“Kill or be killed Porkchop”
The title of this post is lifted from some graffiti I saw as a teenager growing up in Detroit. I was always intrigued by it and much later on, I decided it would make a great epitaph or perhaps even the title of my autobiography (Vol. 1).
(The image on the left [click it] has a similar look and feel. It’s from a show featuring murals by local graffiti artists at the Shrangi-La Gallery in the Atlas Building on Gratiot.)
In any case, I recently came across Detroit Blog, which is devoted to “all things Detroit: politics, urban exploration, news, photos, and commentary about the city.”
The authors loves Detroit, “even the old Detroit of blight, waste and emptiness. Hockeytown. Motown. I grew up here, had my best times here. It’s my home.”
I don’t live there any more myself, but I’m proud to say I did grow up (and lived much of my life) there. My kids were born there and my mother still lives there.
Once upon a time, Detroit was American industry. Detroit was American music. Detroit was American sports. Some of the most interesting and vital people in American history are from Detroit.
Me? I’m a proud product of Detroit Public Schools, and if you’ve got a problem with that, why don’t we step outside and discuss it?
I guess as long as any of my family still live there, I’ll miss it.
P.S. You can take the boy out of the city…and so forth and so on.
