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Into Detroit, thoughts via Jason
Some good friends of mine have decided to start looking at houses in Detroit. Their current mortgage is a mess and they're seriously thinking about moving to the Woodbridge/Midtown area. They've also launched a new site for those who want to be a part of Detroit's 'renaissance.'
Personally, I'm a bit skeptical that Detroit will ever be the city it once was; but Detroit will never recover if people don't start taking a chance and moving back. That way, the city can start to regain some of its tax revenue and begin trying to improve its failing schools and infrastructure. Then maybe the job market will improve as companies start to see that it's worth investing in the city again.
So, as much as I have reservations about people idealizing Detroit's so-called renaissance, I don't think such a rebirth will be possible without people moving back and becoming passionate about making Detroit their home.
I just hope this potential renaissance doesn't become a negative example of gentrification, where an influx of wealthier, predominately white families start to flood the nicer areas, driving up property values, rent, taxes, etc., pushing out the poor and predominately African-American families who can no longer afford to live in the 'up and coming' areas. That would almost certainly inflame the racial tension that's existed since at least the 60s, and create the political conditions for a return to the reactionary policies of Coleman Young.
At the very least, I think the city needs a combination of things like strong rent-control laws, a strong push to develop frequent and reliable public transit and people who are willing to reach out to their community to really make this thing work. And if you happen to be one of those people, then I say more power to you.
Transplant #11 - Allee W (The Spirit of This Detroiter, Part II)
This is a two-part series by Detroit-loving and Grammy, Emmy, Tony and Webbie award-winning Allee Wills. Read Part I HERE.
Growing up, it never dawned on me that any city was better than Detroit. Automobiles were at the core of American culture, and the design aesthetic coming out of Detroit for cars and anything else that revolved around them was mind-boggling. It was a time of wild experimentation as well as the rise of the middle class. It was the Atomic Age and the city was right in the center of everything with a mindset of style, convenience, and innovation.
That became my formula as an artist—style, convenience and innovation with a massive hit of soul. The Detroit I knew, and still have a sense of, was a completely thrilling place. It was a serious mix of old-school culture and hip design, of “hi” and “lo” sensibilities, of treasures salvaged from the past and futuristic Atomic wonders, all with the funkiest conceivable happy pop beat underneath as score. It was also home to the best intersection of black and white pop culture on the planet. I know I experienced Detroit in its prime years, but the memories can never be erased, and they color my enthusiasm for the city that I still think is the best in the world.
I can certainly say that in the entertainment industry Detroiters are known as a soulful bunch. The gifts that people born there have given to the world are plentiful. I think artists from everywhere respect the city for its authenticity and creativity. Detroit is raw, real and facing problems every other city will eventually face as we now have firmly entered a new period for human civilization.
I was excited to read the August 3 New York Times article “Wringing Art Out Of The Rubble In Detroit,” which Karen Dybis linked to in her Detroit Blog post. I was hooked by its chronicling of artist collectives, creative communities, and artists themselves in the city. I really identified with Detroit artists creating works out of salvage materials, something I’d always done since being spoon fed in the scrapyard. When I first designed a social network in 1992, it was all about trying to make cyberspace visual by decorating it with salvage artifacts and imbuing anyone inside of it with an incredible mix of the past and the future, all with a big dose of soul. The same sensibility carries over into all my music and art, always a blend of retro and authentic mixed in with as much style and innovation as I can muster.
I think the times we’re living in right now provide the opportunity for that same kind of hi/lo, past/future, familiar/innovative environment to exist. But this time, it’s about fostering new attitudes, new world businesses, new ways of financing of those businesses and—extremely importantly—paying mind to the artist’s way. It’s no surprise to me that so many artists are drawn to Detroit and feel this opportunity there. Artists feed on inspiration. They’re trained to live on little to nothing until, if they’re lucky enough, success hits—though that’s an old world model. Very few artists I know, including myself, are getting rich these days. But the real ones create because that’s all they know how to do, and they do it whether they get paid or not. That’s the kind of passion and artistry that will allow Detroit to bloom. It’s so not about bringing the city back—it’s about realizing that you have a chance to create a new world.
