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THE L.A. RIOTS: 20 Years Later

Steady hands, determination saved Reginald Denny as L.A. burned

Working on a multiracial team to save a white truck driver who was beaten during the L.A. riots was a defining moment for Madison Richardson, a surgeon and black man who was taught that race shouldn't matter.

April 20, 2012|By Martha Groves, Los Angeles Times
  • For 20 years, Dr. Madison Richardson has kept photographs, such as this one of Reginald Denny shortly after he arrived at the hospital, and other items from the L.A. riots. He's even kept a Christmas card signed "Love, Reggie."
For 20 years, Dr. Madison Richardson has kept photographs, such as this… (Genaro Molina / Los Angeles…)

Madison Richardson had no clue that Los Angeles was burning.

On April 29, 1992, the head and neck surgeon was touring the Griffith Park Equestrian Center with polo-playing friends from India. A colleague paged him. Could Richardson rush to Daniel Freeman Memorial Hospital in Inglewood to help care for a young truck driver who was near death after a beating? Oh, and, by the way, had Richardson been watching TV? No? Then find one and turn it on.

What Richardson saw reminded him instantly of the chaos he witnessed during the Watts riots in 1965 and the Washington, D.C., riots in 1968. Determined to see the situation for himself, he drove his Mercedes south along Crenshaw Boulevard to Florence Avenue before swinging west to Inglewood. As scattered fires burned, Richardson said he didn't feel threatened. He was black, after all, and it was blacks who were rioting after the acquittal of four white police officers in the beating of Rodney King, a black man.

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"In the run-up to the riots, there was always something in the air every day about the injustice," he said. "I understood that mentality, the South-Central gestalt."

His patient was Reginald Denny, whose bashing by four African American assailants was captured live by helicopter news crews. Denny quickly became a symbol of cataclysmic upheaval in Los Angeles, and observers throughout the world wondered whether he would survive.

If Denny were to succumb, Richardson suspected that it would be he — the lone African-American on the surgical team — who would get "scrutinized severely." Indeed, it was he who was selected to be the team's public face during nightly press briefings on Denny's condition.

"There was no way in hell he was going to die on my watch," Richardson recalled.

The doctor found it awkward to be considering race at all, given that he had spent much of his life insisting that race didn't, or at least shouldn't, matter.

A muscular 6-footer, Richardson, 68, was born in Prairie View, Texas. His father was a country doctor who was barred from practicing in local hospitals, so he commuted 60 miles to Huntsville, where he treated black patients by day and white patients at night. He also owned businesses and ranches, where young Madison learned to shoot, ride and "work like a demon."

Richardson was reared amid an extensive network of white, black and mixed-race relatives. A Texas historical marker near Huntsville commemorates the forbidden love of his great-grandfather, William Rolfe Kelley, and great-grandmother, Dinah Rush. Kelley fought for the Confederacy -- then, in defiance of state and federal laws, had 10 children with Rush, a former slave.

"Everybody around me was black and white," Richardson said. "I didn't know which part to dislike."

Richardson attended segregated schools in Texas, but his mother insisted that he never use race as an excuse.

She later married a white, conservative, Republican Texas businessman, and the family moved to Los Angeles. Richardson attended racially and ethnically mixed Los Angeles High School, then historically black Howard University in Washington, where he encountered Stokely Carmichael, Rap Brown and other firebrands of the civil rights movement.

"I didn't go on any freedom rides," he said. "My mother reminded me I was going to be a doctor."

Arriving at Daniel Freeman on the day of Denny's beating, Richardson was part of a "rainbow coalition" of four doctors — two whites, a Korean and himself.

Their patient hovered near death, his skull fractured in 91 places and pushed into his brain. His left eye was so badly dislocated that it was in danger of falling into his sinus cavity. The cheek was shattered — "like you'd dropped an egg on the floor and the shell had broken," Richardson said.

The team's first action was to drain the blood that had pooled around Denny's brain. On the second day, however, neurosurgeon Leslie Geiger called Richardson to say that Denny was in mortal danger. He looked like a "blow-up doll," with his chest and torso distended, and he was struggling to breathe. Richardson told the hospital to prepare Denny for surgery.

Working with Paul Toffel, a plastic surgeon, and anesthesiologist Yong Chung, Richardson discovered a small puncture in Denny's windpipe. Air was escaping into Denny's chest tissue. Richardson performed a tracheotomy, a procedure that routed air to Denny's lungs.

The delicate task of reconstructing Denny's facial bones fell to Toffel, with Richardson assisting. Both had been seasoned on military personnel wounded in Vietnam — Toffel in the Navy and Richardson at Walter Reed Army Medical Center.

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