20 years ago I witnessed my city burning. I was 13 years old, in junior high school, and living in South Central Los Angeles with my family. I remember the day of the Rodney King jury verdict so clearly. We actually watched the verdict in one of my classes. I remember the outrage amongst my teachers after hearing the officers tried on police brutality charges were found not guilty and were acquitted. The day seemed normal after that. It was a nice sunny day in L.A. I took the school bus to my old elementary school where I walked home with my little sister and some friends. My first indication that something was wrong was when my mom arrived home shortly after we did. My mother NEVER left work early.
Within a couple of hours, that beautiful sunny day turned into a fire-filled nightmare.