Though it may not seem like a golden opportunity right this second, Detroit has incredible possibilities to create the future just like it did back when the automobile was king. There is much to be said for things falling apart if one has the balls and brains to put it all back together in a new and evolved way. Artists oftentimes see the future first—their way is to dream and paint that picture for everyone else. Reinvention and constantly shifting one’s perspective to stay inspired is at the heart of my philosophy of creativity. It’s as vital for places as people.
Detroit is going through a major reinvention, and is ahead of the curve in the type of radical transformation that other cities will also ultimately have to make to remain viable. That’s both painful and exciting, a dichotomy artists have long learned to live with. And that’s a perfect recipe for Soul, something the whole world needs a massive dose of now. So, I hope that any plan being considered for reconstructing Detroit is an artistic one as well as a business and technologically minded one. I’d love to brainstorm with like-minded folks about this. I'm ready to put my passion for Detroit on the drawing board.
Just as a tuna fish sandwich on toasted white and a hot fudge sundae at Sanders remains my favorite meal ever, my belief in Detroit as the city of the future is alive and well indeed!
Transplant #11 - Allee W (The Spirit of This Detroiter, Part I)
This is a two-part series by Detroit-loving and Grammy, Emmy, Tony and Webbie award-winning Allee Wills. Come back soon for part two !
"The Spirit Of This Detroiter" - Part One
I grew up in Detroit in a magical time, the 1950s, when it was the city of the future. There were brand new giant-finned, multicolored hunks of metal speeding around with push buttons, tri-tone seats, and side windows built for drive-in trays. It was all about the Michigan State Fair on Woodward, the giant stove, the giant tire on I-94, the zoo, Carl's Chop House downtown, Darby's delicatessen on 7 and Wyoming, the gorgeous blue and maroon Mumford High, Mumford Records right next to it, and consuming lots of homegrown Sanders hot fudge, Vernors and Faygo. That transitioned right into the ’60s, with the greatest soundtrack a city could have, Motown. I can’t tell you how many Saturday afternoons I spent sitting out on the two little lawns on Grand River watching everyone walk in and listening for any shred of sound that passed through the walls at the two greatest houses in the city—or the world—as far as I was concerned. Detroit was an incredible place.
I left in 1965 after I graduated high school and went to the University of Wisconsin in Madison, but I came home every summer. My mom had passed away right before my senior year and my dad married someone who couldn't get along with his kids. So most of my time home was spent in a ‘62 Chevy Bel Air tooling around Detroit with the radio blasting—sometimes on CKLW and WKNR but mostly way down on the east side of the dial at WJLB and WCHB, where Martha Jean The Queen saved my life. All I did was drive around looking at the city and let the music created there soak into my soul.
I wasn’t in Detroit when the riots happened in ’67, but I remember my first trip home afterwards, driving around looking at the ruins and feeling sick. As Detroit started its slow decline after that I didn't come back that often, as much because of my family situation as feeling an emotional shift in the city. I moved to New York after college, and after that to Los Angeles. As soon as I became a songwriter, I started meeting phenomenal artists who came from Detroit, all with the same spirit and pride about being Detroiters as I had.
Foremost among them was my idol, the brilliant Motown songwriter Lamont Dozier, who I’d go on to collaborate with. He didn’t just write a bunch of hit songs. It was about an overall feel, stuffed with joy and soul. He wrote like your heart beat. I became friends with Lily Tomlin in the ’80s and when we collaborated on her website in ’99, we built a Detroit section. It was then I learned that her first job was as an usher at the Avalon Theater on Lynwood, just blocks from where I was born on Monterey, and where I saw my first movie, The Creature from the Black Lagoon. I remember walking to my seat more than I remember the film, as the usher who led me there did spectacular formations on the floor with her flashlight. As Lily and I talked about our incredible memories of growing up in Detroit, she told me her first gig was as an usher at the Avalon and that she did performances with her flashlight. I’m dead certain it was Lily who seated me.
In 2008, I reconnected with Detroit in the greatest way possible when the Broadway musical I co-wrote, The Color Purple, came to The Fox. It was the first time in decades I’d gotten to walk back into the place of some of my peak childhood memories, when I went to the Motown Revues every day the last couple weeks of every year in the late '60s. The Fox was even grander than I remembered, restored to the nines, and there I was with my family and childhood friends watching this show with songs I’d written that owed so much of their feel and spirit to the songs I grew up with. Every fiber of me rang Detroit.
