Last night at work we aired a piece on the Rodney King verdict and subsequent LA riots. I was in high school and remember when it happened because it was one of the first times I started pushing back at my father who was a stunning racist. I was always aware of how racist my family was, and at the time “that’s how it was back then” was an *acceptable* answer–that is to say it was in no way acceptable but 20yrs ago things were different. The only constant is change.

But I digress.

My favorite part of my shift is that I listen to the Control Room discussions and last night was a gem. The producer commented about how violent the beating was, and that she’d never really seen the whole footage. The director was remembering where she was when it all happened and the producer throws out this gem–“I wasn’t born yet.”

That definitely qualifies for QOTD.

It was a downward spiral after that with the director lamenting about how old she is, and I wholeheartedly agree. It’s weird to think that there is a whole generation who just think of things like the LA riots as history. Or even 9/11. Those events are still live and in living color in my mind. Getting old is weird and wonderful and tragic and dramatic.