As promised, here’s my follow up to my post on Toby Barlow’s “‘Detroit,” Meet Detroit,’ this time focusing on Rabbi Jason Miller’s response to the Barlow piece. It’s important to preface that according to Barlow himself, speaking on today’s Craig Fahle Show,* he thinks he & Miller are more or less on the same page.
Miller almost immediately gets off on the wrong foot with me:
Whether Barlow realizes it or not, through his words he has brought the late Mayor Coleman A. Young back to life. Or at least the former mayor’s sentiment. In his twenty years in office, Mayor Young successfully drew a sharp divide between the residents of the City of Detroit and the suburbanites. The race riots of the late 1960s forced middle class whites to flee the city, but it was Mayor Young who kept them away. The polarizing mayor made the Eight Mile border a dividing landmark between the races.
Ahh, yes, the myth of mean old scary Coleman Young who hated Whitey. White people were scared of Coleman Young, and in retrospect he created a PR disaster for the city, but he was no more responsible for its downward spiral than was Detroit’s white-dominated establishment that picked up and moved en masse. No mention at all of the executives at all the auto suppliers & ancillary industries who moved their headquarters and factories out of the city, nor of suburban officials like L. Brooks Patterson who race-baited just as gleefully. There are a lot of older white people who love to perpetuate the myth that it was all Young’s fault because he was a convenient scapegoat and it absolved them of responsibility. It’s just depressing that well-intentioned people like Rabbi Miller are continuing to buy it and repeat it.
Then there’s the misty-eyed tale of exodus in response to mean old Mayor Young:
Both of my parents grew up in Detroit. They both graduated from Mumford High. Their families left the city, but not because the big homes with big yards in the suburbs were so appealing. They left the city because the city was changing for the worse. They left reluctantly, but who wouldn’t?… I sat with my parents last year as we watched the stage production of Palmer Park, which accurately portrayed the tense race relations in that Detroit neighborhood in 1967. My parents had tears in their eyes (and so did every other native Detroiter of their generation who sat in the theater) because this production brought back the emotionally jarring, difficult times of that period.
My grandparents’ generation didn’t turn their backs on the City of Detroit. They continued to work in the city and support its culture. They were saddened that they had to move out because they didn’t have a choice.
Oh, please. Your grandparents’ generation — and by that I mean the white people of their generation — left when it was convenient to them to do so. Mind you, they didn’t owe the city anything and were free to leave when they wanted. If I’d been a homeowner in, say, Brightmoor, I would have thrown in the towel sooner or later too. But let’s drop this pretense that “they didn’t have a choice,” that they were hapless victims.
The people who are paving the way for this renaissance do not live in the city. Yes, these business people are working hard to get young talent to move to Detroit and live affordably in Midtown or Downtown with attractive stipends. But at the end of the day these executives are driving back north to their homes in the suburbs.
Now, this is true. Metro Detroit’s elites have shelled out tons of money to the city and have for decades; that’s the only way the DSO, the Michigan Opera Theater, the DIA have stayed afloat. What they don’t do is live in the city, and there is a simple reason for that: there is no reputational cachet in a Detroit address for rich people. There never will be, until there emerges some tiny enclave in Detroit that is prohibitively expensive. Even the most expensive addresses in Detroit — in Palmer Woods and some of the new developments in downtown and Midtown — are simply not pricy enough yet to provide the necessary cue. Rich people choose to live in places that signal exclusivity; for that reason, the rich will continue to cluster in a few pockets of central Oakland County, the Grosse Pointes, and, increasingly, Ann Arbor. Detroiters are never going to get most of these status-conscious capitalists to move to the city, but they’d be imbeciles to turn down the money they are shelling out.
Some of Miller’s talking points make a lot of sense:
Even if the majority of employees who work in Detroit head back home north of Eight Mile at the end of the day, Barlow should be grateful to them. They’re paying income taxes to the City of Detroit where he lives but doesn’t work (a simple Internet search shows that Barlow works for an organization that is based in Dearborn, not within the city limits)…
The City of Detroit is 144 square miles of land that is too big to manage… The old mentality that the City of Detroit doesn’t need or want white suburbanites coming into to “our City” is unfortunately still alive and well (just ask business leaders how difficult it is for them to get city contracts).
Others are such ingrained, oft-repeated conventional wisdom one wonders why Miller bothered to recite them:
For many energetic young people like Barlow Detroit seems like a euphoric metropolis now, but will they continue to reside Downtown when their kids are ready for school? The fact is that Detroit still has a high crime rate. How will that impact these enthusiastic Detroiters’ decision to stay put as their kids get older?
And then there’s the lecture on the great things that have come from the suburban shopping mall:
In his article, Barlow cynically writes that it’s great that suburbanites might know the Faygo song but they probably don’t know about “the College of Creative Studies’ massively incredible new Taubman Center.” Hold on one second. How does Barlow think the CCS got that massively incredible new Taubman Center? Let me explain. From the generosity of Al Taubman. And I wonder if Barlow knows where Mr. Taubman got the money to support such a center that he finds to be massively incredible? He made that money owning malls. Big malls. In suburbs. In fact, since Novi is the first suburban city (of many) Barlow condescendingly mentions in his article, it’s ironic that without Twelve Oaks, the massively incredible mall that Taubman built in Novi, there probably wouldn’t be a Taubman Center at the CCS in Detroit. Barlow writes, “Nothing good ever came out of suburbia.” Perhaps he wants to rethink that one.
I’m thinking, no, he probably doesn’t. I would not cite enormous shopping malls as one of the key examples of the great things that have come out of suburbia.
And then he concludes by scolding Barlow for his alleged ingratitude:
Rather than criticizing the suburbanites who choose to stay in their suburban homes, Barlow would make more sense if he thanked the suburbanites who work in the City of Detroit and come to the city for sports events, casinos, dining, and entertainment. It’s the money coming from the suburbs that’s going to spur the renaissance for the City of Detroit. No matter how much grocery shopping and dry cleaning Barlow does in the city, suburbanites like Dan Gilbert and Peter Karmanos are the ones turning the city around. And even if they head north on the Lodge Freeway to go home after work each day, they are Detroiters. And so am I.
Well, you are & you aren’t. As Supergay Detroit explained, you don’t have to put up with the bullshit — the crime, slovenliness, the shitty public services — from other Detroiters like residential Detroiters do. And you aren’t shoveling the same amount of tax dollars into the ravenous abyss, never to be seen again, the way (employed) full-time Detroiters do. (I’m not going to lie, I pay a lot more in property taxes in Ann Arbor, but I feel better about how my money will be spent than I did when I paid City of Detroit income tax. The buses run on time here.) So I have to agree with Toby & Supergay that residential Detroiters have a certain earned cachet. They have certified their ability to put up with the plethora of inconveniences of living in Detroit in a way that people on the outside haven’t, a certification of fortitude (if not necessarily financial savvy).
I have mixed feelings about piling on to this increasingly tired argument. Innumerable commenters on innumerable posts on Detroityes.com have wasted innumerable hours circling one another, pointing fingers and flinging accusations, and all it does is continue to cement the region’s image as dysfunctional, insular, petty, and racist. Now metro Detroit’s passion for assigning blame been broadcast nationally via the HuffingtonPost. There are some nice things about living in Southeast Michigan, but the litigation of Barlow v. Miller (aka Young v. Whitey) has reminded me how this region disgusts me sometimes.
*In which Craig Fahle also, somewhat randomly, flips out on Rabbi Miller at one point, when the latter insinuates that a building he passed was a crack house. I’m always amused by such outbursts from Craig. Hot-tempered, that one.