Tale of two protests
The network morning shows led today with coverage of the violent protests in Los Angeles in the wake of the George Zimmerman verdict.
The rally I went to last night in the exact same spot was peaceful. Sadly, nobody got a chance to see that part of the story today. So this blog post, my tale of two protests, is my small way of shining a light on what I saw. Words and pictures for now. Video later.
I ended up at Leimert Park Plaza after watching continuous coverage of protests in Tahrir Square and Nasr City over a”coup d’etat” and protests in this country over the verdict in the George Zimmerman trial. I decided to take myself along with my new camera to the rally held Monday, July 16,2013, in LA’s Crenshaw District.
In my mind, this is how America works. First law and order. And those who disagree with the outcome have the option of expressing themselves via freedom of speech.
I arrived just after 6 p.m. and really didn’t know what to expect. While I have covered rallies as a journalist in my day, I never reported on a protest anything that evoked so much passion.
As I crossed the street to the park, one LAPD police car drove by and didn’t even seem to even glance at the group of protesters. And for the next two hours, I only saw a nominal police presence.
In the crowd
An organizer on the corner led a small group in a series of chants, including “No justice no peace.”
I counted black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Arab, men, women and children among the group.
Also in the crowd were protesters wearing the familiar Guy Fawkes mask which has become synonymous with Anonymous and featured at protests everywhere, from England to Egypt.
The chants on the corner were punctuated by honking motorists who showed their solidarity with the rally as they drove by.
One that I noticed that the placards were mostly homemade, in contrast to the mostly printed ones at the DOMA/Prop 8 rally that celebrated the Supreme Court’s decision.
I counted at least a dozen live news trucks and spotted at least one radio reporter.
There were also dozens of still photographers, pros and amateurs who snapped through the crowd.
More than once, I would ask a protester to take his or her photograph, only to have another photographer piggy back on my shot.
So many people circled the stage that I stayed on the fringes. That was fine because I find things more interesting that way. Plus, I didn’t have to fight with the sound system as I asked folks in the crowd for interviews.
Rhapsody and the Communist who had to leave
At least half a dozen folks were selling Trayvon Martin t-shirts. One artist was spray painting the t-shirts and creating them on order.
The only conflict I saw in the crowd was when a man began distributing Communist literature.
One very vocal protester told him,”Today is not about Communists. You have to leave.”
That was the last I saw of the Communist.
I did find, singer and activist who called herself Rhapsody. She told me she used her own money to buy a duffle bag of the Fawkes masks so she could give them away to fellow protesters.
The crowd was very chill, to the point that you saw families with young children dancing together and I even spotted a baby sleeping in the arms of a father.
Right Place, Wrong Time
The oddest moment for me was when organizers started playing Dr. John’s song,“Right Place, Wrong Time.”
The lyrics includes the words,
“I been in the wrong place
But it must have been the right time”
An organizer called for the protesters to start walking around the perimeter of the park.
This was a couple of hours in and I thought to myself, it’s time to bounce.
From rally to riot
As I left, I captured a shot of a young man who suddenly broke from his friends and started waving his sign as he danced in the middle of the very busy intersection of Vernon Ave and Crenshaw Blvd.
His friends laughed. I was scared for him because he clearly didn’t care if the light was green or red.
Moments later there was a trickle and then a tsunami of protesters who started heading south, smack dab in the middle of Crenshaw Blvd.
Then I started to see a police presence, as it should be.
Now I was conflicted. Go home? Or take more video and photos?
I knew things were going to heat up.
I stayed, but kept shooting from a distance.
One protester, who carried a sign that said, “God is the final judge,” started marching south on Crenshaw, on the sidewalk. And then suddenly she turned around.
I asked if I could take her photo. As she posed, I asked why she had stopped going forward.
“They just showed up,” she told me regarding the group walking in the middle of the street. She decided to stay with the original group at the park.
When we returned , protesters were marching around the park’s edges in a manner I could only describe as orderly.
One organizer told them, “We’re not here to go crazy. Let’s keep it organized.”
Moments later, I left that peaceful demonstration.
By the time I got home the it had morphed into a violent one.
By the time I got home, LAPD, Crenshaw and Leimert Park were all trending on Twitter.
By the time I got home, the rally I left was now called a riot.
The LA Times reports that a KCBS/KCAL reporter and a news photographer were injured and at least 13 people were arrested.
Bugs Bunny and I have a lot in common and it’s not just the overbite and love of puns. I like carrots.
