my journey from rebellion to redemption
“Now I know what my dad went through, because I have prowled the dark side and have paid dearly for my addiction to alcohol, which I feel is the most dangerous drug. Not the worst drug, like meth or heroin, but the one that wrecks the most lives because it’s totally legal, easily accessible, and a stone-cold killer. My dad didn’t make it past forty-two.” (22)
and, the ultimate tragedy is that rodney king died a few months after this book was released-at age forty-seven. i heard him speak about it on the npr book podcast, and got in line for it at the library. it was still on my shelf in the queue when i heard about his passing. i guess, sir, we really can’t just get along. but maybe one day we can learn something from your eternal struggle.
“While I was trying to decide whether to take the stuff, a few more friends rolled up in SUVs and hatchbacks, all filled to the brim with tons of goods. Each had the same idea: they were bringing all kinds of stuff for me and my family. They could have taken off for their homes and stashed all of it for themselves, but they wanted me to have first dibs. Said it was the right thing to do. I got the chills again, getting very emotional and almost crying right there as I stood on the sidewalk.” (68)
a detail about the looting that we couldn’t have gotten anywhere else.