A LETTER TO JACQUELINE IBD

Sinopse

DetroitâÇÖs Dumbarton street and the surrounding areas of Grand River in the early 1960s was largelyworking-class neighborhoods made up of a mix of African American and white residents. The area was known for its outlets, restaurants, markets, barber and beauty shops,áindustrial and manufacturing plants and of course, the Motown Sound. Many people traveled from the south to work in DetroitâÇÖs auto industry. It was a modeled city for the rest of the United States and once considered as a potential host for the 1968áSummer Olympic. The city eventually lost itâÇÖs final bid to Mexico City.During this time, the civil rights movement began to catch momentum, and Detroit became the center of activism and protest. The city had experienced significant racial tensions, particularly in the late 1960s, with a rebellion brewing in 1967. Grand River was not immune to these racial tensions, and there were reports of extreme violence and uncertainty in the surrounding neighborhoods and beyond.In addition to the social injustices and political unrest of the time, the neighborhoods faced other challenges. The manufacturing industry was beginning to decline, and many jobs were being lost. This led to economic hardship and a decline in the quality of life for many residents. White Flight was the term used when white families and good paying jobs moved from Detroit into the suburbs, leaving parts of the city financially strained.Overall, life on Dumbarton and the surrounding areas during the 1960s was complicated and oppressive, with social, economic, political issues and housing discrimination impacting the daily lives of residents. Dumbarton street had a name change on September 28th, 1991. The street is now called, Heritage Placein honor of DetroitâÇÖs diverse population and cultural history.In 1972 my family also moved from the west side to the northwest side ofáthe city. In some cases, life had gotten worse before it finally got better. For a moment in time, it was now my generationâÇÖs turn to face some of the hatred that my great grandparents, my grandparents and even my parents faced.