A newspaper began appearing on my desk once a week soon after I arrived last summer in St Louis.
You do know that I am old school. I do appreciate a real newspaper. One that you can spread out on the table while munching Grape Nuts. Coffee spills. No problem.
The St Louis American. “Missouri’s largest, most widely read weekly newspaper.” Started in 1928. The African-American community in St Louis is it’s target population.
I am liking James Ingram’s columns. The most recent on our breakfast table titled Lynchville, Illinois in honor of this year’s 200th anniversary of a town just across the river from St Louis.
If really in luxury mode I like to spread a print newspaper over my head as I grow drowsy and doze. The microclimate around me is warm, soothing. Dampening noise. Dimming light.
Lynching is perhaps the ugliest thing about America. It is product of a period in American history between slavery and the civil rights movement. The nation shifting uneasily as it tried to wrap its centuries-of-slavery attitude around the new reality. America, 1870s to 1960. Almost a century long American tradition.
Lately I’ve driven some of the roads in Missouri. People are pretty decent. but then I’ll see the stars and bars.
Much smaller and useless in creating a warm soothing microclimate is my copy of James Cone’s The Cross and The Lynching Tree. Instead of drowsiness, innervating. I am awake. I feel mournful, eloquent, hopeful. As Good Friday approaches us, dark and silent, Lynching Tree accompanies.
How long and how much and how will justice get done?
How many empty houses are there in Detroit? A major effort is underway to find out.
My son John took this photo of an abandoned house behind Detroit Temple Corps near Dexter and West Chicago. Stripped of its bricks like many other houses.
Stephen Henderson’s editorial in today’s Detroit Free Press explains as clearly as I’ve seen why Detroit has entered into bankruptcy and, if all goes well later this week in court, how it will help Detroit.
The virtue of bankruptcy is the ability to start over. If Orr [emergency city manager Kevyn Orr] is successful, Detroit will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change — for the better.
United Way of Greater St. Louis mobilizes the community with one goal in mind: helping people live their best possible lives.
Orv Kimbrough came on board last summer as the new Executive Director for the United Way of Greater St Louis. His newsletter last week included this new mission statement for UW.
Orv also writes of the region. That St Louis is an entity beyond official city limits. We are discovering it’s so with the challenge of failed school districts in the region. The new Stan Musial Memorial Bridge on I-70 over the Mississippi. Economic realities tying all 90+ municipalities together. Good and bad, they are all signs of a way of seeing St Louis bringing together more people.
Eudaemonia, a fancy NT Greek word for well-being. Do cities, urban regions, exist for the flourishing of its people? I believe they can. I also believe in a God who can.
I have come so that you may have life to the full. (John 10:10)
Gail says she saw the trailer for the new RoboCop directed by Brazilian filmaker José Padilha. She wasn’t impressed. Me? I’m a sucker for these urban dystopian themed shows. The 1987 RoboCop? Loved it. An urban epic like The Warriors.
Here’s Manohla Dargis’ NY Times RoboCop review. He tells us that an update of “RoboCop was always going to be tough, if for no other reason than the original’s irony, and its future-shock visions have become today’s reality, from the downfall of Detroit to the embrace of privatization, the use of high-tech artificial limbs and the triumph of propaganda over public discourse.”
Today’s reality. If you spend time today in some American cities you just might accept the Dargis analysis.
Here’s more stuff you’ll enjoy at RoboCop Wiki.
I’ve seen references to it but never visited Detroiturbex until tonight.
Lowell Boileau’s Fabulous Ruins of Detroit is still my favorite, but Detroiturbex offers tours, an index of locations, and a quick slide show to answer “what happened to Detroit?”
Who can answer that question. But Detroiturbex offers some great photos and an attempt to try make sense out of what has happened to Detroit.
To make sense. Not an uncommon pursuit of peoples who have experienced cataclysm.
“Your holy cities have become a wilderness … all our pleasant places have become ruins” (Is 64:10-11)
The Detroit Free Press relayed a 24/7 Wall St. blog post reporting Detroit is on the list of US cities where people now drive less.
According to a study by Michael Sivak, a research professor at the University of Michigan Transportation Research Institute, the growth in households without a vehicle provides evidence that Americans are less dependent on cars than in the past. Sivak’s research also indicates that, per capita, Americans own fewer vehicles, drive fewer miles, and consume less fuel. While the number of households without a car rose nationwide, from 8.7% in 2007 to 9.2% in 2012, figures by city differ dramatically.
Which American cities have the highest numbers using public transportation, walking? In the Midwest: Chicago, Detroit and Milwaukee rank highest. Conspicuously absent from the list: cities from the South. New York City: over half of NYC households do not own an automobile.
What’s fueling this trend? Urban layout, walkability and access to quality public transportation. Important factors in cities becoming less motorized.
I have a recent recording by Canadian singer Elizabeth Shepherd of songs from the mid 20th century. Including Lonely House by Langston Hughes and Kurt Weill. I am a longtime fan of Weill. The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahogonny. Die seben Todsunden. Gibbering void and all that.
The song is not sung from a country road with neighbors far apart. Rather, from the city. With all those folks around. It sings of urban density which seems to beget social distance, but even more so an emotional distance. The reverse of community. An unsought hyper individualism. Not so far removed from the unhealthy individualism of the religion critiqued by Bonhoeffer.
Such lonliness is suffocating. The song is a cry. A shriek.
At night when everything is quiet
This old house seems to breathe a sigh
Sometimes I hear a neighbor snoring
Sometimes I can hear a baby cry
Sometimes I can hear a staircase creaking
Sometimes a distant telephone
Oh, and when the night settles down again
This old house and I are all alone
Lonely house, lonely me
Funny with so many neighbors
How lonesome you can be
Lonely town, lonely street
Funny, you can be so lonely
With all these folks around
I guess there must be something
I don’t comprehend
Sparrows have companions
Even stray dogs have a friend
The night for me is not romantic
Unhook the stars and take them down
I’m lonely in this lonely town, in this lonely house