Al. Baby. I was there, in Inglewood; a white face in a world of blackness. I lived at 109th and Inglewood, and saw the National Guard come up from the South along Inglewood Blvd.
I had gone for an interview close to LAX and felt I should NOT wait for an interview an hour past my actual interview time. I RAN for the bus stop on the south side of Century (Centiennial?) Blvd.
As I walked in the door of my duplex, I turned on the TV, only to find that Reginald Denny had been beaten by blacks who didn’t like the fact that he was driving through the intersection of Normandy and Florence
I Got that beat give me a couple of minutes to find my story