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Lived just north of 8 mile, remember the smoke, the choppers, armored vehicles going down the street, and my neighbors on their porches with shotguns. Strange time, remember the busing issue where they talked of busing suburban kids into the city and vice versa...damn near started another riot...(a suburban one). My parents knew a Detroit I never experienced. After '67 they rarely took us downtown.

The race-pimps will NEVER allow racial harmony, for them, the instigating media, and the democratic party......it's bad for business.

I lived at 12 mile and we were scared enough. After ‘67, the Detroit leaders (as incompetent as the present President) tried to put a smiley face recovery package and concept called “Renaissance” so they built the Renaissance Center. A lot that helped!

We would attend Detroit Symphony Orchestra performances, go to a Tigers, Lions Red Wing game. Enjoy the event and get the hell ouit of the downtown area as soon as possible. The ONLY reason to go downtown might have been to eat at Greek town...and then get outta there!!!!

Funny thing. I visited Israel and for as much as the media play it up as a war zone, I was 100% safer at 2 AM in the streets of Tel Aviv than in Detroit. I was amazed to see people window shopping, eating is restaurants, old people playing checkers with their grandchildren in a central square and of course, armed soldiers on leave. What a contrast! Safer in Tel Aviv than Detroit. I said to my friend, “These people are not normal, what are they doing out at this hour”???? As it turns out, it was me, a Detroiter who was used to abnormal living conditions...

Pathetic, really but can you blame folks for not wanting to go there. It was a mess in 1968 until today and now...it's even worse, hard to believe.

I forgot about the impending busing issue. I lived about a block from my junior high ( I lived inside of Southfield and 6 Mile) and was going to be bused miles away. There was also a teacher strike in the fall of 67 related to the busing issue if I remember correctly. We left Detroit in February of 1968 and have been back very rarely. You’re right, my parents also got to experience a Detroit that does not exist.