I find it so interesting that when you “randomly” become a catalyst for revolution, in the midst of that change you often end up sacrificing your life. Sometimes the revolution comes from your death. Other times your death comes from that revolution. Unfortunately for Rodney King, I think the beating broke his body, and the riot broke his heart, and that for twenty years he lived, not a quite a life, but a delayed death.
Can’t we all just get along…isn’t so funny now.
Definitely rest in peace, brother. You’ve earned it.