While several people with injured legs stood around us on crutches, Kim (a friend whom I first met in Portsmouth in 1977) told me that McGee (a fellow I knew for a short while in Portsmouth in 1977) had been killed and that someone else had also been struck down in a riot. When a number of policemen showed up, I shouted "pigs" at them. On the other side of the street was a group of black people. I wanted to stand in front of the people, speak and start a riot.

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