When the famous words "not guilty" were spoken, blacks all over the country shouted out and cried tears of joy after axiously waiting for the verdict as their eyes were glued to the tv. Fist pumps, daps, hi fives and even hugging total strangers immediately occurred after. I was just a kid living in Compton at the time and for the first time ever, I saw bloods and crips set aside their differences and put their glocks away and had beers and joked around with each other all throughout the entire day. Not just bloods and crips, but ALL blacks set aside their differences and rejoiced and embraced each other.
There was a huge barbeque in the neighborhood. Everyone came out that day in great spirits. Rival gang members drove up in their cutlasses bumping some 2pac and Snoop to come grab a plate and chill.
Everyone got quiet as the great minister Farrakhan got on the national radio waves and spoke of the great victory that took place that day and urged blacks to push forward as we can accomplish anything we put our minds too and to never give up hope. As the minister signed off, blacks cheered out in joy again.
I remember going to the gas station with my bro to get some sodas and chips and the black clerk behind the counter said "yall boys good, it's on the house today". There was a white guy behind us and when he put his items on the counter, the clerk gave him a death stare and said "we ain't servin whites today". White guy said "what!??". Clerk said "can't get shyt here white boy".
Fireworks rang out the entire night and the parties went on till the early morning.
What a beautiful day that was. ALL black people came together as one. Even if it was for a very short time.