Leading with fire produces results…whether you want them or not.
Crenshaw Blvd just off the 10 Freeway is everything you desire from a five-lane main street. A giant artery for businesses and famous Churches that rub shoulders with long forgotten night spots. Murals and hand made signs adorn the flanks of a 40+ year tradition of African-American cultural pools feeding from its roaring shores even down a “Hair District” of wigs shops and barber’s chairs and the now defunct ritual of car clubs and “after the big game” cruising. While the start of it is literally the demarcation line of the ‘hood, Wilshire Blvd, and it the ends at the ocean, in the middle, in 1992, Crenshaw Blvd was ours. And tonight, even though the power was out, from atop a gentle hill that made the 10 Freeway off-ramp, you can still follow the Nile-like passage through the ‘hood by the pockets of fires bleeding smoke into the sky. Billowing signals to the world: The Great City of Los Angeles is having a nervous breakdown.