And, for the first time since I graduated, I got to go back to Mumford, that gorgeous, Deco-ish hunk of baby blue limestone and pinky maroon trim—a color scheme that’s stayed with me to this day. The first thing I did when I bought my house with money earned from my first hit, Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September,” was to paint it like a mini-Mumford.
I wasn’t even sure the principal, Linda Spight, would remember I was coming that day but when I walked in everything that could be wrapped in purple was, “Welcome Allee” posters were all over the walls and, to top it off, the arts students performed a tribute to me. I was expecting the school to be a shadow of its former regal self, but was elated to find it absolutely pristine inside, exactly as I had remembered it down to the original fabric on the auditorium seats, not a thread out of place.
Shortly after that, during Black History Month, 2009, in conjunction with Pacifica Public Radio, I sent clips from never-before-heard historic Civil Rights tapes I raised money to restore to the students who then DJ’d music to the clips and talked about what the tapes meant to them, including Rosa Parks’ first speech after she got out of jail in 1956 and Coretta Scott King reading the speech Martin Luther King was to deliver the day he was killed to 30 of their closest friends. Mumford became the first high school in the country to receive hundreds of hours of these restored gems from my Sound of Soul program. I did an hour long Civil Rights radio special on Pacifica with the principal, the history teacher and 20 students who participated in the program. I really wanted to go back and do a mass multimedia song collaboration with all the Mumford art students but that’s when the budget crisis really hit, the radio station lost their funding for it and the fate of Mumford wasn’t known. I still want to do something with the students as I’ve been obsessed with the creation of interactive art on the Internet since 1991 and would love nothing better than to give them a voice.
My connection to Mumford ran deeper than just my attending school there. Beverly Hills Cop had just opened and I had two songs on the soundtrack, which I won a GRAMMY for. A few weeks earlier I went to a screening in Jerry Bruckheimer’s office. It was only his second film. I didn’t even know what the film was about as I had never read the script. I started sobbing as soon as I realized that the cigarette truck Eddie Murphy was hiding in the back of in the opening scene was careening through the streets of Detroit while my song “Neutron Dance” played in the background. Right on the line “I’m just burning doing the Neutron Dance” the truck slams into a car that explodes in a fireball. While I was writing that song I looked out my window and saw someone trying to break into my 1962 Corvair. As I tore out of the house to fend them off I yelled back the line to my collaborator, Danny Sembello, “Someone stole my brand-new Chevrolet.” Here I am in Bruckheimer’s office and bang! The truck slams into a Chevy right on that line. And then to top it off, right on the closing note of the song the door to the truck flies open and Eddie pops out wearing a Mumford T-shirt. I couldn’t believe it! Not to mention discovering that Bruckheimer had gone to Mumford too. I have no idea how I had written something that fit that the scene so perfectly having never seen the movie. I had a profound sense that it was just a spiritual connection to Detroit that did it.
More fond memories of Detroit were on the east side in my father’s scrapyard on Mt. Elliot. It was a couple blocks long with a tiny railroad running through it. I grew up spending Saturdays climbing up piles of cars and every other kind of scrap metal imaginable, grabbing comic books out of the huge paper baler and bringing home treasures other people threw away. The whole business was connected to automobiles, and all these relics of the past were the future. This stayed with me forever as I went on to assemble one of the largest collections of Atomic Age, soul and kitsch artifacts in the world. I even built a social network around the crazy things that people collect and their soulful connections to them at AWMOK.com. I feel my roots to Detroit every day.
Come back soon to read Allee's second part of "The Spirit of This Detroiter"
Busy summer, Detroit style
The blog has been quiet for a few weeks. Rest assured, it was solely because The Editor was (among other things) frolicking in The Motor City, and couldn't bother being online while she was soaking up her time back home.
Some highlights of the 313 (and 248/734/586/517) adventure:
A first sip of this year's Oberon (a brew that doesn't make it far west enough to stock our beer shelves).
Catching a DPD dude in a city-issued SUV cruising a mere 50 MPH in the right lane, blatantly texting while driving, on I-75.
