Colorblind By Amber Shattuck-Pipe I’ve heard people say that Detroit is color-blind. I call bullshit! In my Detroit, we are all different. We have different lives and different struggles and different preferences. Many of those things stem from WHAT we are as much as who we are. We are black and white, gay, straight,…
Make A Way Out Of No Way By Peter Croce The late Grace Lee Boggs begins the documentary American Revolutionary (by Grace Lee, no relation) standing in front of the ever-dilapidated Packard Plant, covered in wool winter clothing, 97 years old, saying, “I feel so sorry for people who are not living in Detroit.”…
Untrue Grit By Mickey Lyons The Detroit I love is a messy, challenging, and sometimes heartbreaking place. It’s a city full of chest-beating pride (and rightly so) and quiet, stolid patience. I could list descriptors of Detroit and her people for ages, but one word I refuse to use any longer is the one the…
In A Stare It Happened By Vince Patricola In a stare it happened. I saw it in the slowest of motion. I was standing across the dance floor at the Whisky Parlor, a lounge perched a story above Woodward Avenue near Campus Martius. The record I played was just about to end, then…
This Place By Robert Barnette A nonchalant “born n bred in the D” is my standard response to inquirers. Brows raise and furrow less often in New Detroit but I’m still met with disbelief. I get it: alternately erudite and base; ambassadorial; pedestrian by choice not circumstance; globetrotting; dripping with joie de vivre; scathingly blunt;…
