April 29, 1992.
The officers charged with the beating of Rodney King are acquitted. Los Angeles erupts in flame.
For the first night I watched with horror, fear and fascination as the city burned on my television set and on all my horizons. There were columns of smoke as far as the eye could see. All directions except west; there lay only the ocean.
The next morning I resolved to see what was left, in the neighborhoods where my friends and loved ones lived, ran businesses, and until a short time before, had hopeful, promising futures.
In the previous 2 years, 1990-92, I photographed the day and night life in the South Central Area, focusing on the emerging jazz scene and artists communities. Much of what good and strong and positive in the community was lost.
These images are from the 4 days immediately after the acquittal, April 30 - May 3.
On May 4th, I put down my camera, and for the next 7 days, gave what I could to those in need.