Urban Vignettes Week 8: Diversity is Diverse

I think that when people think of diversity, in America at least, most people point out the colors of our skin, or the languages that we speak. True, that's a part of it. But I'm not here today to talk about that. I think I touched a little on Detroit's racial composition in the first weeks, and the difference in the suburbs of Detroit. But today I want to think differently: Detroit as a city of diverse places/spaces and economic structures. 

Eastern Market on Flower Day

When I think of economic diversity (or dichotomy) in Detroit, I think of the paleterias ambulantes in Southwest Detroit contrasted with the soaring towers of the auto industry in the Renaissance Center in the heart of Downtown Detroit. What comes to mind are the stark difference between a Meijer or Kroger (major supermarket chains) and the authenticity and rawness of the Eastern Market. 

Packard Plant Spring 2012

When I think of diversity of spaces, I think of our well tended River Walk, and our deserted, overgrown playgrounds. I envision our blocks upon blocks of abandoned lots, where houses once stood, contrasted by our many historic districts. I think of the fires that constantly plague the poorest districts in town as abandoned houses are burned out of desperation, accidental fires in homes of the poor or crumbling homes and industrial buildings. While only a few blocks away are thriving neighborhoods with new developments. 

Smoke from a House Fire

I think of the spaces that are polished and kept afloat with money, and the others that are surviving on the hard work and determination of neighbors.

Skillman Foundation Office Building

A Brightmoor Community Garden & Salvaged Garage

Detroit is diverse in venues - you can go see a world class opera or orchestra performance in a hall with impeccable acoustics, or go to something like the Detroit Night Market, which operates out of the backs of moving trucks in an abandoned field.

Detroit Night Market 2012

There is no end to the possibilities that Detroit can offer. You can live in a burned out home that you've restored. You could live in a mansion owned by a former world-renowned record label owner. 

Burned Home in Corktown

The Motown Mansion

The fact is, we live in Detroit. This is the home to people, businesses, and spaces that are as diverse as our population is numerous. We are all different, and yet, we all live here together.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri, Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 7: Signs

Signs of Another Reality

When I look at the signs that I pass on a regular basis, it initiates a train of thought about the dynamics of politics, social structures, and economics in Detroit. 

Let's start with the following signs:

The first on the top left is between two thriving neighborhoods: Mexican Town and Corktown. The idea of a car that cost $10,000+ at some point being sold at 1% of its value or less is strange - the disposable nature of such a core part of our economy in the US, and especially Michigan, is ironic. Is our economy also disposable?

The large picture is of a construction sign that appears temporary, but has been present for nearly half of my life. The Detroit International Bridge Company has been "working" on a project with the Michigan Department of Transportation to alleviate bridge traffic and decrease truck traffic in the neighborhoods, but they did not live up to their end of the bargain. This led to the two executives of the company to be jailed for a night, and at least part of the project was completed quickly thereafter. The Ambassador Bridge is the property of Manuel J. Moroun, a Detroit suburban billionaire who owns a trucking empire, It is one of only two privately owned bridges along the United States’ entire northern border and by far the most economically significant privately owned bridge in the nation. It makes me question who really controls the economic culture of the largest city in Michigan.

The middle left reflects the growing culture in Detroit of growing our own food to combat the issues of being a "food desert" - fresh fruit and vegetables are hard to come by. Urban agriculture has been a way of taking ownership of health and food in a city once listed as the fattest in the United States. Growing our own food has been a way to reclaim land, and our health.

Lowest on the left: this type of sign is seen all over Detroit. I think of it as larger than just the building: Detroit is for sale and can be built to suit the needs of a family, business, or community. In Detroit, the only real limits for the future are your imagination.

Another set of signs I want to address are those of social and community trends:

Working clockwise from the top left: Gang Signs spray painted on a disused mechanic garage. 1/2 signs of the Southwest neighborhoods - one was ripped down. The highway signs that mark our Motor City and direct our primary product (cars) through the city. The signs of homeless men and women are all over the city - they are a sign and reminder that our economic plan does not include everyone as a general rule. These are signs that are present in many cities throughout the nation and world, but the backdrop changes.

The signs of Detroit show our character; our strengths and weaknesses. Our direction is defined by how we interpret the instructions found on each one.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri, 
Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 6: Hope

A City of Hope

Detroit is a city that was built on hope, and continues to survive on hope. People move(d) here to find jobs in the auto industry, raise their families, and buy a home. They want(ed) better lives and to live "The American Dream". Despite setbacks, despite budgetary failure, despite economic collapse, hope has driven Detroiters to continue fighting and working to make their city into a better place. 

Mural featuring Joe Louis.

One of the symbols of the city is a large black fist, located at the head of Woodward, across from Hart Plaza. This fist represents Joe Louis, and his significance for the city and the African American community. Joe Louis grew up in Detroit, and was known as the most honest fighter in a time when corruption in the sport was rampant. He also fought for racial integration in golf, and was a symbol of equality for many. 

