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Detroit
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ever watched Hardcore Pawn? a reality tv show about a Detroit pawn shop.
after you watch it, you actually become more stupid.
where the hell did they find the idiots that own, work and go there?
were genetic experiments happening in Detroit and that was the result?
after you watch it, you actually become more stupid.
where the hell did they find the idiots that own, work and go there?
were genetic experiments happening in Detroit and that was the result?
Respect, I respect you even more now homie! I love the D too, I have so many "white" friends that say the exact same ...and we are able to talk about racial things without fear of someone's feelings getting hurt! They tell me the areas they grew up in and I'm like "you're kidding right?" Brightmoor, Dexter, West Grand, Herman Gardens to name a few but they are all warzones now, says it breaks their hearts riding thru their old neighborhoods! We were some of the 1st blacks to move into the NW side of town in 75 ...I was the only black kid on the block and it wasn't a pleasant experience but I've never let that turn me into a bigot, I judge peeps from there character not their skin color! Detroit being broke effects us all whites and blacks, middle eastern, whatever! Don't count us out though, we will raise up just like the phoenix!
The strategic financial implosion of Detroit was a Federal military operation, operating under the guise of corruption and incompetence. It's part of a much larger National operation and an economic soft kill of the United States of America.
You might want to watch the film Escape from LA again. In escape from LA, someone says to snake, I can't believe you made it out of Detroit. (Words similar.)
That movie was released about 7 years before the civil war hit the streets of Detroit.
First it was escape from New York (9/11), then Detroit (in escape from LA), and then Los Angeles was up next. (as it is reportedly happening today in Needles, CA, LA and elsewhere).
They also mentioned "Escape from" a couple of other places also, in that film. I'm renting it tonight if I can find it on DVD. Mostly curious to see what I missed.
Detroit was a legitimate war. More people died in Detroit than US soldiers in Afghanistan when you total them up. Only Chicago leads death for death against US soldiers. Detroit's murder rate is higher than that of Columbia.
seeingthings
Member
Ha! I watch it all the time. It's a great laugh. If they really run that place like that... Wow!
We like to joke around about going in there some day and causing a scene for no good reason.
I just assume it's a scripted "reality tv" show and watch it as such.
Did you see the one where Les lets a guy take a 40 or $50,000 watch without payment? He then sends in "payment" in the form of 50,000 watch bands worth a dollar each after leaving town! Haha!!!
"Tough Times Don't Last. Tough People Do" (motto from the 'Made in Detroit' label)
Check out the video(s) called; "Detroit Lives" done by Johnny Knoxville (youtube, etc)
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=joMysMDHdb4&desktop_uri=/watch?v=joMysMDHdb4
(not certain how to properly post link?)
Incredible opportunity for creative young people in the D right now.
Don't let the 'ruin porn' and scare-hype dissuade--new life springs from decay. Long story short; What happened in Detroit is what happens when we let industrialists, bankers and billionaires have their way. Detroit was first raped by greed, then punished and ruined for its hand in the U.S. Labor movement--the rich kids had a tantrum over rules and regs insisted upon by the populace, ruined the city and moved their factories (toys to them) first to the burbs, then Toledo/Akron/Gary/etc. then to Mexico, China, Korea etc. All of the horror that followed; the violence, ruin, racism, decay, etc., were all incidentals directly related to the abuses/exploitations caused by the elites. Detroit is merely the first extreme example of what happens when the 1% control, coming soon to a city near you!
I've many stories of my life there, will share over time if you like.
Check out the video(s) called; "Detroit Lives" done by Johnny Knoxville (youtube, etc)
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=joMysMDHdb4&desktop_uri=/watch?v=joMysMDHdb4
(not certain how to properly post link?)
Incredible opportunity for creative young people in the D right now.
Don't let the 'ruin porn' and scare-hype dissuade--new life springs from decay. Long story short; What happened in Detroit is what happens when we let industrialists, bankers and billionaires have their way. Detroit was first raped by greed, then punished and ruined for its hand in the U.S. Labor movement--the rich kids had a tantrum over rules and regs insisted upon by the populace, ruined the city and moved their factories (toys to them) first to the burbs, then Toledo/Akron/Gary/etc. then to Mexico, China, Korea etc. All of the horror that followed; the violence, ruin, racism, decay, etc., were all incidentals directly related to the abuses/exploitations caused by the elites. Detroit is merely the first extreme example of what happens when the 1% control, coming soon to a city near you!
