When you look back on how the ’67 riot got started, it almost seems silly—the pigs busted up another party, so what? But many of us young people, we were just filled with anger. Justifiable rage. We were over-policed and underemployed. Our young men were being shipped across oceans, the first time most of them had ever been outside of Detroit, and because they didn’t have any other viable options they were fighting on the front lines of a war nobody could explain.
