Isn't this about the third hit and run downtown? Can't people slow down, or at least stop when they run people down?
Reward offered for tips in death of Greektown artist
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Isn't this about the third hit and run downtown? Can't people slow down, or at least stop when they run people down?
Reward offered for tips in death of Greektown artist
Reminds me of the "Eat em up Tigers" guy who was hit and run a couple of years ago. I believe that is still unsolved. Or is it?
Better still, it reminds me of the hit and run death of my childhood friend-a Rastafarian [[the kind who would drink only cranberry juice at the bars-no alcohol for him-and would free-verse on open mic night at Alvin's) who was known among the techno scene and the old punk rock house collective I used to live with.
In the days leading up to his death, he told me he was occasionally slinging dimebags for some big time dealer on the Eastside, and when the guy wanted him to upgrade to coke, he refused. He said this is the kind of guy who doesn't want you knowing all the stuff he is into and you wrongly assuming you can just walk away from doing anymore business. He was more worried then I ever saw him.
The last night I saw him, my old boss [[who was helping out with setting up some "Girlee" art show in Capitol Park) from the Easttowne Theater [[someone, you probably knew, Lowell) and his brother were in another room with my friend jabbing their finger at him and talking down to him with stern looks. They changed the tone and content of the conversation when they noticed me coming in [["...you just remember that!" was the last thing I heard them say to him.).
I was being kept from driving him around the night he got killed in 1999 [[though he nervously asked me to drive him-but I was being asked to go to the Motor to flier and then was detained suspiciously by two Asian girls who happened to be friends with the roommate of my old boss). He had a broken skateboard, so he was not on it at the time of his death [[though many argued this matter with me, or they strangely agreed with me at first, then oddly changed their story later-isn't it odd that such irregular testimony was coming from folks who are shifty cokeheads-amazing how "thick as thieves" these *ssholes are when it comes to looking the other way with bloodshed and maintaining their selfish habit.). A neighbor who witnessed it said he saw my friend walking down into Indian village, and a black SUV came roaring down the street; when my friend [[holding broken skateboard) got up on the sidewalk, the SUV went full on up over the curb and hit him, backed over him, and roared off.
Two of the guys that I had called to tell them that my friend died, got indignant and spewed indifferent hate towards me about how "everyone dies, dude-quit bothering me with this sh*t!" [[ coming from a violent person, himself, who was the son of a Detroit cop and had close ties to east side dealers AND was studying martial arts from a former CIA guns runner) or how the friend in question "had it coming to him for stinging him on the bill at a diner for upgrading his order with fries and not having the money to pay for it " [[yeah, dissing my childhood friend over fries-this came from the very brother of my old boss who was sternly haranguing him in that room that night.). That left me stunned.
When I found out about it all, I was blindsided. I cried with a friend of mine [[a former WDET employee who now lives in Louisville). I was in a funk for a long time. I couldn't even go to the funeral. Even after becoming a Christian, I've had the strongest unction to avoid talking about such a messy can of worms and the date-rape drug incidents going down back in the late 90's/early 00's.
---but fuck it. It's late. I can't sleep. Getting nothing but poor sleep. I'm fucking perpetually alone, and I'm in a lot of pain. I don't care, anymore. I just don't fucking care!
This has been one shitty year that just keeps getting worse. I have nothing more to lose [[and I haven't for a long time). I'm sick of being driven away from hanging out in the city I love [[not even to just have two drinks and meet some girls). The scenes I most prefer are infested with the idiot drug dealers who then demonstrate they will harass me outside of there [[happened at the Meijer on the hill in Allen Park). I can't go to the Lager House. I can't go to the Old Miami. Cant' go the Dalley. I can't even trust girls who oddly approach me out of the blue [[just recently happened again at the book store on Cass), because I eventually find they are cokeheads with only one-maybe two-degrees separation in connection to the ugly mentalities who drove me off for being outspoken back in 2003.
Part of the reason I quit Linkedin [[which is a joke anyway) is because I would come across old girlfriends or associates, and though I had my unconfirmed suspicions much earlier on, dang if I wouldn't see them linked up with the very same suspicious parties. Soon I saw pretty much everyone I knew linked up with the same shady people. This coming from someone who volunteerly left behind over 300+ plus friends from the city back when I started soberly asking myself the right questions.