Bagley Pedestrian Bridge Sculpture

 The Bagley Pedestrian Bridge is a symbol on a much more local level, and represents the struggle of a city to unite. Bagley Street is a core street to the Southwest community near Mexican Town, and it was ripped in half by the construction of Interstate 75 in the 1970s. In 2010, the construction of a pedestrian bridge that connects the two sides of Bagley was completed. The piece was a symbolic win for the people of the neighborhood that felt their community was finally reunited in a physical way, with art pieces that spoke of the human struggle and the power of the area.

Detroit Renaissance Center & Skyline

The Renaissance Center crowns the Detroit skyline, and I always view it as a symbol of hope. The "RenCen" has been the tallest building in Michigan since 1977. I remember visiting it when I was a child, and marveling at the view over the river front, and it's circular floor plans. It means more to other people, and General Motors is not always the best symbol of hope, but their building is remarkable. It means that someone was willing to invest in Detroit and create a lasting monument to industry and the city's global impact.

Elementary School Children Playing Violins

Detroit has a new direction and hope: that creative industries will lead us into the future. Not only are creative industrial giants moving in, including Twitter, but we are teaching our youth art and creative thinking. This picture is of a small concert I attended where youth played their violins for an audience of primarily refugees. This struck me as the balance of many hopes: of hopeful refugees and asylees waiting to receive their legal status to begin new lives free of violence and oppression, of children's hope to be creative and successful in life, and the hope of parents that learning music will aid their children in the future, and the hope of a city that everyone can have an opportunity to pursue their dreams.

I hope that Detroit (i.e. Detroiters) never loses its hope and the ambition and courage to pursue its dreams.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri,

Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 5: Sounds of Detroit

Sounds of Detroit

Looking down from an attic door in Detroit

Shhhh.... do you hear that? I hear the trucks sucking air past them in a rumble mixed with the rush of cars, the buzzing of motorcycles, and I haven't even left my bedroom yet.

I go to a recently un-abandoned house a few streets away for an art exhibit and social gathering.

I hear music on the radio, the hum of voices mixing together into a lively chatter, I step out of the back door of the garage and the party fades out, the birds chirping nearby begin to be louder, and the crackle of brush and broken glass under my feet take precedence in my auditory system.

I come back inside to watch a friend pump beer out of a keg.

On a sunny Monday afternoon, I venture to a favorite getaway: Belle Isle. There I wander along the inner roads to listen to birds, the wind, and the whirring of crickets and cicadas. 

This is my city, and these are its sounds.

Listen to My Sound Blog!

You may have to turn up the volume for this, as I didn't have the proper equipment to capture the sounds, but I hope they will give you a sound idea of the Motor City.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri,
Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 4: Psst...! Detroiters Care a Whole Awful Lot...

Psst...! Detroiters Care a Whole Awful Lot...

Trailhead at Gratiot

I know, I know, you wanted to hear about clandestine meetings and hidden stories. I don't know very many of those, but I do know places I love to retreat to, and they are nearly always out of doors. One of Detroit's hidden stories is that it is a city of outdoor spaces and opportunity to expand them.

Detroit likes to reinvent the wheel. One place I love in the city is the Dequindre Cut. Formerly an abandoned railroad bed, it is now a roughly 1-mile pathway cutting through the heart of the city leading from Gratiot near the Eastern Market to the River Walk. 

On any given day you can see families biking or walking, youth skateboarding, runners, walkers, bikers, couples holding hands, and children scampering between overhead railroad tracks.

I particularly love the aerosol art and graffiti that line the path and uniquely mark it as a part of everyone's Detroit - the tidy and the messy, the formal and informal, the obvious and the underground.

One of my favorite pieces on the Cut.

This place invites you play, to remember that we are a big city, and to nurture the place with unity and love.

Play at Dequindre Cut

A completely different refuge and oasis in the city of cars and controversy is Brightmoor's Farmway.

Brightmoor Farmway House Board

Brightmoor is both a retreat and an inside story. This neighborhood is on the western border of Detroit; it has a rocky past, and a very hopeful present. Around the same time that residents in this neighborhood were involved by a program I previously worked for (community+public arts: DETROIT), they realized there was a LOT that could be done to make everyday life better. Determined residents created a "Farmway", with various gardens and community spaces created with limited resources that resemble a series of parks. Activities are led in these spaces, abandoned houses (like the one above) are converted into works of art and/or community places.

Anytime I need a little inspiration about the determination and sheer willpower of Detroiters, I go to the Farmway. I feel like a part of the community after attending meetings and watching them grow and promote their greenway. This area resembles the country, or even mid-Southern states with the larger lots, with many yards backing up to the river. It exudes a sense of peace, but the message I always come away with is this:

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."

