Eric Richardson talks about a little game of “look the other way” going on downtown:
“Walking back from there I went down Hill to stop at the ATM, headed south, and then east on 6th. Waiting for the light to change at Broadway I noticed a lady on the other side with the familiar blanket spread out full of pirated DVDs. Stopped at the light was an LAPD squad car, just eight feet or so from her illegal wares. Yet neither of the two chose to acknowledge the other’s presence, though both surely were aware of the situation.”
What’s amusing about this is that the situation varies so much from place to place and from officer to officer. Just last week coming home from the gallery Caryn and I watched an LAPD officer pull over and jump out to question a guy selling flowers on a corner of Sunset in Echo Park. We weren’t close enough to hear the actual conversation but I was getting a strong “I don’t know what you are talking about” feel from the guy with the flowers, followed up by and even stronger “get the hell out of here” feel from the officer. Shortly there after the guy did indeed get the hell out of there.