Maybe I witnessed one-too-many privileged, white frat boy wander out of the Berkeley Gap with a pile of new chinos during an "anarchist" uprising. Maybe the petty Bürger blood I inherited from my grandfather the camera-store owner still flows too freely inside me. Maybe I'm too much of a fascist law-lover. Whatever the reason, I have a hard time having sympathy for anyone taking advantage of a situation where people are dying in large numbers to raid stores when they could be contributing to the relief effort by simply not looting.
As I've said already in comments, the impoverished neighborhood underneath the Cypress Structure in West Oakland did not take its collapse during the 1989 Loma Prieta quake as a call to loot, but as a call for help. The only looters I know of were the "radical" German Autonomen -- one of whom stole my checkbooks and left scabies on the clothes of mine he'd borrowed without asking -- who, upon seeing the television coverage at Jeremy and David's place, said, "How zou vie get to zies road? Vie can take zair vallets if zay are dead." Pardon me if, even fifteen years later, I still haven't managed to wash the taste of that brand of anarchism out of my mouth.