A delicious pre-game dinner of pulled pork sandwich & waffle fries, courtesy of the BBQ shrine that is Slow's.
Freeeeeezing our butts off at an under-attended Tigers game (I think the fact it was Canada Night explains it all).
Introducing another group of friends to my favorite parking garage of all time.
Chugging Vernors. Taking a bath in Tim Horton's coffee and power eating Fruit Explosion muffins. This may or may not be exaggerations.
Cramming a late Mother's Day gift in, complete with awkward sex jokes, with me madre & family at Go! Comedy.
Attending the wedding of a perfect couple, visiting with family and friends, hosting a killer happy hour and making it as far west as East Lansing for a very important conference.
What's your favorite summer past time back home? Any big summer plans back in the mitten? Share with us (so we can all be a little jealous)!
Transplant #10 - Bryan F.
Trying To Connect From the Outside
Late summer, 2010: Four years out of Detroit and in the wild that is Chicago with my wife. Spoiled by an efficient public transit system, a vast array of indulgence steps from our door; sights, sounds, and all wakes of life in every which direction. Spoiled rotten, but not taken for granted. However, my head was and is always at home.
Community is very important me, and essential in a place like Detroit. Always dedicating time and gaining as much exposure as I could pack-in with weekend visits, I have been standing from a distance seeing this community in Detroit rally, connect, create, and sustain. I have loved this town so much for so long, and to be honest, was frustrated seeing all of these brilliant passionate folks improving communities and creating solutions in my absence. I wanted in, I wanted to connect, make a difference, and have a say. This may sound foolish and may frustrate people being that we did move away, but the heart feels how the heart feels.
With thanks to Twitter, I was able to share my voice and connect virtually. I was adding my two cents on issues and spreading as much Detroit culture and swagger I could muster with the help of these brilliant, beautiful people already creating movement in the region. While I had enjoyed the conversation (and still do), I wanted more. I wanted to physically get involved, work with influencers, create solutions, and get dirty in the process. I wanted more.
...but what could I do all the way at 284 mile road?
It was a Saturday afternoon and one of my favorite Detroit influencers, Becks Davis, was kind enough to meet me for a coffee during one of my weekend visits. We talked about an array of things, but what stood out to me was this group I was learning about for the first time, called 635 Mile Road (the distance between NYC and Detroit). This was a group of Detroiters in New York City who have been meeting and trying to rally fellow Detroiters to talk about the issues facing our region, build a network, and do whatever they could to spread the word in their city about the progress and opportunities in Detroit.
You can guess what I did IMMEDIATELY following my talk with Becks, right? I contacted Rachel Jacobs as soon as I could!
It turns out that 635 Mile was looking to expand their network (and change their name), and the Chicago had made the most sense as their second city (no pun intended). Jubilation! I had been so anxious to get involved in a collective that shared the same sense of pride and responsibility to home.
Detroit Nation - Chicago - has matured respectably since our inception back in October. With a growing membership and social media reach, two events under our belt (with a third in the works), and a "Detroit Mission" trip planned for sometime in the next few months, we plan to keep evolving and engage anyone and everyone looking to get informed on what's really happening in Detroit. We've even started conversations with organizations in Detroit, where we hope to provide human capital where we can, professionally. It's a win/win, really. Organizations get access to professional skills and networks outside of Michigan, and our members get to experience and work alongside those influencing Detroit's future while gaining a first-hand account of the movement that's been underway.
We're realistic about the challenges the region faces, but between social entrepreneurship, small businesses and start-up investment, and it's grassroots economies, Detroit continues to make progress. These movements are accessible, tangible, and for us Detroiters in the wild, they grant us a way to stay grounded. I believe this is how we can help change Detroit's story and the outside perception.
I am a Chicago resident, but my home and my heart is anchored with love and promise, in Detroit.
Transplant #9 - Elmer B (round two)
Living away from Detroit, it’s amazing how many people I run into who have never been set foot in Michigan who declare themselves experts on the city. Like Ruthann’s experience, I often find myself talking with people who haven’t got clue #1 about what Detroit is really like.
I respect opinions like those of Jason, because he lived there. I also agree with much of what he wrote. My perspective is not quite the same as his because I’m really a child of the suburbs. Growing up Downriver was quite a bit different than what he experienced.
