Truly spontaneous, heroic moments, live, on a national stage, are incredibly rare. This was one that gave me goosebumps when it happened. It still does today.
I just want to say - you know - can we all get along? can we, can we get along? Can we stop making it horrible for the older people and the kids? And… I mean we’ve got enough smog in Los Angeles let alone to deal with setting these fires and things… it’s just not right - it’s not right. And it’s not going to change anything. We’ll get our justice; they’ve won the battle, but they haven’t won the war. We’ll get our day in court and that’s all we want.
And, just, uh, I love - I’m neutral, I love every - I love people of color. I’m not like they’re making me out to be.
We’ve got to quit - we’ve got to quit; I mean after-all, I could understand the first - upset for the first two hours after the verdict, but to go on, to keep going on like this and to see the security guard shot on the ground - it’s just not right; it’s just not right, because those people will never go home to their families again. And uh, I mean please, we can, we can get along here. We all can get along - we just gotta, we gotta.
I mean, we’re all stuck here for a while, let’s, you know let’s try to work it out, let’s try to beat it, you know, let’s try to work it out.
Rodney Glen King April 2, 1965 – June 17, 2012
