Sunday, April 26, 2009

April, 1968

I should post this before April actually ends. I don't recall much of the riots after King died, we had moved from Humboldt Park to Ashburn in 1966. What I DO remember is June of 1968, when the Democratic Convention was here and my father and all of his cop friends were mixed up in all kinds of stuff in Grant Park. It was a tough two-three months here. The cops have batons now that are longer, lighter, and I guess hollow. I have the one my father had in the 60s and 70s. Short, much lighter wood, and damn solid. And my father had to swing it at quite a few people 31 years back. I realize that quite a few cops are bastards now, and I certainly believe that my father and his partners did their best, considering they were all on the job four or five years tops.