Photoset: The Men Who Made Detroit. As seen on Six Mile. Detroit. East Side.
The Champ is Here. Joe Louis. His fists were part of the reason Detroit was once known as the City of Champions.
East Side Check Cashing. Home to one of the most beautiful murals I’ve seen thus far, rivaling Black Kings on Gratiot. Which means that’s Black Jesus, Black Kings, and The Men Who Made Detroit, all on the East Side.
Anyone have a theory on why so much of this on the East Side, when the West Side is what give us the Nation of Islam and, decades later, the Shrine of the Black Madonna?
Henry Ford put the world on wheels.
Berry Gordy put the world on the dance floor.
Elijah McCoy put in time in the lab.
Magic Johnson and Isiah Thomas put up numbers. (Now if only one would pick up the phone so they could squash their unfortunate beef.)
Also, anyone think the couple below look like ex-Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick and mistress/chief of staff Christine Beatty?
Detroit is the city Coleman Young built. For better or for worse. When you’re downtown, and the crowds are dressed up, and the buses are running on time, and Barry Sanders is still juking the competition, it’s for the better.
A Night on the Town. Drive the car Henry build, listen to the music Berry created, and wear the suit tailored at Serman’s. When people my parents’ age and older talk longingly about the good old days in Detroit, these are the days they’re referring to.
MVPs. Calvin Johnson, Justin Verlander, and Miguel Cabrera. No Red Wings or Pistons. No Red Wings in the entire mural; Isiah at least made an appearance for the Pistons.
Old Black Detroit. The days of Paradise Valley. Black Bottom. Neighborhoods, black enclaves, considered substandard for their times, but nostalgized today because a freeway (I-375) killed them off.
The suits were nice, though.