EVERY GENERATION OR SO, THE REAL LOS ANGELES INtrudes itself into the palmy myth preferred by the outside world. The riot two weeks ago was such an occasion. Suddenly, La-la land -- with its beaches and movie stars, Rolls- Royces and Evian, its Italian suits and car phones, its upscale shopping malls and matching, coke-sniffing boy-girl bimbos -- was gone. In its place were wasted landscapes and hard people whose anger and alienation seemed for a while to know no bounds.
An immediate good that may emerge from the rioting is that the world will finally begin to lose its sense...
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