I've many stories of my life there, will share over time if you like.
Our favorite native son DJ chimes in! Nothing makes me more proud of Detroit than knowing such an important part of cannabis history and breeding was germinated here.
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longearedfriend
share away, might make for a fun read
I have been lucky enough to hear lots of DJ's Detroit stories from the past and his take on it since he has been back frequently the last few years. Let em rip DJ, people know you as a wealth of grow knowledge. Show them a piece of who I have gotten to know, DJ the cultural historian!
love to hear some history of the beautiful city
Okay, a little background first (especially for those who know the area).
I was born on West Grand Blvd. and 14th street. I grew up in Inkster, also the Michigan Ave. and Livernois area and the Herman Gardens' area (Southfield fwy & Joy rd.), brief stint toward the end in Taylor/Trenton. I left in '78, but mainly because of the toxic nightmare scenarios nearby (had small kids and the largest illegal dioxin dump in the world was found less than a mile from our project--the entire neighboring subdivision was empty and boarded while I lived there--this was in Taylor, '77-'78).
The late-'50's was an excellent time to be born there as I was able to witness some of the grandeur and beauty of the city before she 'succumbed'. I remember my folks taking me to the Rotunda for an auto show and to see Santa Clause. It burned down in 1962, we could smell the smoke from our house. I feel the most sorry for my parent's and grandparent's generations as they experienced (and helped build) Detroit in its heyday and helplessly witnessed its utter decline since. The tours of the Rouge Plant, especially the steel works (from a catwalk above you got to see, smell and feel the ovens pour tons and tons of molten steel and roll it into plate) I will never forget.
She was a city of industry, the crown-jewel of the industrial revolution.There were over 2 million people living in Detroit in the early '60's, the 4th largest city in America. Now there are about 700,000 people in the city. But that means there is room there for about 1.5 million more people! Beware the residual toxic nightmares though (test the ground, structure, etc. for dangerous stuff before settling). But there is a good life to be had by those willing to work for it, those in it for the long haul. Plenty of affordable, open space and resource just waiting for someone to step in, pick up the pieces and re-build something a bit more worthwhile, neighborly, artistic and lasting. It's happening now. More green space than any other large city in the world--largely due to the fact that two-thirds of the structures have burned, are abandoned and overgrown. Still, incredible community garden opportunities. Work and ingenuity come first, money comes second--move in ready houses for $7k, financed!
There is the whole 'Detroit etiquette' thing to consider. It was, after all, a tough party town (replete with a bevy of aptly named 'party stores'). There was always a party somewhere, the hood, the park or at some regal venue. Basically, people liked to have fun. There were also many hardcore down-and-outers with basically nothing left to lose, but they like to have fun too. I worked for a spell near Corktown and used to get the 'squeeze' winos (they drink the fluid 'squeezed' from Sterno cans) in the park stoned on my lunch break, they were very appreciative.
Assholes were not suffered kindly (example; you didn't hear many car horns honk in Detroit because people who chose to use them too much often suffered an early form of Darwinism). Retribution came unexpectedly swift and with a sort of 'iron-worker' intent, skill and non-chalance. Think; steel. So basically, don't be an asshole and you're way ahead of the game. Michigan Avenue used to be paved with obnoxious drunks pummeled unconscious. It was a very humbling experience. I remember the poor kids who had to move from New York or New Jersey to our hood back in the day. They thought they had to act like bad asses to get by, which would usually backfire on them in some unfortunate and regrettable way. It's that kind of place. Tough had very little to do with how hard you could hit, especially those trying too hard. Tough had everything to do with how hard one could be hit, and it wasn't something to be eager to practice.
'Turf and Shit Talking'. Regional advice; on your turf, in your hood, with your homies or with the visitors there, you get to talk shit. Off your turf, outside of your area, the people there get to talk shit to you first. Once familiarity is achieved, all are on level shit-talking ground. Learn to humble oneself to that respect, and one avoids much undue conflict. In other words, Detroit is not the best place to waltz into trying to be King Shit. Oh the violent (and very unnecessary) woe and misery I've witnessed people suffer in that regard, eesh.
