I've experienced two periods of what can only be called anarchy and looting: a riot following a [dumb] judge's decision to give a Korean-American shopowner probation after she shot and killed an African-American teenage shoplifter and a city-wide riot following the Rodney-King-beating-trial acquitals.
During the first one, I stayed in my apartment and felt guilty because I didn't go out, brave the rioters, and try and protect the store of friends of mine [luckily, it wasn't touched, although other stores in the mall were looted and burned out].
During the King riots, I packed up and got out of town.
These two incidents left me with a great love for the police.
During the first one, I stayed in my apartment and felt guilty because I didn't go out, brave the rioters, and try and protect the store of friends of mine [luckily, it wasn't touched, although other stores in the mall were looted and burned out].
During the King riots, I packed up and got out of town.

These two incidents left me with a great love for the police.




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