In his Autobiography, Malcolm X titled the chapter on his Lansing years “Nightmare.” In 1931, when Malcolm was six, his father was fatally struck by a streetcar.
Marie’s Golden Cue, on the corner of Montrose and Troy, endures in a 1930s deco storefront with glossy white terra cotta tiles. The phrase: "Cue Stick Repair Shop, Professional Workmanship," appears on the picture window.
Most of the time when I mention Gordon Square in a conversation, people don’t know what I’m talking about – which is disappointing. “It’s around West 65th and Detroit,” I tell them.
Many from the Midwest have relocated for one reason or another, but many have never fully acclimated to their new home away from home. These profiles tell the story of Rust Belt refugees.
For me, the details surfaced Sunday morning, over coffee, nearly eighteen hours after it happened: Twelve-year-old boy Tamir Rice shot dead by a Cleveland police officer at Cudell Recreation Center Saturday, November 22, 2014, at 3:30 in the afternoon.
This reminds me of when I moved back to Cleveland [...]
Great article. But I think the final argument you cite [...]
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