I went to Watts at 6:30 this morning to bring my daughter's two cats to a free spay clinic. The foundation that runs it is pretty cool. It was formed by one of the co-creators of the Simpsons. Yes, not all rich people are ass holes. This guy spends a lot of dough trying to help animals get proper vet care, along with rescuing dogs from the pound and training them as service animals for the hearing impaired. Impressive.
In case you've never heard of Watts, it's one of the more notorious places of L.A. Watts, Compton, South Central. It's the very scary ghetto to most Westsiders, who shake with trepidation if they have to go east of the 405. My mom actually called in sick to work because she insisted that I was in imminent danger without accompaniment. I assured her I would be okay and that an elderly woman and 5 year old girl weren't exactly what I'd call security.
Now that I'm privileged enough to have bought myself a digital camera (thank you student loans) I was able to take some pictures of this feared place.
waiting for the train to go by
amazing art, everywhere
I even found a Goddess...
She's holding a pen;)