The Unfortunate Life and Unsurprising Death of Rodney King

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Some people become famous–or infamous–by being a hero, a villain or a victim.

Rodney King was all three. By any yardstick, his life was one, long, hot mess. There was a play back in the Seventies called, Ain’t Supposed to Die a Natural Death and it could have been subtitled “The Rough Life and Hard Times of Rodney King.”

Just think; if one man with a video camera had not filmed the L.A.P.D. beating, kicking and clubbing King senseless, it would have as if it had never happened.  Blacks would cynically shrug their shoulders and say that’s just what happens when you cross the cops.  Whites would remain blissfully ignorant in their confidence that police officers treat all citizens the same and besides, King was an ex-con and high when the cops beat him up.

The aftermath of King’s beating was a trial of four of the officers, a “not guilty” verdict, and America’s last race riot leaving Los Angeles aflame, 55 dead, millions in damages and a sober realization of how deep the fault lines remain between the races.    There’s been nothing like the uprising in L.A. since 1992, but there are enough unsettling similarities between Rodney King and the Trayvon Martin case to ask, “Could it happen again?”

Driving while Black is simply an assumed risk in Urban America and encounters with the police take on different meanings for different communities.  For Whites, the sight of a police officer holds the promise of help.  For Blacks, police are often a brutal, occupying force.

Rodney King was a sad and pitiful man.  Despite his endlessly quoted plea, “Can’t we all get all along”, King was not a hero, a cause to be celebrated or a figure to rally around.   Was he a flawed human being.  Oh, heavens, yes.  Perhaps more so than most.    Addictions to drugs and alcohol and minor brushes with the law plagued King to the end.  There are reports emerging that he had been drinking before drowning in a swimming pool.

America learns what police brutality looks like

The word that best sums up King is “tragic.”  There are thousands of Black men just like him.  It’s a tragedy how hopelessly a human being can spiral downward, but it seemed King never fully recovered from the beating Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy Wind, Theodore Briseno and Rolando Solano inflicted on him.

King’s Wikipedia entry is a litany to a man who often seemed incapable of getting out of his own way.

In 1993, King entered an alcohol rehabilitation program and was placed on probation after crashing his vehicle into a block wall in downtown Los Angeles. In July 1995, he was arrested by Alhambra police, who alleged that he hit his wife with his car, knocking her to the ground. He was sentenced to 90 days in jail after being convicted of hit and run.  On August 27, 2003, King was arrested again for speeding and running a red light while under the influence of alcohol. He failed to yield to police officers and slammed his vehicle into a house, breaking his pelvis.  On November 29, 2007, while riding home on his bicycle, King was shot in the face, arms, and back with pellets from a shotgun. He reported that it was done by a man and a woman who demanded his bicycle and shot him when he rode away.  Police described the wounds as looking like they came from birdshot, and said King offered few details about the suspects.

Even when King tried to avoid trouble, trouble found him.   The ability to cash in on being a victim is extremely limited.  King lacked the smarts or sophistication to turn his victimization into celebrity.  If he had been beaten up by the cops now he’d show up on cable news and The View to yak about it, write a book, and maybe angle for a movie.  He did receive $3.8 million from the city as part of a civil suit settlement, but money didn’t change King.  He remained a vaguely sad and lost man who found himself forever associated with racism and rioting.

His earnest, but almost childlike plea, “Can’t we all just get along?” was as touching in its innocence as it seems clear the answer has remained a cold and flat, “no.”

Hopefully, this troubled soul will find a degree of peace in death it never seemed to have in life.

King healed outwardly, but internally seemed to made of broken glass.