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A Light on 7 Mile For James Meetze My stepfather told us stories about his wedding in 1967 when he lived at the edge of Detroit and as curfews hit one could see flashes of light on the horizon from building fires, rioting.
I still see the burn marks on abandoned stores in Highland Park and remember Hudson's Christmas window displays before the rubble... the moving figures, strings of lights in red, green, gold.
That foggy Fourth of July in 1977 on the top of the Penobscot Building, my Dad lifting me on his shoulders to see the fireworks on Windsor's side--
and now city schools are fire bombed, wastelands of books and term papers blown by wind, stuck to rusty chain linked fences.
A voice for justice crying for equality snuffed out, forgotten wandering 7 Mile and Woodward
But on November 5, 2008 the words of Martin Luther King rose their light over 7 Mile, a circle moving outward:
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up...
Now is the time... Now is the time...
Also from Heather Ann Schmidt: Cranbrook Upon Observing Virgin and Child on the Crescent Moon (c.1480) at the DIA
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