I was born on West Grand Blvd. and 14th street. I grew up in Inkster, also the Michigan Ave. and Livernois area and the Herman Gardens' area (Southfield fwy & Joy rd.), brief stint toward the end in Taylor/Trenton. I left in '78, but mainly because of the toxic nightmare scenarios nearby (had small kids and the largest illegal dioxin dump in the world was found less than a mile from our project--the entire neighboring subdivision was empty and boarded while I lived there--this was in Taylor, '77-'78).
The late-'50's was an excellent time to be born there as I was able to witness some of the grandeur and beauty of the city before she 'succumbed'. I remember my folks taking me to the Rotunda for an auto show and to see Santa Clause. It burned down in 1962, we could smell the smoke from our house. I feel the most sorry for my parent's and grandparent's generations as they experienced (and helped build) Detroit in its heyday and helplessly witnessed its utter decline since. The tours of the Rouge Plant, especially the steel works (from a catwalk above you got to see, smell and feel the ovens pour tons and tons of molten steel and roll it into plate) I will never forget.
She was a city of industry, the crown-jewel of the industrial revolution.There were over 2 million people living in Detroit in the early '60's, the 4th largest city in America. Now there are about 700,000 people in the city. But that means there is room there for about 1.5 million more people! Beware the residual toxic nightmares though (test the ground, structure, etc. for dangerous stuff before settling). But there is a good life to be had by those willing to work for it, those in it for the long haul. Plenty of affordable, open space and resource just waiting for someone to step in, pick up the pieces and re-build something a bit more worthwhile, neighborly, artistic and lasting. It's happening now. More green space than any other large city in the world--largely due to the fact that two-thirds of the structures have burned, are abandoned and overgrown. Still, incredible community garden opportunities. Work and ingenuity come first, money comes second--move in ready houses for $7k, financed!
There is the whole 'Detroit etiquette' thing to consider. It was, after all, a tough party town (replete with a bevy of aptly named 'party stores'). There was always a party somewhere, the hood, the park or at some regal venue. Basically, people liked to have fun. There were also many hardcore down-and-outers with basically nothing left to lose, but they like to have fun too. I worked for a spell near Corktown and used to get the 'squeeze' winos (they drink the fluid 'squeezed' from Sterno cans) in the park stoned on my lunch break, they were very appreciative.
Assholes were not suffered kindly (example; you didn't hear many car horns honk in Detroit because people who chose to use them too much often suffered an early form of Darwinism). Retribution came unexpectedly swift and with a sort of 'iron-worker' intent, skill and non-chalance. Think; steel. So basically, don't be an asshole and you're way ahead of the game. Michigan Avenue used to be paved with obnoxious drunks pummeled unconscious. It was a very humbling experience. I remember the poor kids who had to move from New York or New Jersey to our hood back in the day. They thought they had to act like bad asses to get by, which would usually backfire on them in some unfortunate and regrettable way. It's that kind of place. Tough had very little to do with how hard you could hit, especially those trying too hard. Tough had everything to do with how hard one could be hit, and it wasn't something to be eager to practice.
'Turf and Shit Talking'. Regional advice; on your turf, in your hood, with your homies or with the visitors there, you get to talk shit. Off your turf, outside of your area, the people there get to talk shit to you first. Once familiarity is achieved, all are on level shit-talking ground. Learn to humble oneself to that respect, and one avoids much undue conflict. In other words, Detroit is not the best place to waltz into trying to be King Shit. Oh the violent (and very unnecessary) woe and misery I've witnessed people suffer in that regard, eesh.
Americans use to stand together...
...now we stand divided to shed a few limbs
...now we stand divided to shed a few limbs
Somebody_Else
New member
Thanks for that, DJ. I've only passed through Detroit a couple of times years ago, but I was always blown away by what I saw. The smell of crack, random fires, and potato chips (from the Lays factory) were the only things you could smell anywhere. Cars or homes were burning wherever you went. I never saw anyone of any age with a mouth full of teeth (from all the crack and violence). Dead animals, usually pitbulls, littered the highway. Literally every few hundred feet there'd be a dead dog on the side of the road, I had never seen anything like that before. It was almost heartbreaking to see what had happened to the city compared to what it was at one time. This shining jewel of a city, the showcase of American industrialism and strength, had just crumpled and become a nightmare.
