The exact same can be said for the second largest overwhelmingly black city outside of Africa -- Port Au Prince, Haiti. The results speak for themselves.
The current attitude in Detroit worked fine until the auto companies realized they could move the factories outside the US and be even more profitable. And the stupid unions saw this, yet demanded ever-higher wages and pensions. Eventually, economic forces cause even the most immobile of resources (e.g., an auto factory) to move. Detroit has no one to blame but themselves and I sure as hell don’t want a dime of my federal dollars to go into that hell hole.
Or South Africa or Zimbabwe where all the whites are on the run - the jobs are going with them, but that’s okay. The feudal warlords still want our money no matter the continent - the people are and always will be the pawns, willing or not. I live in Michigan and would resent highly that my 4% state income tax is raised one penny to bail out Detroit. They are unrepentant marxists/enablers running that place who have no desire to reform anything except the cry babies like me who are being so selfish with my own money.
It's been that way in Haiti for a long time. I was in PAP in 1952 courtesy Uncle Sam and got my 18-year-old eyes opened wide.
I was on mess cook duty then and had to unload the garbage to a bumboat which showed up after every meal. The garbage was clean in that it was fresh scrapings from each guy's plate. We had fried checken one afternoon and after I loaded the cannister to be dumped, I turned around to lower it below deck.
A buddy next to me says, "Geez, man, look at that." The two guys in the bum boat were rummaging through the scraps, one guy seizing a piece of chicken bone and chowing down like there was no tomorrow. The other guy was licking the wrappers that came with those individual slices of Neopolitan ice cream we had every day.
Our boat's electricians had a monthly dungaree allowance as theirs always were eaten up with battery acid - literally rags. They went ashore and traded them to the locals for mahogancy jewel/cigar boxes. They went crazy over what we considered wiping rags.
I grew up in NYC and thought I had seen poor people, but the poorest were middle class compared to those poor people. It never got better, no much how they were helped. Even then I was a student of history and couldn't believe how little they had bettered themselve since Independence in 1804.