Lived Downriver and was 12 when the riots started. My mom kept us home from school, not sure if school was shut down or just her fears, as she was in the riots in 1943 when she was a kid. We drove over to my Grandma's house where my Aunt and Uncle also lived in Dearborn just a block or so from the Detroit border and the first thing I seen when I walked in the house was a shotguy right by the door. My uncle said with a smile that he was waiting for a carload of them to come down the street. That has always stuck out in my mind, what he said and the smile he had on his face.