Dear Reader:

Walking through Oz Park recently, my friend and I came upon three young boys putting a new spin on a game of cops and robbers. They appeared to be eight or nine years old; two were black, the other white. The white boy was down on the ground with one black child holding him there, ready to kick.

“Hey, control it!” the other black boy said, raising an arm to calm things down. Then he sucked a deep breath and rapidly recited, “OK, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right to a lawyer. If you can’t afford a lawyer, the state will appoint one for you. Anything you say can and will be used against you…”

My friend and I turned to each other. “They didn’t do it like that in my day,” she said.

“Looks like they’re playing ‘Rodney King,'” I replied.