I know I'd never give up on the city I was raised in if the same thing happened there, and I love hearing about all the people still trying to make the best they can of the city. You hear about all the community garden projects to feed the neighborhood and spend time doing something constructive, the folks who teach trades and skills out of there homes to help the younger generation before they're completely forgotten about, neighborhoods banding together to keep each other safe, and more. That city won't go down without a fight, and you get the feeling that in many ways the fight has just started.
I know I'd never give up on the city I was raised in if the same thing happened there, and I love hearing about all the people still trying to make the best they can of the city. You hear about all the community garden projects to feed the neighborhood and spend time doing something constructive, the folks who teach trades and skills out of there homes to help the younger generation before they're completely forgotten about, neighborhoods banding together to keep each other safe, and more. That city won't go down without a fight, and you get the feeling that in many ways the fight has just started.
No sh*t. I've probably seen 3-4 in the past few months, always on 94, always westbound out of the city. Usually around Michigan Ave.
Pretty f*cking disturbing.
The 'Cleaning' of the Blast Furnaces at the Rouge Plant
DJ Short 2013
This memory has been on my mind a while now. Tried to research it but found nothing specific. I think the phenomenon may have been illegal, therefore info may be scarce. I like the muse here, so here you go.
First off, growing up I was totally into nature, probably due to its contrast with the industry I was surrounded by. I loathed the overwhelming development around me and hated to see things like favorite trees being removed. I found solace at the park or the lake, any vacant lot with trees and bramble would do. Going fishing, climbing trees (people rarely look up!) or catching snakes, bugs and frogs were my primary activities as a child.
But there was a phenomenon I'd witnessed on at least three occasions that were literally burned into my young memory forever; the cleaning of the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant. It was always at night, usually started after dark. The first time, I was about five or six years old. I was up in a Maple tree, just hanging out after sundown, when the horizon set ablaze. Bright red/orange at first, but it grew to an almost arc white. This was shortly after the Cuban missile crisis and I remember running into the house screaming something about 'the bomb'. My dad calmed me down and told me that those were the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant being cleaned.
A few years later (this seemed to happen at least once every three to five years), my dad took me to witness the phenomenon up closer. We drove somewhere I think around Schaefer and Greenfield, maybe Dix (side note: there is a strip club on Dix called 'Chicks on Dix', always have to lol driving by there), near some rail spurs that afforded an open view. There were other people there, making a party out of it. You could hear, feel, smell and somewhat see that the ovens were 'active', lots of steam and smoke rising, and the heat radiating from the area grew in intensity. Occasionally a feeder door, or something, would open toward the bottom blowing massive flame and spark. They had the sucker cranked to '11' and you could tell. We were at least a half-mile away, maybe more.
Eventually, the whole oven area started to glow red/orange/yellow and the radiant heat was undeniable. Finally, a few hours after we got there, the whole thing, huge doors atop, seemed to just open up to the sky and somehow tip to the side releasing what can only be described as an orgasmic ejaculate straight from the depths of Hell! It was arc-metal bright, you couldn't look directly at it--too bright--had to look away as everything glowed brighter than daylight, much. Hot too, in that uncomfortably singeing way. Sparks like never seen before, billions of slag sparks, like a plague of fireflies chaotically scattered, arching, brilliant. There was what seemed a lake of white-hot molten metal (or slag?) that just cascaded out of the damned thing, unbelievable, onto what seemed the ground, throwing more sparks wherever it went and a huge cloud of smoke/steam. The ejaculate purge lasted about ten to twenty minutes or so as the glow faded and things returned to 'normal'.
After the initial awe I heard comments like; "thought they weren't supposed to do that anymore", or, "they got away with it again". Testimony to the fact that Detroit was a place where it was much easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Often, even the asking of forgiveness was moot as there wasn't enough infrastructure to enforce code (or there's enough money to turn certain pigs blind).
