The Kidnapped Children of Detroit

It happened suddenly. One day, we’d be outside with our friends, black, brown, and white, on the warm summer days before the start of the next school semester, playing jacks and hopscotch, riding bikes. The next day, our white friends would be gone.

2016-08-20T09:31:35+00:00 March 10th, 2015|

The Slumlords We Love

Ken bursts through the front door of the Bel-Aire office wielding a can of wasp spray. The woman who ran in just before Ken is, to understate matters, distressed, and both are screaming at each other.

2015-01-28T10:21:35+00:00 October 27th, 2014|