To me, one of the perennial problems in the Detroit area was the divide between the city and the suburbs. In my youth, this was exacerbated by Coleman Young’s constant bickering with the other leaders in the tri-county area. After I joined the Army and moved away, every time I would come home to visit it seemed that the politics were always the same no matter who was in office. I subscribed to the Sunday Detroit News for a long time and read about it quite often, too. As the old saying goes, “divide and conquer.”
The crime on the streets was bad, as was the crime in government. One bad group after another led Detroit, not for the betterment of the city and her people but for the betterment of their wallets and purses. It’s a crying shame how much the city could have prospered under real leadership instead of the greedy pseudo leadership of some who served in city government.
Yes, it all looks rather hopeless when viewed completely from the outside. But there is hope now. Things seem to be poised for Detroit to rise from the ashes of her past and move forward into a new era of prosperity. My last visit to Detroit was this past January. Watching the news, one could look and on the surface say that there is just more of the same. But underneath, just under the surface, I caught just an inkling of things changing for the better.
First is the city government. To be sure there are huge problems facing the city. But, instead of the usual finger-pointing and blame shifting I caught a sense of the desire to cooperate and work together to find solutions. And this from, of all places, the Manoogian Mansion.
There was some controversy over waste water treatment. Nothing new there. One of the suburban cities sued the Detroit City government over the way things are handled. Nothing new there, either. Mayor Bing holds a press conference and says, let’s work together and sort this thing out. Whoa. There’s a new attitude. A glimmer of hope on a cold, dreary, January day. With the downfall of Kwame Kilpatrick, a leader with a new attitude comes to the fore. My hope is this leadership trend Mayor Bing seems to have started keeps going. The city needs leaders who have the city’s, and not their own, best interest at heart.
Mayor Bing takes a lot of heat for not doing enough. I wonder if he’s not simply overwhelmed with too many problems and not enough resources. I can imagine he goes to the office on some mornings wondering, “Why did I do this to myself?” Yet, he carries on.
One of the goals of our January trip was to go downtown to see the Red Wings play at the Joe. My brother suggested parking at the Greektown Casino and taking the People Mover to the arena. A genius idea which saved me $10 in parking and gave me the opportunity to ride the People Mover for the first time. The city seemed brighter than I remembered it, cleaner too. Maybe I was overlooking or looking past something, but even with all the lingering problems, things at least looked nicer than they had in the past.
After the game, I got turned around and ended up driving in circles around the Downtown area trying to get home after the game. (Yeah, it had been a long time. Dallas and Austin are a lot easier to get around for me these days.) The city looked, well, good to me. Again, it wasn’t dirty and rough like I remembered it. There were a lot of empty business spaces for rent, but they were clean and looked ready to go.
A couple days later we went back to Greektown and stopped in for lunch at one of the great restaurants there. Again, even on a dreary, cold and snowy day the city seemed cleaner and more alive. I thought I was just being nostalgic, but even after a few months time and pondering on it a little I still have that impression.
To be sure, the area has its problems. But I still sense hope when I read the daily news summaries on the web.
When I saw the Chrysler Superbowl ad I got all misty. There was that hope again. “That’s right,” I thought as I watched it the first time, “You can’t keep Detroit down.” We’re coming back, baby! There’s a revival of sorts happening in Motown. People outside the city are seeing it, too.
There was a lot of piling on over that ad. I work in web marketing, so I saw a lot of buzz about how the spot was a waste of time and money because it didn’t “sell” the product. I feel they missed the point. It wasn’t about selling something. It was about spreading an idea. It was about telling the story of a city on the brink but that is poised to come back. Kudos to Chrysler and to Eminem for doing that spot. I may not live there now, but it’s still my home town. That’s MY town.
Scott Monty, Social Media Director at Ford and a transplant to Detroit, tweeted about a movie project called “Lemonade: Detroit.” It’s about people who are committed to seeing through the hard times. They look beyond the blight, beyond the vacant lots, beyond the problems and see potential. It’s a great project, check it out at http://www.lemonadedetroit.com . Please consider supporting it.
