A few days after the LA Riots, I was working the day shift at my father’s gas station. It was the Mobil gas station on the Westley Exit on Interstate 5 in California. A little more than half way when driving from Los Angeles to San Fransico.
A man came in to pay for his gasoline purchase. He was about to turn around and leave, but something stopped him. Without any prompting from me, he announced he was a police officer in Los Angeles and he knew Rodney personally. He called Rodney an asshole and deserved what he got.
I learned a lot about racism that day.