As a Angeleno one particular historical event comes to mind which occurred in 1970: The Chicano Moritorium.
That day I got word of a parade that was happening on Whittier Boulevard in East L.A. As a 14 year-old I was anxious to check out the scene and enjoy the colorful floats, marching bands and waving beauties.
To my dismay I found myself in the middle of a radical and militant protest.
Chicano's were marching from various towns and cities protesting discrimination and the War in Vietnam. A sea of brown faces with defiant expressions were everywhere.
At first I was bewildered and somewhat tentative but I listened and observed and by the end of the march I was assimmilated into the process of protest.
As we gathered at Laguna Park (now Ruben Salazar Park) I was in awe of the thousands of Chicanos in my midst. As the protest got out of control and the police attacked the demonstraters I'll never forget picking up a young female who had just got battered on the back of the head by an overzealous cop.
As we exited out of the park in a cloud of tear gas I consoled and comforted this young girl and eventually walked her home to safety. Her name is Leticia and I've been married to her for 25 years.