This is what I was feeling in January. This is what Chrysler was trying to convey in their Superbowl commercial. These are the people of the phoenix. These are the people of the Detroit that won’t die. These are the people who are going to lead the revival of Detroit into what it was always meant to be. Mayor Bing can’t do it all. The state and federal governments can help, but they can’t be the saviors of Detroit. It’s those people who look at the city as it is, take stock in what they have, and start as if painting on a fresh canvas who will make the revival happen. One man in the preview I saw of “Lemonade: Detroit” put it well, “Things will change one person at a time, one block at a time.”
I applaud them and wish them well.
Transplant #8 - Ruthann L
Some people just don't understand... Ruthann's firsthand account of Detroit misconcpetions in her now home: Chicago.
The other day I was in Chicago talking to a man who was telling me about his experience in Detroit a "few years back" (read: 15 years). He said "I don't know if you're familiar with Detroit, but one in four homes are boarded up." I replied, "I am originally from Detroit, sir, and I'm pretty sure it's not one in four."
He continued, "well, I don't know if you've been there recently, but it's not in good shape..." I then replied, "Yes, sir I was actually there four days ago and go back often. My entire family still lives there. It's not as bad as you think. There are many nice places and I actually like going there." This elderly man would not let up!
"Well, then they must live north of 8 Mile because only blacks live south of 8 Mile", he continued. "No, sir, my familly lives south of 8 Mile and they are not black. You do not have to be black to live south of 8 Mile", I retaliated. "Oh, well they must live in Hamtramck", was his reply. I shot back, "no, they do not live in Hamtramck!"
He then tried to school me on Beaumont Hospital and how it's a leading hospital for cardiology. He acted like I had never heard of the hospital, even after I told him that I was born there and my doctor was there until I moved, and my family's doctors are still there. He then had to tell me it was in Royal Oak. No shit! I know what it says on my birth certificate. If I hadn't been at work I would have lost it on him, but it took everything inside of me to keep cool so I could keep my job.
If there's one thing I hate it's people dissin' the D. If there's something I hate more than that, it's people who try to tell you you're wrong when you stick up for the D.
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Willie SoSo Imported From Detroit Directed by Damon L. Thomas I put together this clip with one of Detroit’s up-and-rising stars, Willie SoSo. As a member of Detroit Ink, SoSo has been making major strides in the industry and keeping the legacy of good, innovative music coming from the Motor City. In doing this video, we approached it from a different angle that makes it a little more soulful from the normal hip hop video. We recorded the vocals live acappella to give it a spoken word feel for it and the backing jazz track was laid afterwards. I think the result is pretty dope. You can download Detroit Ink’s album “A Shot In The Thumb” on iTunes and keep looking out for much more from Willie SoSo. Special shout out to Detroit’s own (now residing in ATL like myself) NuFace whose artwork is seen at the end of the clip. Background Music: Kevin MacLeod
Happy Friday. Love, Detroit.
Happy Opening Day, Detroiters. Eat Em Up, Tigers!
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Ernie Harwell in the booth at Tiger Stadium. 1961
Last photo in a slideshow accompanying this New York Times article, highlighting the Grandmont Rosedale neighborhood.
Transplant #7 - Mark W.
How my Detroit Experience is Helping me Now in Tokyo
My Detroit experience began in 1996 soon after I moved back from Matsusaka, Japan with my new wife I met while teaching English there for three years. I was originally born in Toledo and grew up knowing that the best dog and chili you could get was from Tony Packo's (Sorry American Coney, you are #2). I used my Japanese skills to work as translator in Detroit for 10 years in Detroit. My fondest memory of that first year in Detroit was seeing the Red Wings win the Stanley Cup. From our little apartment in Westland, we could see the fireworks downtown after the game. My new wife was very impressed.
Our favorite places to go in Detroit was always Mexican Town. For us, the best place was El Zocalo. I remember when my mom & dad came to visit us and we took them there. My dad had noticed that the table was a little wobbly. When he pointed this out to the waiter, the waiter pointed to his massive margarita and said "If you drink that, the table will stop wobbling." Needless to say, he got a great tip that day.
