Maxine Waters is a treasure, and a friend of the family. No history of Los Angeles will be complete without special mention of her service, fire and determination. She is a formidable woman, but I haven't heard anything about her recently. That's neither here nor there. What I remember about Maxine on this fine day was her insistence some dozen years ago not to play the game of calming rowdy rampagers in the Los Angeles Riot. She said 'I'm not going to sit up here and say "Cool it , baby".
Maybe it is the point that we haven't heard from Maxine. This morning, Inglewood was cool, frigid even. If you haven't heard yet, the trial of the two officers charged in the latest blackman beatdown to make national news resulted in a not guilty verdict on the little cop and a hung jury on the big cop.
I woke up this morning to the KPCC simulcast that droned me off to sleep last night as thick negro accents rang out and flat white accents blathered on about 'civil rights leaders'...
You know, forget it. I can't muster any more concern for this non-story about non-violence and non-riots and non-justice.