“Looking through the bent back tulips
To see how the other half lives
Looking through a Glass Onion”
-john lennon, “Glass Onion”
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know..”
-paul simon, “The Boxer”
Detroit, just a few blocks down.
This is where my mother and uncle went to high school. Looks like a freakin palace to me.
Welcome to Grosse Pointe (no loitering)
Welcome to the “Renaissance City”.
This is what is left of the street where my grandparents lived when my father and uncles were born. Ghetto prairie and housing projects now.
My grandparents children grew up in the fallout area of several huge factorys including the Continental plant just across Jefferson. My uncle had an unexplained and severe case of pneumonia at the age of 2.
The stuffed animal ghetto memorial, always a sign of somebodys violent and untimely death.
This is the sickening lillywhite image that the city of Grosse Pointe would like to portray.
Needless to say it is a stark contrast from what lies just blocks away in neighboring Detroit. This specific region is the absolute most segregated area in all of North America. Driving from Detroit into Grosse Pointe always reminds me of the scene in Wizard of Oz where Dorothy opens the door of the farmhouse and the film turns to Technicolor.
Dont get me wrong, I really dont have anything against the Grosse Pointers. I find them all quite interesting and I enjoy looking at them.