We grew to love Detroit. It's character and it's proud people. It was hard to get a job coming back to Japan because it's experience that gets you a job in Detroit. "Sure, you can speak Japanese, but what do you really know?" was the typical answer at the interviews. If you have not done time in the trenches, been screamed at by a customer that wants his deliveries of products for his machine now or you are out, then you better start small. The truth is, unless you live there, and been through the tough times, you don't have the clout to call the shots yet in Detroit. The Detroit experience is everything and its made me a better person.
My company offered me a great position with our headquarters in Tokyo in 2006. It could not have been a worse time in Detroit to try to sell your house. Needless to say, I did what I had to do but it's going to be a while before I'm able to come back. There was a lot of soul searching at that time whether I would leave Detroit or not but I decided I had to do what was best for my family. I took the job.
Now jump to March 11, 2011, 2:46pm Tokyo Time. A 9.0 magnitude earthquake has hit the entire upper half of Japan (You can read about that here). The biggest earthquake in 140 years. My office is shaken to the core and I faced an hour of hell trying to get in touch with my wife and daughter. Soon after a massive tsunami swept the northern half of Japan wiping out towns along the coast, erasing them from the map.
Also, Fukushima Nuclear power plant had been hit by the earthquake and tsunami and there are brave firemen trying to cool the reactors to prevent the release of radiation. They appear to be getting ahead of the situation but the foreign press is having a field day with outrageous reports of nuclear fallout being sent across the world. I am here and this is not happening.
The foreign press, CNN, BBC, Fox, and others use sensationalism to get ratings. The real situation is actually pretty boring. The only people leaving Japan right now are the nervous foreigners who never had ties here anyway. My co-workers and my family here in Japan are not going anywhere and are dedicated to get back to a normal life.
Now I see my fellow Americans, English, Australian, and other Detroiters here in Tokyo are defending their decision to stay from family and friends back home that are convinced from the news reals that Tokyo is a giant pool of deadly radioactivity.
As I'm experiencing this, I have a sense of deja-vu. This has happened before. In my time in Detroit and while I've lived here I've had the same experience defending the city of Detroit from those that would believe everything they hear about the D. Detroit is not ridden with crime an murder every day. It is home to many proud people who call it their home. I have that same connection with my community here in Tokyo and I can not leave. I'm sure many Detroiters know exactly what I'm talking about.
Read about Mark's adventures in Inzai City, Japan on his blog
Transplant #6 - Jason
I was born and raised in Detroit. I lived downtown for the first thirteen years of my life, up until my family was forced to move when they closed down our apartment building. I went to Burton International (what's now the Burton Theatre) from 1st to 8th grade, and probably would've attended Cass Tech if we hadn't moved to Warren. But even after moving, I continued to hang out and work there before finally leaving Michigan in 2004. My last job was downtown, right across the street from where our old building used to be, in fact. So when I think about 'Detroit,' that's the Detroit I usually think about.
From my point of view, there are good and bad things about Detroit, and I still think about it every now and then. Sometimes fondly, but often with sadness. Let's be honest, as far as cities go, Detroit is in pretty bad shape and has been for decades. Sure, New Orleans isn't doing that great, but they got hit by a hurricane. Detroit's 'natural disaster' was decades of mismanagement, corruption, urban sprawl, and building its economic base on a single industry, motor vehicle and parts manufacturing. Crime and poverty seem to be a perpetual problem, as well as drug abuse. And when I was growing up, I was often exposed to some of the more unpleasant aspects of Detroit, events and memories that've helped give me a fairly negative view of the city over all.
When people talk about how great the city is, I still think about those deserted city streets in the 80s, before the two stadiums were built; my aunt's house near Trumbull, a neighborhood full of drugs and poverty; the endless sea of abandoned houses that were often torched on Devil's Night. I know all of Detroit isn't like that, and things are changing, but it's still hard to forget.
Maybe it's just me, but I even found the atmosphere oppressing. I never noticed it until I left, but when I finally did, it just felt so bleak in comparison. I visited New York, then travelled across the country to eventually settle in Oregon. After experiencing more of the US, I was finally able to compare Detroit to other cities like New York, Denver, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, etc., and while all of them had their good and bad points, none of them had the same level of decay or the same oppressive atmosphere as Detroit. Even the people seemed different, happier, friendlier. I'd always heard about how mean people in New York were, but I felt more comfortable there as a stranger than I ever did in my own home town. And going out west, I felt even more at ease.
