By Alexander Nazaryan
THEY KNOW the end is near, which is why the young men and women of Boyle Heights have taken to the streets with such fury, clad in bandannas, hoisting placards that leave little room for com-promise. They’ve been charged with promoting violence and anti-white racism, and they don’t care. They’re in a desperate fight to keep this rise of land on the East Side of Los Angeles from becoming the next Silver Lake or the next Echo Park, formerly Latino neighborhoods overtaken by glass condominiums full of white people who have come from Beverly Hills, or maybe the hills of Arkansas.