Why I Bought a House in Detroit for $500 by Drew Philip is a book...
Drew has also written about Growing Food in Detroit
Planting Seeds on Detroit's Eastside
Woodbridge and Indian Village. Make it safe and walkable like Eastern Market/Dequindre Cut and people will be ready to build the 21st century in a Detroit that is fair and does not charge retirees on Social Security with $600 million dollars in taxes on buildings that will never produce that value. Tear down what cannot be fixed. Admit that the City wants an average of 70 K for a rehabbed and ready house for a neighborhood that has no goods and services (But Instacart or Amazon can address some of the deficiencies?)
What if you make money blissfully untouched and unbothered - you are a digitally supported worker who can order in, still collect a paycheck and does not know anybody who has CoVid. If this is you, you must read this book not just as an amuse bouche. Let Drew Make You Think As Grace Lee Boggs once wrote, and Drew re quoted,
"Building community is to the collective as spiritual practice is to the individual."
After college, as my friends left Michigan for better opportunities, I was determined to help fix this broken, chaotic city by building my own home in the middle of it. I was 23 years old.
My first job out of college was working for a construction company in Detroit.“
We're an all-black company and I need a clean-cut white boy,” my boss told me over drinks in a downtown bar when he hired me. "Customers in the suburbs don’t want to hire a black man."
When a service call would come in, we would ask, “Does he sound white or black?” If it was the former, I would bid the job. If the latter, my boss would. Detroit is one of the most segregated metro areas in the nation, and for the first time I was getting what it felt like to be on the other side of that line. In contrast to the abstract verbal yoga students at the University of Michigan would perform when speaking about race, this was refreshing. And terrifying. I couldn’t hide behind fancy words any longer.
I grew up in rural Michigan, 45 minutes away from any freeway. I’m the first male member of my family in three generations never to have worked in front of a lathe, and aside from one uncle, I’m the oldest with all of my fingers intact. The university had given me some grandiose ideas like “true solidarity with the oppressed,” and I figured “the oppressed” lived in Detroit, never mind the patrimony. I thought I was making a sacrifice. I thought moving here was staying home when everyone else was leaving the state. I thought I was going to change the world and had some vague notions of starting a school. I cringe at how naive I was. I first rented an apartment in the city, sight unseen, that didn't have a kitchen sink, so I did my dishes in the bathtub.
Aside from bidding jobs, I spent my days like everyone else: sanding floors in cheap rentals for $8.50 an hour, which got me thinking: I could buy a house and fix it up myself. Not that I was sure how to go about buying, let alone renovating a house. It was just an inexplicit dream, some trick that would keep me from leaving like everyone else, make me a true Detroiter.
Not long after, I went to a Halloween party dressed as an organ grinder. At one point I set my cardboard organ down in a corner to dance, and when I went back to get a beer I'd hidden inside it, sitting next to the organ, all knotted up and looking out of place, was a guy named Will dressed as an organ grinder's monkey. Between his fingers he held a hand-rolled cigarette.
"You want to go outside and have a smoke?"
After the usual pleasantries, him looking nervous and fidgety, me overeager to make friends, I told him I wanted to buy a house on the city's east side.
He answered, "I just did .
__________________________________________________________________________Notes
* Gentrification is not always created by educated white people who are affluent or creative or both
Hamtramck:
the gentrification occurred when an ethnic group the Chaldeans left Detroit and moved into Hamtramck with families Most of the creative types left possibly due to a culture clash between conservatives, religious (Catholics who tend to be Chaldeans and Muslims usually other Middle-Easterners) versus college/post college age artists and musicians. See Williamsburg Brooklyn for a similar culture clash and gentrification issue. https://www.wsj.com/articles/SB10001424052702303491304575187942725181712?reflink=desktopwebshare_permalink
Harlem :
Younger black people with means replacing older black people who often move back down South to retire https://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2014/0316/Why-African-Americans-are-moving-back-to-the-South
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