Twenty-one-year-old Marquette Frye, the driver, became belligerent when his mother arrived on the scene and scolded him for drinking following the 7 p.m. traffic stop. As CHP officers tried to subdue him, and a crowd amassed, Frye resisted arrest, and an officer struck him in the forehead with a nightstick. The crowd grew to 1,000, and Los Angeles police arrived on the scene.
After arresting a few people for inciting violence, officers left the area shortly before 8 p.m., even as a stone was thrown at a last departing patrol car. The crowd got bigger, and, as USC's archives put it "144 Hours" of unrest ensued in Watts.
A lot of somber contemplation, study, and finger-pointing happened after the riots. And then the 1992 L.A. riots happened. Writes L.A. Noir of 1965's events:
Five days, 3000 National Guardsmen, 34 dead, 1032 wounded and almost 4000 arrests later things went to relative calm.
Forty-five years after that and the place is still a pit.
People want decent jobs, respect, to live without being afraid. They want education, freedom from violence, a system that they can feel works for them and with them, rather than against them.
And if you go into Watts and ask around, listen to the LAPD helicopters overhead, look at the multitudes of liquor stores dotting street corners, you'll see the same frustration, despair and lack of jobs from 45 years ago.