Back in 1981, right around the time Nazi skinheads were putting their stink all over the LA punk rock scene, I went to check out a Bob Marley tribute concert at MacArthur Park. People of all colors were passing joints around in the crowd, and I remember feeling how the music and ganja brought all of us together in a spirit of unity and brotherhood. It made me realize how this plant really did bring people of all races together. But it certainly came with risks. A few moments after my ganja-inspired epiphany, I noticed a police sniper patrolling the rooftop of a building directly behind us. I'd been going to punk shows for a couple of years at that point, and had witnessed riots and violence, and yes, plenty of cops. But I'd never seen snipers before. To me, it felt like the LAPD was taking the stance that breaking down racial barriers and coming together in a spirit of brotherhood was more of a threat than a bunch of angry white kids beating the crap out of each other at punk shows.