DON'T CUT YOUR FINGERS ON A BROKEN CITY
i've lived and breathed directly in this city for ten years
now and i couldn't agree more with much of your sentiment.
During this last mayoral election when Kwame racially bullied his
way back into office, it was pathetic! Everytime Mr. Hendrix cited
something that was wrong and how he would fix it, Mr. Kilpatrick
scolded Freman for not empowering the city with NICE talk. As if
skewed binoculars and flower-vision make everything OKAY.
Because of this damned Super Bowl (and i love football). Our city
sort of fixed some roads, painted some outsides of lost buildings,
put up fake storefronts and pretended "nothing bad ever happens
to me!"
I love this place... the feel, the color, the pain, the desperation, the love.
but, any fixing must take place from the inside... not the outside!
don't spill paint over a broken heart and listen to the glory of this city.
a stranger once said:
"detroit is amazing, you can hear the dead talking to you here."
-el vikingo
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The government's solution-
Take the man out of the slums.
God's solution-
Take the slums out of the man and he'll either take himself out of the slums or he'll restore them to their primal beauty.
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