The rioting and destruction brought out the neighboring police forces, the state police and the National Guard to help save the city. But it was the local people, fellow blacks who had had enough of the lawlessness of youth, who took to the streets to stand guard over their community, face down the mobs. A singular man stood in the street, told the angry youth to go home, study, get an education. One young mother saw her teenage son in a mask. She tore after him, screaming at him, slapping him around the face. Go home, she demanded. The cowed youth turned and left the scene. Black preachers, politicians and community leaders marched arm-in-arm through the streets, and a local drum and bugle corps came out pounding their drums and parading the streets while their cheerleader girls gyrated and swung to the beat and their high-stepping young men marched with pompoms and smiles. It was a scene to behold. Baltimore was healing from within.