Showing posts with label race. Show all posts
Showing posts with label race. Show all posts

Friday, April 16, 2010

Daryl F. Gates, Former LAPD Chief, 83

DARYL GATES, led the LAPD for 14 years and was at the helm when the 1991 beating of Rodney King occurred, and when the 1992 riots broke out in response to the acquittal of the officers who were accused of the crime. A controversial figure, particularly in communities of color around Greater Los Angeles, Gates' legacy also extends to the type of policing L.A. became known for -- a modern, almost "militaristic" force -- said critics. He oversaw the launch of the city's first Special Weapson and Tactics Team, better known as SWAT. The police force he built up was known colloquially as "The Hammer." As the entire region changed demographically, physically, ("white flight," out-migration, the city's inner-core emptying out), L.A. proper was, more than ever, a melting pot ready to boil over, during the fourteen years of his service He died Friday of cancer. He was 83.

-- L.G.

From the Los Angeles Times obit:
Daryl F. Gates, the rookie cop who rose from driver for a legendary chief to become chief himself, leading the Los Angeles Police Department during a turbulent 14-year period that found him struggling to keep pace with a city undergoing dramatic racial and ethnic changes, died Friday. He was 83.

Gates died at his Dana Point home after a short battle with cancer, the LAPD announced. (An earlier version of this story said Gates had died in Newport Beach.)

The controversial chief, whose tenure ran from 1978 to 1992, spent his entire four-decade career at the LAPD, where he won national attention for innovative approaches to crime fighting and prevention: He instituted military-style SWAT teams to handle crises and the gentler DARE classroom program to prevent drug abuse. These initiatives, emulated by police departments across the United States, and other advances, such as a communications system that reduced police response times, bolstered his reputation as an exemplar of modern law enforcement. President George H.W. Bush called him an "all-American hero."

A proud emblem of progress to some, he was a disturbing symbol of stagnation to others. When the city went up in flames over the acquittal of four white officers accused of beating black motorist Rodney King, he was castigated as a leader out of touch with the changing realities of the city, yet to the end he remained righteous about his authority to police it.

Faced with a proliferation of illegal drugs and street violence, he hammered gangs with police sweeps and broke into crack dens with an armored vehicle armed with a steel battering ram. He made no apologies for declaring that casual drug users should be shot.

By turns charming and brash, articulate and tactless, he generated controversy with gaffes about Latinos, blacks and Jews, most famously with a remark about blacks faring poorly under police chokeholds because their physiology was different from that of "normal" people. Fiercely loyal to his rank and file, he clashed frequently with elected officials, particularly when they slashed his budget or meddled in department discipline, and vowed he would never be bullied by "crummy politicians."

Throughout his tenure, he had a fractious relationship with Tom Bradley, the former LAPD lieutenant and councilman who united a diverse coalition of constituencies to become the city's first African American mayor.

Gates "fought vigorously to make sure the chief's duties were not encroached upon. That comes from understanding the struggles Bill Parker went through moving the department out of corruption," said City Councilman and former Police Chief Bernard C. Parks. He was referring to William H. Parker, the tough, reform-minded chief in the 1950s and '60s, who became Gates' mentor.

Parks said it was important to remember that the vilification of Gates after the King beating was not universal and that his accomplishments as chief mattered to large segments of the city long after he left the department.

"If you go to areas of the Valley, police organizations, officers' funerals . . . he gets the loudest ovation," Parks noted recently. "I've never seen a situation where . . . 18 years after retirement, officers who never worked with him cheer him as chief of police."

Yet others just as vehemently argue that Gates' strengths were outweighed by his weaknesses, particularly his failure to evolve with a city whose politics and social fabric had been transformed by the maturing of established minority communities and the flowering of newer ones molded by immigration.

"This L.A. was a changing city. . . . He never made the adjustment to the new L.A.," said Ramona Ripston, the longtime head of the American Civil Liberties Union of Southern California.

In 1991, the videotaped beating of King was replayed around the world, shattering the carefully nurtured myth that the LAPD of "Dragnet" fame -- professional, honest and humane -- never stooped to such behavior. Gates was slow to criticize his officers' handling of the incident and missing from his command post when the officers' acquittal provoked the worst urban violence in decades, causing at least 53 deaths and more than $1 billion in property damage, but he faced inevitable calls for his resignation with characteristic defiance.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Frank Zappa and the Watts Riots

THIS SONG is about the Riots of '65, though I think it applicable to any riot. What do you think the lyrics say? Deeper meanings? Any hint of the social structures that caused the riots?



Trouble Every Day
Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV


Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day



Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so



And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many live
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!





Just for kicks:






Zappa was Indeed what people would call the man.

-- Jason Collins

(photo credit, The Googly, from flickr creative commons)

Saturday, March 20, 2010

There Are Two L.A.s: Blame the 405

WATCHING THE FILM Falling Down, I found the portrayal of Los Angeles quite interesting in that all areas are exposed (geographically, psychosocially, sociologically), yet inevitably linked to specific stereotypes and connotations that reinforce it’s realities as well as its myths.

