During the LA riots, back in the early 90's, the tv was full of images of destruciton and chaos. It meant something to me, but not a lot. I didn't quite understand the signifigance of it, the people participating or the actions they were taking. I remember that guy that got pulled from the truck and smashed on, i remember the people running around.
One day my mom couldnt take it anymore and she went outside and started crying. I was confused and didnt know how i could help. Most of all she seemed non-responsive to me or to anything. I feel so frustrated right now. Frustrated and ineffectual.