Tempting as it might be to just let the whole place burn to the ground (the dead, after all, get along just fine and treat everyone around them exactly the same), I doubt anyone could throw a lit firework into a gas station from far enough away to be safe if the place did go up. The act is a microcosm of the greater mess: if the fire catches, neither side is getting out alive. They're packed in too close and, like the crowd at the gas station, when a new ball of flame arcs in, they're just milling about.
Not unexpectedly, a nearby convenience store was looted, too, and you can find raw video of that on the web, too. One of them concentrates more on another amateur photojournalist, stepping over debris and through a shattered door with her smartphone held high, looking around as though expecting a clerk to pop up from behind the jumbled mess of the counter.
Those of us on the sidelines are milling about just as uselessly as the crowd at the gas station, everyone trotting out their old familiar slogans and attitudes, examining the situation though the lens of our own preconceptions and -- surprise! -- reaching the same old moss-covered conclusions. In the latest mess, police shot a young man who they say pointed a gun at them -- and indeed, a gun was found at the scene.
Might be time everyone took a giant step back. Even if just for one day. 25th of December ought to be a suitable choice.
If you were looking to me for answers or even well-formulated questions, better keep looking. I haven't got any. Things didn't get this bad in St. Louis -- or anywhere else -- overnight and they're unlikely to get better in any greater hurry. But it sure wouldn't hurt if everyone would stop stirring the pot.