I still remember the first time I visited Crenshaw and Slauson. It was a beautiful, sunny day in April and I was there to hang out with my pop-locking mentor, Tick-A-Lott. Back then I was writing about the careers of aspiring rappers from “South Central” LA (or what officials renamed “South” LA). I didn’t know what to expect as I drove through the side streets near Hyde Park, but was surprised to see a neighborhood that appeared vacant. Nobody was in the park, kids weren’t riding bikes or chasing ice cream trucks down the street, and the stoops were empty.