A very positive article about the de facto symbol of racial segregation and police profiling in LA. For a somewhat different perspective you may refer to: htt

A very positive article about the de facto symbol of racial segregation and police profiling in LA. For a somewhat different perspective you may refer to: https://vanwinkles.com/los-angeles-police-department-helicopters-are-loud-lousy-crime-deterrents https://vanwinkles.com/los-angeles-police-department-helicop... Unaffectionately referred to as the “ghetto bird,” the endlessly circling police chopper is as powerful a symbol of “Los Angeles” as the Hollywood sign — though it represents a much darker side of the city. As its unflattering pet name suggests, the choppers don’t usually hover above million-dollar homes in Malibu. They patrol-lower income neighborhoods spread out across the city. http://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2014/08/12/growing-up-in-the-jungle-i-wanted-to-head-for-the-hills/chronicles/who-we-were/ http://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2014/08/12/growing-up-in-t... nothing—not Deney Terio, not Philip Bailey—competed with the ghetto birds. Helicopters, lots of them, often pulled my gaze away from those houses. Cops in the sky. Almost always at night, the police helicopters roared by with bright lights that ripped through bedroom curtains and past the squeezed-shut eyelids of men, women, and children. And they’d come so low, I imagined feeling the chop of the blades against my numb cheeks. My stomach vibrated with the rumbling, and my heart skipped and I forgot to breathe as sirens wailed so loud and so close and swirling blue and red lights reflected off my bedroom’s yellow and green floral wallpaper and I prayed for it to be over. Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhsfn9IyiLQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhsfn9IyiLQ Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin up there lookin like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday."