There is something about Sepulveda that just seems to say “rock bottom”. I know it is not the absolute worst place in Los Angeles, but from Victory north it is one of the most depressing and inhumane.
It is almost not worth it to post the scenes we all know so well: the ugly power lines obstructing the sky, the ratty motels, the prostitution, the billboards, the cheap apartments, the car washes, paint stores, U-Haul, McDonalds. It’s as if every piece of commercial garbage industry has to have a place on this street.
We regularly hear the adjectives “broken” and “critical” in reference to our schools, hospitals, health care, law enforcement, transportation systems, air pollution and lack of recreational open space in Los Angeles. On Sepulveda, it all culminates into Dante’s hell on Earth.
And when the windows are broken and the sign to an apartment building is covered in the tagger’s paint, you can be sure that inside there are the forgotten and uncared for ones.
The people who cannot compete with KTLA’s happy talk coverage of Oscar nominations.
One day in the future, Mr. Villaraigosa or one of his deputies will come here and announce some new initiative like “Plant a Tree” or “Tutor a Child” and then the hour will be forgotten and the winds will blow again kicking up dust and misery along Sepulveda.