My family moved from the NYC area to a suburb of Rochester NY, just a week before the race riots.
The city sucked then and 50 years later it still does.
I lived in Rochester at that time. Had just finished my junior year in highschool, and looking forward to my senior year. I was Co-Captain of the Varsity Cheer Squad at Madison, having run for the Captaincy, and lost to a fellow squad member who was black. My school had a large black population, but we all got along. We were supposed to have a car wash the weekend the riots broke out. Anita called me that Saturday morning and told me they were cancelling the car wash because it looked like rain. When I told my mother, she said: Rain my ass, they cancelled because they’re rioting in the city.