It’s a Thursday at 7:45 a.m. Elysian Park Playground, overlooking Dodger Stadium and Downtown L.A., is still and serene, with not a soul in sight.
But a couple of minutes before 8 o’clock, a tinny voice on a loudspeaker slices through the hush in the air. It’s hard to make it all out, but one statement is unmistakably audible:
“The line is clear.”