This message from Dr. Seuss' The Lorax has profound meaning in this neighborhood, especially since it is written on the local elementary school that was close a few years ago. In Detroit (or anywhere), if you don't care a whole awful lot, nothing gets better.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri,

Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 3: The Motor Family

The Motor Family

Family Life

Although family is a general universal concept, it means something entirely different to me than to the guy that lives next door.

When I was really little, I thought family meant just the people in my house. As I grew, I realized all the people who came over for dinner occasionally, and whom I saw every holiday, were also family. At a family reunion with my mom's grandfather's children, grandchildren and great grandchildren family expanded to hundreds of people I didn't even know, but was connected by this one person.

Grandma dancing.

When I was 10, my maternal grandfather and grandmother came to live with us so my mom could care for her dying father. Then I learned that family means you take each other in, even if they lived far away before. In high school, a sister moved home to pursue a graduate degree. My oldest sister divorced and moved in with her two children. My brother finished college and moved home for a year to save money for a house. With nine people in the house, I realized that family is not static or linear. It contracts, expands and evolves over time.

My second oldest sister moved away to Florida when I was in middle school and she returned for a few months when I was in college between moving to Paris and moving permanently to Switzerland. We see her son only through Skype, aside from the occasional visit. I've lived in Chicago, Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, Chile, and Italy, and I visited my sister in Switzerland. My brother lived in Germany for two years. Communicating across the globe has become familiar to our family, even for my two 90+ years old grandmothers. I would disagree that families are breaking down; more so breaking out and relearning how to respond to a globalized economy.

Grandma Nicastri at Christmas with her great-grandchildren.

We preserve our traditions in Christmas festivities - we each contribute a dish from our various cultural backgrounds for our big Christmas Eve dinner. in 4th of July BBQs, Easter egg dying and egg hunts, in birthday parties/dinners, weddings, and other small holidays throughout the year.

Annual Christmas Sibling Photo

I wouldn't trade my unique family evolution for anything. I have been a youngest child, an only child, a middle child, and an oldest child; an aunt, a friend, a cousin, a sister-in-law. a granddaughter, and a daughter - all whilst living among my family.

Family Wedding Portrait

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri,

Detroit Lover

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Urban Vignettes Week 2: Party Detroit Style

Every city has its own traditions, and Detroit likes to rock out hard. There are celebrations and festivals all year round -- the first International Auto Show in Cobo Hall, runs on Belle Isle on New Year's Eve in the bitter cold, and the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning before the Thanksgiving Parade are old favorites, but there are smaller traditions growing, as well as trendsetting music festivals.

DEMF Logo 2012

To exemplify the big, the weird, and the communal, I have picked three Detroit celebrations. Firstly, the DEMF or Movement. Detroit Electronic Music Festival is every Memorial Day weekend (3rd weekend in May) and takes over Hart Plaza in the heart of Downtown Detroit on the riverfront. This festival started in 2000 and is a celebration of techno and electronic music in the birthplace of it all: Detroit. People from around the nation, and even the world come to hear the latest DJs and electronic masterminds spin and create. {Picture: DEMF Logo]

A completely different celebration, and entirely local movement, is the Marche du Nain Rouge. An event hailing back to when Detroit was still a French colony, locals dress in red and various costumes and create a ruckus to drive out du Nain Rouge (the Red Dwarf). It is held annually on the Saturday closest to the Vernal/Spring Equinox. A laid back and highly localized festival, the Marche brings people in costumes of devils, saints and natural elements. The goal: To banish the red-tinged, evil spirit that, according to legend, has haunted and troubled Detroit for three centuries. You can make your own effigy with your positive goals for Detroit: 

Make your own Nain Rouge effigy!

Photo Credit: Metromix 2011

Thirdly, and the last for this post, the Dally in the Alley is an example of neighborhood building that grows in popularity each year, and brings neighbors out to create a more unified city. This festival is simple but it creates a space of safety, creativity, and neighborliness that is crucial for residents. It is a block party - the neighborly tradition in cities and towns across America. A small, FREE celebration with arts, music, food, beer and fun, it brings crowds of people that are new and old to the city. It's a great way to meet people and see the inside story of the city. [Picture: Dally 2011, credit Metromix} 

Dally in the Alley Poster

The Dally is held around Labor Day, in early Fall/September, each year, and always holds the promise of new friends with old neighbors.

When you get Detroit, you get the quiet parties in backyards, the loud festivals in public spaces, and the ridiculous traditions in side streets. You also get the tech, the auto, the art, and the music, and the beauty of tradition. When you're here, you become part of the Detroit community, the family, the small town feel in a big city place.

Come party with us.

Sincerely,

Kaity Nicastri,

Detroit Lover

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Disclaimer: This post was written while on a week-long road trip, so I was not able to supply my own original photos for the blog.