A Tear Shed For The Decaying City of Detroit
By James Donahue
Not long ago my I took a wrong turn on the expressway while driving through Detroit and
found myself in an abandoned industrial part of that city. As I drove past giant abandoned warehouses with gaping holes where
there were once windows and peered down dark streets at shadowy human figures, I found myself praying that my car did not
break down and that all traffic lights ahead were green when I got to them.
That drive through dark dead Detroit was probably the spookiest trip I have ever made.
After leaving the industrial section I came upon neighborhoods of dilapidated and abandoned houses. I searched frantically
for a way back to the expressway and an exit from the most uncomfortable place I have ever found myself in.
Detroit today is a dying city. It is so eroded with closed and abandoned factories, vacated
and abandoned houses and roaming gangs of thugs that few people dare to venture there, especially after dark. My heart went
out to those still forced to be living in such a place.
It was not surprising when the Detroit bus drivers union recently walked off the job after
one of the drivers was beaten by a gang of about 100 young ruffians and hospitalized. The bus drivers demanded police protection
before they went back to their jobs.
Henry Gaffney, president of the Amalgamated Transit Union Local 26, which represents the
drivers, said this wasn’t the first incident. “The drivers aren’t safe,” he told the Detroit Free
Press. “The passengers aren’t safe.”
Few choose to live in Detroit any more. Some cannot move away because they cannot sell
their homes or they may hold some form of employment that they dare not give up. The job market is bleak in Detroit as it
is all over the nation. The great automobile plants and other manufacturing plants that once thrived there have closed their
doors and moved away. Empty stores and houses are a blemish on the city.
There have been efforts at urban renewal. Large blocks of property along the Detroit River
have been cleared and developed in an effort to revitalize the downtown. There is Cobo Hall, and other major developments
in the area that still bring business and conventions to Detroit. But the decay can be found within only a few blocks.
The schools in Detroit are so broke and overcrowded and entire buildings are being closed
and classes are doubling up to save money. Discipline and order in the classrooms are problems. Woe on the teachers caught
up in the Detroit Public School system. The state, which is also broke, is offering no help. State education money is being
reduced for lack of tax dollars. Federal aid to schools also is drying up.
It wasn’t always like this. I remember a time when Detroit was a thriving city. It
was a place to go for theater, good jobs, an exciting day trip on the steamboats to the Boblo Island amusement park, and the
State Fair. I had an aunt and uncle who lived in River Rouge and remember spending time with them. It was always exciting
to go their house. In my college years I dated a girl who worked in Detroit and remember spending many fun weekends with her
in that city. We saw the musical Porgy and Bess in a large theater there. I traveled to Detroit with college friends to attend
concerts by top jazz artists of the day and saw my first and only real burlesque show.
When our children were young my wife and I took the family to various excursions to the
Detroit Museum of the Arts, the nearby historical museum, and to Greenfield Village in nearby Dearborn. I spent hours in the
Detroit Public Library, reading newspaper microfilm files in search of shipwreck stories on the Great Lakes. We made frequent
visits to the Detroit Municipal airport as our children flew off to various parts of the world. My wife and I celebrated our
Twenty-fifth wedding anniversary at the Ponchatrain Hotel on the Detroit River.
Yes, we remember when Detroit was a thriving and reckless city. We got caught in terrible
traffic jams on I-94 and I-75, just trying to get in and out of that place. We learned not to drive on those highways at certain
times of the day, mostly when people were coming or going from their jobs, or to or from Tiger Stadium.
From its origins, Detroit was always a thriving place of commerce. It was a port city.
A shipyard. A fortified place first occupied by the French and later the British before Michigan became a United States colony.
Detroit was established by a Frenchman, Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac, in 1701 as a fur
trading center along the Detroit River. There he erected Fort Ponchatrain du Detroit. The village that sprang up around the
fort eventually became known simply as Detroit.
Detroit came under British rule during the French and Indian War in 1760. A major fire
nearly destroyed the city in 1805. But Detroit could not die. It continued to be a strategic port serving the Great Lakes
so it rebounded quickly and grew to become among the largest and most important industrial centers in the United States.
It was the home of Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, and the center for such automotive giants
as General Motors, Ford Motor Company and Chrysler Corporation during their heyday.
The city’s auto plants were converted almost overnight to build the nation’s
war machines during World War II.
Alas, change has fallen upon the nation. Can Detroit survive what has happened to it? Can
it ever rise to experience the greatness this city once enjoyed? The historical places are still there. The great highways
still pass through Detroit. A lot of empty buildings are still sound and awaiting some repair and tender loving care. A lot
of people are in desperate need of jobs and places to live. The city is ripe for renovation and creative innovation. Will
the state and federal lawmakers act to open the doors to a brighter future for this old city? Can the citizens of Detroit
raise themselves up by their own bootstraps and find ways to work the magic that is needed to save Detroit from its own decay?