Somewhere there must be photos, though I could not find any. It was never in the paper or on the news. My dad must have known by word of mouth. I do not know exactly what took place there. Some say; 'cleaning the ovens', have also heard something about 'replacing the core', or 'walls' and 'full blow out' mentioned, also possibly something to do with the making of coke (charcoal). It would be interesting to know. This was sometime in the mid-late '60's. Like I mentioned, I was never a big fan of industry growing up, mainly because of the negative effect it seemed to have on the nature I loved so much. But I will say this, what we are capable of doing together as human beings is truly awe inspiring. Perhaps this is why I've such high hopes for places like Detroit. As for the 'cleaning' of the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant, I've never seen anything like it since, not even at burningman! Amazing.
DJ Short 2013
This memory has been on my mind a while now. Tried to research it but found nothing specific. I think the phenomenon may have been illegal, therefore info may be scarce. I like the muse here, so here you go.
First off, growing up I was totally into nature, probably due to its contrast with the industry I was surrounded by. I loathed the overwhelming development around me and hated to see things like favorite trees being removed. I found solace at the park or the lake, any vacant lot with trees and bramble would do. Going fishing, climbing trees (people rarely look up!) or catching snakes, bugs and frogs were my primary activities as a child.
But there was a phenomenon I'd witnessed on at least three occasions that were literally burned into my young memory forever; the cleaning of the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant. It was always at night, usually started after dark. The first time, I was about five or six years old. I was up in a Maple tree, just hanging out after sundown, when the horizon set ablaze. Bright red/orange at first, but it grew to an almost arc white. This was shortly after the Cuban missile crisis and I remember running into the house screaming something about 'the bomb'. My dad calmed me down and told me that those were the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant being cleaned.
A few years later (this seemed to happen at least once every three to five years), my dad took me to witness the phenomenon up closer. We drove somewhere I think around Schaefer and Greenfield, maybe Dix (side note: there is a strip club on Dix called 'Chicks on Dix', always have to lol driving by there), near some rail spurs that afforded an open view. There were other people there, making a party out of it. You could hear, feel, smell and somewhat see that the ovens were 'active', lots of steam and smoke rising, and the heat radiating from the area grew in intensity. Occasionally a feeder door, or something, would open toward the bottom blowing massive flame and spark. They had the sucker cranked to '11' and you could tell. We were at least a half-mile away, maybe more.
Eventually, the whole oven area started to glow red/orange/yellow and the radiant heat was undeniable. Finally, a few hours after we got there, the whole thing, huge doors atop, seemed to just open up to the sky and somehow tip to the side releasing what can only be described as an orgasmic ejaculate straight from the depths of Hell! It was arc-metal bright, you couldn't look directly at it--too bright--had to look away as everything glowed brighter than daylight, much. Hot too, in that uncomfortably singeing way. Sparks like never seen before, billions of slag sparks, like a plague of fireflies chaotically scattered, arching, brilliant. There was what seemed a lake of white-hot molten metal (or slag?) that just cascaded out of the damned thing, unbelievable, onto what seemed the ground, throwing more sparks wherever it went and a huge cloud of smoke/steam. The ejaculate purge lasted about ten to twenty minutes or so as the glow faded and things returned to 'normal'.
After the initial awe I heard comments like; "thought they weren't supposed to do that anymore", or, "they got away with it again". Testimony to the fact that Detroit was a place where it was much easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Often, even the asking of forgiveness was moot as there wasn't enough infrastructure to enforce code (or there's enough money to turn certain pigs blind).
Somewhere there must be photos, though I could not find any. It was never in the paper or on the news. My dad must have known by word of mouth. I do not know exactly what took place there. Some say; 'cleaning the ovens', have also heard something about 'replacing the core', or 'walls' and 'full blow out' mentioned, also possibly something to do with the making of coke (charcoal). It would be interesting to know. This was sometime in the mid-late '60's. Like I mentioned, I was never a big fan of industry growing up, mainly because of the negative effect it seemed to have on the nature I loved so much. But I will say this, what we are capable of doing together as human beings is truly awe inspiring. Perhaps this is why I've such high hopes for places like Detroit. As for the 'cleaning' of the blast furnaces at the Rouge Plant, I've never seen anything like it since, not even at burningman! Amazing.