As a third generation Angeleno, I feel overqualified to argue that there are two LA’s, east and west, divided by the 405. West of the 405 you’ll find, Malibu, Santa Monica, “Hollywood”, UCLA, palm trees, organic farmers markets, and last but not least convertibles to go with your sunglasses. East of the 405 you’ll find deserted buildings, homelessness, gentrification, riots, threatening minorities, and dirty streets governed by territorial gangs.

We have all seen these images at some point and have never seen any good come of the two sides meeting. As much as I want to deny the separation, and follow alongside the popular image that we all do run into stars everyday, the fact of the matter is that we don’t and the separation exists.

The popular images of Los Angeles cover nowhere near the actual size of LA, so we have managed to elect the smallest community as the ambassador of our Los Angeles. The reality is there are more communities living in poverty than there are ones that are not. In fact, the images, in my opinion, cause these realities of isolation and division to persist.

We have now grown comfortable with the fact that there are areas, specifically east of the 405, that you should not associate with, and therein lies one of the many problems these images reinforce.

Isolation and exclusion are by no way a means of solving problems, especially as in relation to members of a society. This causes the members of these societies as well as others, to buy the myth that this is the way LA is "supposed to be" -- divided by a line supported by class, stratification, and race.

Obviously the popular perception is that of west of the 405, and the reasons why many people come to Los Angeles in the first place -- for their dreams of stardom to come true, or at least walk amongst those whose dreams are coming true. This is supposed to be the place where opportunity resides, alongside success, and the carefree lifestyle California is most often associated with. If this popular image is the stronger of the two, then the true Los Angeles is largely underrepresented.

Why not, as neighbors, be alarmed by this division and push for some sort of unity? In my own experience I have seen many people disappointed when they come to visit Los Angeles. often it is not what they ‘pictured’, whether they are referring to the fact that Hollywood is not as glamorous as it’s made out to be, or the fact that the parts shown in the popular images are not nearly the size of the rest of Los Angeles.

For now we will have to at least recognize the fact that there are two very different LA’s. One LA that will continue to be the enticing yet false face of Los Angeles, and the other darker side, which might never get the recognition associated with its magnitude.

-- Erin Golightly

photo caption: the 405 Freeway from the Getty tram
photo credits, kinga-san, omar, omar,flickr creative commons)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Waiting for the Rainbow Sign: L.A. April 29, 1992

TIME PLAYS tricks.
It's impossible to believe that almost 20 years has passed since the L.A. Riots of 1992. This week we will look at a set of essays that look at what was brewing under the surface of airbrushed, nip-and- tucked L.A. for decades.

I found a bit of my piece I wrote for L.A. Weekly online over the weekend and it brought it all back in a rush...


from: "Waiting for the Rainbow Sign"
By midnight, no one phoning long-distance bothers with hello. Instead, they just ask, ‘Is it as crazy as it looks?’ I want to say, ‘It started long before all this . . .’ Long before this afternoon’s bewildering decision left me less astonished than strangely numb. Long before George Holliday ran tape capturing Rodney G. King’s struggle and submission. Long before Latasha Harlins, Eulia Love and Marquette Frye became cautionary symbols. Long before Watts shouted its existence into the sky in ’65, sending up searchlights in the form of flames...


Everything felt different for a long time after that: The way people interacted with one another -- or didn't. The texture of the city changed for some time after -- much like the way it feels after you've been in an argument with someone whom you love dearly yet are not what sure the first sentence out of your mouth might or should be.


Years later, essayist Richard Rodgriguez wrote of those three days in April 1992:
"It was the worst moment for Los Angeles. It was also the first moment, I think, when most people in L.A. realized they were part of the whole. The city that the world mocked for not being a city, for lacking a center, having only separate suburbs, separate freeway exits -- L.A. realized that it was interconnected. In fear, people realized that what was happening on the other side of town implicated them.

A Letter from the Future -- Fifty Years After the L.A. Riots (Jinn Magazine 4/28/97)
-- by Richard Rodriguez

Rodriguez was right, though only partially. Three days after, the first day of "clean-up" community volunteers crossed the region attempting to pick up the mess as if one would be cleaning a negligent child's messy room. But it was a powerful symbol watching people working together. Eerily, however, there were little pods of town that seemed to be operating as if nothing happened: people near the water meeting for their lattes and such talking about work, childcare, and maybe, the "bad air" that the smoke, curling into the sky, was creating -- while others, not so far away, were digging through ash, rubble and worry.
But I guess that's L.A. -- a swirl of stories, a cacophony.

-- L.G.

photo caption: watching l.a. burn on t.v.
photo credit: dan graves, flickr creative commons

writing l.a. . . .

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