Detroit Quotes
Detroit: An American Autopsy
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“Go ahead and laugh at Detroit. Because you are laughing at yourself.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“But wanderlust is like a pretty girl - you wake up one morning, find she's grown old and decide that either you're going to commit your life or you're going to walk away.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“What our generation failed to learn was the nobility of work. An honest day's labor. The worthiness of the man in the white socks who would pull out a picture of his grandkids from his wallet. For us, the factory would never do. And turning away from our birthright - our grandfather in the white socks - is the thing that ruined us.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Some people are doomed from birth because their environment is so toxic.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“And then I settled into the most natural thing for a man with no real talents.
Journalism.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
Journalism.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“The only difference between Detroit and the Third World in terms of corruption is Detroit don't have no goats in the streets.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“And it is awful here, there is no other way to say it. But I believe that Detroit is America’s city. It was the vanguard of our way up, just as it is the vanguard of our way down. And one hopes the vanguard of our way up again. Detroit is Pax Americana...America’s way of life was built here.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“The people in Detroit are poor, but most of them are good. There are things going on here beyond an ordinary person's control. These people are hungry and they have no job. No possibility of a job. They're stuck here.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“I was shown mold, leaking pipes, exposed asbestos insulation, broken toilets, cracked floors, malfunctioning heating units, feces bubbling up from the sewer pipes in the basements. I had seen better government buildings in the slums of Tijuana. Neven and the boys from 23 told me it was bad but what I was seeing was worse than the Baghdad fire department, which actually got more than one hundred fifty million dollars from the United States government, while Detroit got zero.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“I am a reporter, a leech, a merchant of misery. Bad things are good for us reporters. We are body collectors of sorts.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“What our generation failed to learn was the nobility of work. An honest day’s labor. The worthiness of the man in the white socks who would pull out a picture of his grandkids from his wallet. For us, the factory would never do. And turning away from our birthright—our grandfather in the white socks—is the thing that ruined us.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Oh yeah? Go fuck yourself.
He hung up.
I called back ten minutes later, thinking it was an appropriate amount of time to have gone and fucked oneself.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
He hung up.
I called back ten minutes later, thinking it was an appropriate amount of time to have gone and fucked oneself.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Children are dying in this city because they're too fucking poor to keep warm. Put that in your fucking notebook.
I put it in my fucking notebook.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
I put it in my fucking notebook.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“He don't read. You know he doesn’t have a book in his office? Not a fucking book in the shelves. Ain’t that some shit? (Adolph Mongo speaking of Kwame Kilpatrick)”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“I learned that when one of them dies, the Irish comes out of the rest of them whether they are Irish or not. A firefighter is Irish by culture even if he is a black man, and there were plenty of them here. The firehouse is one of the few places in Detroit that is integrated at all. The blacks run the department, but its soul will always be Irish.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“The timing of Moroun’s hat giveaway stunt was as unfortunate as the selection of hats themselves. They were not your run-of-the-mill knitwear; they were, in fact, ski masks. The type gunmen use to stick up liquor stores.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“We are born to a time. What you do with it is on you. Do the best you can. Try to be good. And live.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“He understood that everybody’s somebody to someone. He”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“The city belongs to the black man. The white man was a convenient target until there were no white men left in Detroit. What used to be black and white is now gray. Whites got the suburbs and everything else. The black machine’s got the city and the black machine’s at war with itself. The spoils go to the one who understands that.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“In Detroit, we all talked the race game. It is a way of life.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams. But fighters do what they do best when they’ve”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“that ideal had become as ossified as the statue of Benjamin Franklin up there. From New York to Los Angeles, American newspapers were yellow and stale before they even came off the press. Dog-beaten by a dwindling readership, financial losses and partisan attacks, editors had stripped them of their personality in an attempt to offend no one. And so there was no more reason to read them. Safety before Truth. Grammar over Guts. Winners before Losers. My eyes traveled down from Franklin to the iron sconces above the entrance.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“What galleries and museums have to do with a dead man is beyond me. Writing about shit like that in the city we were living in seemed equal to writing about the surf conditions while reporting in the Gaza Strip.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“But these things are not supposed to be news. These things are supposed to be normal. And when normal things become the news, the abnormal becomes the norm. And when that happens, you might as well put a fork in it. What galleries and museums have to do”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Anyway, you now owe $117,500 on the house. After that five years, once the house gets 90 percent loan-to-value—that means you’re getting close to getting underwater—the bank ‘recasts’ the loan and now flips you to a full am, which means you pay an old-fashioned mortgage, which is principal plus interest on $117,000. You now have a thirty-year loan at 7 percent. Plus you have to buy the mortgage insurance because you don’t have anything down, which puts you somewhere at $900 a month. Your payments have more than tripled overnight. A $200,000 house is now costing you $1,800 a month and we both know the guy was never making that kind of money.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Desperation, she said, feels like someone's reaching down your throat and ripping out your guts.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“People in uniform will tell you that no one life is more important than another. The lives of a white cop, a black fireman, a minister and a drug addict all have equal value. But the presumption is that if a person in uniform is killed with impunity, if such a killer is allowed to run free, then no regular citizen is safe. So for the sake of civil order, when a person in uniform is murdered, heads must get knocked, doors must be kicked in and every available cop is put to the task.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“He called himself her pimp, except for the fact, he said, that he didn't like standing in the night air.”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
“Where was the police? Where was anybody?”
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
― Detroit: An American Autopsy
