The land beneath us contains stories, and over the past two years while I’ve had to travel a lot less in search of stories, I’ve learned how the land close to home still often contains stories that have been buried or overlooked.
Dodger Stadium is the perfect example of this.
I’ve gone to a good number of games here. I’ve spent more time driving around Central L.A. than I wish to admit, but it was only this year when I learned about the three neighborhoods and the Latino families that were forcibly removed when Dodger Stadium was built.
Part of what sticks with me about this story are how so many elements of it are still in place. And whenever an Olympic year or a World Cup comes to a city, similar things still happen.
But hopefully knowing our past missteps will help us recognize our future ones before they happen.