I've often wonder why this is, and I sometimes think that it's because these cities are livelier and thriving. I've also noticed there doesn't seem to be the same level of animosity between these cities and their surrounding suburbs like there is in Detroit. There's a lot of hatred in Detroit, and from what I've heard, it's been that way for a long time, especially after the riots in '67. The racism and bigotry of that time has been left to fester, and I don't think Detroit has been able to come together as a real community because of it. I think that's changing, but Detroit still has a long way to go before it's finally healed from those old wounds.
Truth be told, I find myself agreeing with critics of Detroit most of the time because I, too, think it's a bit of a shithole. I think it's your experiences of a place that ultimately colour your perception of it, and growing up in the heart of downtown, with its desolate streets, and around some of its seedier parts (my aunt's neighborhood near Trumbull immediately comes to mind), I can't help picturing it any other way. For me, Detroit was a big and lonely place that was slowly dying right before my very eyes.
Nevertheless, things weren't all bad (and probably not as bad as I'm making them sound). I still like to remember the good times I had there, especially all the awesome people I knew (and still know). I make it a point to visit my friends and family at least once a year, and deep down, I'm proud to be from Detroit, especially because it has such a badass reputation. Detroit is a tough place. It's made putting up with hardships in other cities a lot easier, that's for sure. When people in Portland complain about the weather or how terrible they think Portland is, it just makes me laugh and appreciate how much a place like this has to offer compared to Detroit (except when it comes to sports teams).
And while I have some pretty harsh opinions about Detroit, I don't hate the city, and I really hope that Detroiters can turn it around. It's an uphill battle, for sure, but I think they can do if they put their hearts into it. I know it won't be easy, though. Due to a combination of things like outsourcing, foreign competition, and little else for the economy to fall back on, there's not as many good paying jobs as there used to be; and with no real public transportation system to speak of, just trying to find a decent job can be a struggle in and of itself. There also needs to be a lot of outside investment, which is hard to get when you don't have much to offer right up front. People just need to be willing to take a chance on Detroit again.
Still, Detroit has a lot to offer, I can't deny that. It's home to great people, wonderful architecture, incredible music, and an amazingly rich history. Downtown is starting to come back to life, and I've heard they're doing wonders with the riverfront.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm starting to feel a little nostalgic, so maybe it wasn't such a bad place after all. I still remember catching my first fish at Belle Isle (a tiny rainbow trout). I still buy Vernors whenever I'm sick (it cures everything). I still sport my Tigers hat, and I find myself rooting for the Lions even though they're arguably the worst team in football. I even like watching Detroit 1-8-7 just so that I can see some familiar places. I guess when it comes down to it, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with Detroit. It'll always be that old flame I never quite got over.
I guess one good thing that came out of the whole RoboCop fiasco is that momentum to give to something bigger than ourselves keeps on a'rollin. First there was RoboCharity and now the folks behind Hostel Detroit are letting the community own a piece of the project for pennies.
Every donation to Hostel Detroit by April 1 will be matched, dollar for dollar, courtesy of the Live-To-Give Foundation (up to $6,000). As of noon today, they're already at 58 percent raised. Donations between $10-50 have some cool perks, like having your name added to an interior wall at the hostel or scoring tickets to a backyard concert (hopefully when it's warm outside).
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Editor's note: Du Detroit is going to be participating in this fundraiser, so if you swing into Hostel Detroit after its grand opening, look for our name on the wall. Opening a hostel was one of two dreams associated with my move back to Detroit (launch date: TBD), so we're thrilled to see these wheels are in motion already.
We LOVE getting mail. Thanks Public Threads for the sweet Detroit swag - there's a Detroit Street in LA. We'll try to snap a pic next to it wearing your shirt in the near future :)
Things we love - AIGA's "Wish You Were Here" contest
If you haven't come across it yet, check out AIGA's "Wish You Were Here" postcard contest. Lots of gorgeous designs highlighting all parts of Michigan. Naturally, we're partial to the Detroit-specific materials like this Eastern Market mashup, the shoutout to Detroit's wildlife, the noms of Midtown, some Tigers love and an ode to the famed Bronx Bar.
Voting ends March 9. Hop to it.