No, no, no — Detroit’s doing fine, Detroit’s doing great!!! Why would you even THINK such a thing?
The Detroit News, one of two daily papers left in a city that has been devastated by the decline of the automobile industry, will very likely go out of business this year. And after 40 years of Democrat control of the City, the average home values in Detroit is today get this — $7,500 per home.
You can’t even buy a car made in Detroit for $7,500.
But the job prospects in Detroit– why, they’re just booming, literally booming. Just look at this guy — he’s doing a land-office business.
When selecting the best raccoon carcass for the special holiday roast, both the connoisseur and the curious should remember this simple guideline: Look for the paw. “The paw is old school,” says Glemie Dean Beasley, a Detroit raccoon hunter and meat salesman. “It lets the customers know it’s not a cat or dog.”
Beasley, a 69-year-old retired truck driver who modestly refers to himself as the Coon Man, supplements his Social Security check with the sale of raccoon carcasses that go for as much $12 and can serve up to four. The pelts, too, are good for coats and hats and fetch up to $10 a hide.
“Starvation is cheap,” he says as he prepares an afternoon lunch of barbecue coon and red pop at his west side home.
His little Cape Cod is an urban Appalachia of coon dogs and funny smells. The interior paint has the faded sepia tones of an old man’s teeth; the wallpaper is as flaky and dry as an old woman’s hand. Beasley peers out his living room window. A sushi cooking show plays on the television. The neighborhood outside is a wreck of ruined houses and weedy lots. “Today people got no skill and things is getting worse,” he laments. “What people gonna do? They gonna eat each other up is what they gonna do.”
Hunting is prohibited within Detroit city limits and Beasley insists he does not do so. Still, he says that life in the city has gone so retrograde that he could easily feed himself with the wildlife in his backyard, which abuts an old cement factory. Beasley refuses to disclose his hunting grounds.
Detroit was once home to nearly 2 million people but has shrunk to a population of perhaps less than 900,000. It is estimated that a city the size of San Francisco could fit neatly within its empty lots. As nature abhors a vacuum, wildlife has moved in.
A beaver was spotted recently in the Detroit River. Wild fox skulk the 15th hole at the Palmer Park golf course. There is bald eagle, hawk and falcon that roam the city skies. Wild Turkeys roam the grasses. A coyote was snared two years ago roaming the Federal Court House downtown. And Beasley keeps a gaze of skinned coon in the freezer.
Someone stole his pickup truck and then someone killed his best dog. “I knowed some hard times,” Beasley says. “But a man’s got to know how to get hisself through them hard times. Part of that is eating right.”
And yet the citizens of Detroit keep voting in the government leaders who tolerate this, who allow this, who encourage this destruction of a city that was once home to two million people.
Makes absolutely no sense to me.