On April 29 of 1992, it finally happened. I knew it was going to come. All not guilty. Almost all charges were dropped. Watching TV I could not believe it. I knew that same night it was "going to be on." Me and my homeboys from places Pacoima, Watts, Southgate, East L.A. San Fernando, Compton, Venice, etc... From the whole of L.A. County. We had been talking about how pissed off we were about the way things had been going. Countless times we had been harassed by Sheriffs, CRASH units and Black & Whites. They called us niggers, wet backs, white trash and beat our bodies for reasons that only their twisted programmed minds could justify.
Driving down Vermont off of Melrose is when I could see how angry people were really getting at this system. I could remember watching these people blasting at CRASH officers who were driving away for their lives and it disturbed my heart when I felt some kind of revenge feeling as this mob was chasing this all-gray car down Vermont.

I must say that my resentment and anger can be heard in this song. When when your loved ones are murdered by the hands of this system and you are exposed to a lifelong dreary existence at the mercy of the welfare system and practically useless schooling by the LAUSD, I will garantee you that you will build and feel a hate that only a starving poor ghetto-barrio child could fully understand.
Driving down the 101 freeway with my homeboy Joke through downtown L.A. I could barely see the tall corporate skyscrapers of this modern babylon through the dingy grey blackened smoke. Within and interwined in these clouds of ashes and smoke I could see thousands of my native american ancestors faces. Limitless corrupted police beatings, dead starving children, homeless, jobless, crying mothers, murders, countless Daryl Gates LAPD and FBI and CIA evil plans, numerous rapes, beggars in the streets, child pronography rings, endless covered up police and government scandals under the name of national security, and even the spirits of of my dead homeboys and my father's soul rising into the sky into the arms of the great spirit.

The anger of a generation was being heard all over this world and I knew from this day on that the people of L.A. would never be the same after this. It was the beginning of the end. Anger. Anger. On April 29 of 1992 Love was gone and hatred in the hearts of man was more important than compassion. It is inevitable in a society that treats people like animals... I am not an animal and have been treated like one. I am the descendent of the Native American. I am not an animal or a wetback... I am a human being and as human as ones you love. I am humanity.

Rey Downset 1994

This is Anger. An attempt to express. An attempt to release.

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