They are inexpensive, even the organic variety. They have fiber. And if you ever want to bring color to your plate, this would be the go to vegetable.I was raised vegetarian and to this day I am quite comfy going vegan, especially when it’s delicious. The ginger gives the soup a kick. The cumin provides a bit of smokiness. The soy milk makes it creamy. All you have to do is make it. It’s so simple that you don’t need the luck of a rabbit’s foot to do a good job making this recipe.
4 C of water
4 chopped carrots
1 garlic shredded garlic clove
1″ piece of fresh ginger
1/2 t ground cumin
1/2 t cinnamon
1 C soy milk
4 springs of parsley
- Add water, salt, carrots, garlic clove and ginger to pot
- Boil carrots until tender
- Add cumin, cinnamon and soy milk and let the mixture simmer for an additional minute
- Toss out the ginger and then pour the fragrant mixture into food processor or use immersion blender to whir it up until the mixture is smooth.
- Add parsley for garnish. You can also decorate the top of the soup with chives, rosemary, sage or thyme.
- You can also sub almond milk, which I love, for the soy. You’ll just have to contend with more calories.
Makes 4 servings
63 calories per serving
This recipe is:
Low in saturated fat
High in dietary fiber
Very high in manganese
High in magnesium
High in potassium
Very high in vitamin A
High in vitamin B 6
High in vitamin C
Need I say more?
A lot of secrets are coming out about Amy Bouzaglo,, as in Amy’s Baking Company, after the airing of the episode of “Kitchen Nightmares” that featured the Scottsdale, AZ, restaurant.
There is the felony record.
The purloined photos.
Will I have one for you. I strongly suspect Amy did not bake the pastries featured on the show.
And here’s why.
- It takes a lot of technical skill to be a pastry chef. A lot. Amy has difficulty serving a pizza without the dough being raw.
- I don’t see her getting up at 4.a.m. every morning, the time bakers usually get to work, to make the goodies that were featured on the episode. That’s especially considering that both she and her husband take off days and close the place down at will. That’s incongruous with the discipline it takes to be a baker.
- It could have been just the way the segment was shot, but I did not see any evidence of any of the utensils and equipment it takes to bake on the scale that was showcased on the show.
- She would post photos of what she makes. I routinely post photos of the things I make. I have seen some of the photos “borrowed” without my knowledge and I’m just a blogger/author/broadcaster. You best believe if I had a restaurant I would be posting the food I made, and not featuring pix from websites as varied as Livestrong’s and Martha Stewart’s.
That, I suspect, is why Amy has been so sensitive.
If I am wrong Amy, and it’s okay if you call me a moron, I dare you to bake, on camera, something for Gordon.
Just leave out the arsenic.
We first met in a room in Malawi, Africa. There was a midwife in that room, along with a chair with a hole in the middle of it. That’s about it, which was a bit of a problem because my umbilical cord was tied twice around my neck. The midwife handled it, but then there was another problem. I didn’t cry. They had to splash me with cold water to get a reaction My brothers might say that after that I never shut up.. So it began, a mother and daughter love story. My mother has always been my inspiration–from orphan to Ph.D. and bestselling author and popular speaker. She is even more inspiring in private.
Hard times arouse an instinctive drive for authenticity.
I don’t know it all, although my brothers might say that I think otherwise.
Truth be told, I love to learn. Guess that’s a by-product of being the progeny of educators.
There were always books around the house. When those ran out, it was off to the library.
Now it’s a matter of taking an on ramp to the information highway.
My learning is not arm chair. Every week I learn and do something new. In recent weeks that has included learning how to make sourdough bread.
And just this week, I thought to myself, why can’t I make a meatball from eggplant? Score. And I also picked up some new beauty tips this week that will profoundly change how I put myself together.
So why don’t you vow to try something new this week. And why would you want to do that?
- It builds confidence. Do one thing well, it will propel you to try something else. My success with making sourdough was the gateway for me to make the best 100% whole wheat bread of my life.
- It relieves boredom. Do you really want to do the same thing over and over and over again without trying something new? Technology changes. Ditto your abilities and your determination.
- It provides you with a new interest. There are whole groups devoted to wild yeast, the kind you capture when you make sourdough. I would never have been aware of that subculture, had it not been for my new food fancy.
- You may find that the old way you have been doing things is better than the new. That’s another way to build your confidence.
- If you are cooking something, it will give your something very tasty for dinner.