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Let's tell Time who's saving Detroit
By ROCHELLE RILEY
FREE PRESS COLUMNIST
Oct. 11, 2009
When I asked the question, I knew I would get mail.
But I had no idea just how much mail.
It has been pouring in since I wrote that Time magazine, as part of its inaugural package on Detroit's past and future, had featured a photograph of eight people that Time called The Committee to Save Detroit.
My simple question was this: Why were there no black men in the photograph?
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I wasn't asking the question because I thought a token black man was necessary, but because half of Detroit's population comprises black men who are either largely responsible for -- or working to solve many of the city's problems. Knowing this, how could any committee seen as vital to helping Mayor Dave Bing save Motown, be void of black men?
Well, many, many people wondered the same. Included in many of the more than 1,000 e-mails sent in response to the question are the names of people you felt should have been in the picture. The list is too long to print. But in an upcoming column, based on your responses, I'll present the Committee that Detroiters Believe Will Save Detroit.
In anticipation, let me make clear: Time couldn’t take the picture at Ford Field. Everybody couldn't be in it. Everybody won't be on the upcoming list, either.
But after analyzing the names and going through the digital version of my own Rolodex, a clear pattern emerged about people who were conspicuous by their absence from the Time photo.
For instance, the photo included no spiritual leaders – not one minister. In a city that has as many churches as Detroit, is that possible?
The photo included no young people. The average age of those in the photo was 54 years, seven months. So where was Detroit’s next generation?
The photo included no white women. Was the late Maryann Mahaffey really the only representative of that group fighting to save the city?
And the photo included only one elected official: L. Brooks Patterson, the effective but divisive executive of neighboring Oakland County.
Some respondents were livid that Patterson was included, saying that he "hates Detroit" or would shut the city down if he could. But here's the thing, and it's about time that we started dealing with it: Detroit can no longer try to be an island, separate and apart from its suburbs and the rest of the state. Look at Patterson's inclusion as a symbol. Detroit will not survive without becoming an integral part of a region that must work together to survive. So whether it’s Patterson or someone else -- such as a representative from the fast-growing Macomb County -- Detroit has got to get over the "ours" and "theirs," insider-outsider thing.
Oh, there were naysayers among the respondents, a few dozen, to whom I wrote replies that began: "Hi. I've been expecting you ... " Their notes were based on the misguided belief that I felt that no white people should have been in the picture. Not what I wrote. Not what I believe. Or they sent the e-mail they keep for any time I begin a conversation about race, as if every discussion about what divides us most in Detroit is a negative event.
Folks, we're going to have the conversation, whether we do it ourselves in our own kitchen or on a national stage set by Time Inc.
The point of the photograph was that it represented those leading us to a New Detroit. The point of my question was: Can that future happen without any black men rising and taking a stand with Mayor Bing?
So keeping everything in perspective and all caveats in mind, please keep the names coming! Be thoughtful. Be respectful. And be truthful. If your Uncle Henry is doing great things on your street, I want to hear about him, possibly write about him. Detroit won't survive with him and others like him. But what I’m asking is who you see as a city leader, one of those standing at the front of the room, the front of the march, the front of the church, the front of the storm.
You’ve got until 9 a.m. sharp Wednesday morning to let me know!