I'm sick of being backed into a corner and not being able to speak out. I feel like I'm under perpetual house arrest with only a few implicatively "approved" places to go to [[ie. grocery shopping or post office). Everywhere I go, I see the same "conspiracies"-fucking verified shadiness-unfurl themselves in other towns and cities I travel to in an attempt to try and start over the way I want to. Just reflections of the same sanctioned garbage I am perpetually reminded of here: Human trafficking in Central Illinois. VA drug trafficking out of Danville, IL. Social services stealing foodstamps to further political parties. Crack dealers in Louisville. Cults from Florida exploiting the poor in Chicago and Louisville. Guinea pigging of an entire subculture in Boston. Things that sound too fucking nuts to explain in depth to anyone thick-headed who is so complacently removed from all of this.
I even had to quit volunteering at some local area soup kitchens because of the bullying, exploitative crackheads they got working there with tenure [[and "good attendance" and all that)-assholes that the very facilities themselves have expressed no intentions of removing no matter what terrible things these jerks have said to me. Talk about being chased off!
I wish I could just blow out birthday candles and make all the cocaine [[huh-The great hidden commodity of America. Popular CIA marketing goods. Fuel for the very Hollywood and Porn industry everyone upholds. A great excuse for our beloved comedians to die. Some piece of shit powder I only tried five times in my entire life-the last being in 1999. Never liked it. Maybe I'm lucky...) and bullshit connected to it disappear.
I seriously would like to die rather than live like this. Nothing suicidal. Just a strong death wish in the Patrick Henry vein. Because living like this is a perpetual enduring of the torturous abuse, emasculation, and disenfranchisement. A God awful undermining that victimizes you then slinks back into the shadows and turns it upon you when you do speak up. I have a powerful memory and have witnessed too much not to silent. What God has shown me again and again, I clearly have no choice anymore but to get on hilltops and shout it out. Why some [[maybe many?-who knows?) choose to remain silent when they have been shown the same, stuns me. Don't they know "an injustice anywhere, is an injustice everywhere"?
So...just sharing some miserable holiday thoughts.
My little present to a website now infested with non-Wayne county living trolls, "get off my lawn" fogies, "blindtigers" [[my new term for people from other cities who really don't give a rip about Detroit but get on our forum sites to troll their politics), and folks who don't really concern themselves with preserving any of the better and more unique aspects of Detroit that made it so great. Folks who rather talk about financing, infrastructures, development, or the occasional status quo-inspired hate tirade against someone's religion....yet, never really discussing community or really demonstrating they get any of their information from local news sources-published or broadcast...you know, indisputably-folks not really, for the most part, about Detroit and what it really is. Because I walk around the Jazzfest and see the people I'm best akin to, and I can assure you a vast majority don't have anything to do with DY.
Just offering a howling distant cry of pain in the dark, cold recesses of an indifferent frozen and desolate region. A pointless rant that will go just as overlooked as the death of my friend Quincy and like this artist/Vet/Detroit-area resident.
One ever wonders if the life and death of this man, or my childhood friend, or even impoverished me will ever have any distant influence to make a long-lasting impact for the better?
I only wonder how family and friends are coping with this recent loss? Probably better than what I have been holding in for such a very long, lonely time.
Yeah....so...it would be untypical for me not to flex my gifts for experiences and memory by not pointing out there have been these kinds of deaths in the last decade.
Most notably: a mural artist killed a year go while doing a non-violent mural in Californiahttp://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/l...930-story.html and this early post http://www.chicagoreader.com/Bleader...6/16/rip-solveregarding the killing of Brendan "Solve" Scanlon, an artist well-known in the Chicago and Madison, WI area.
My gal and I were waiting at the light, one car back, when this all went down.Quote:
Originally Posted by Zacha341
With all of the rush hour commotion, we didn't see a thing until one man ran across the street from the Millender block yelling, "he hit him and didn't even stop". Could barely see his crumpled form.
I've been quite reactionary whenever traffic stops, changing lanes and turning off the instant something clogs up...and did so that evening, too.
My gal was practically hollering at me about it, too...how could we leave a man lying in the road?!
There was nothing we could do about it but add to the crowd, and there was already one person attending to him. Surely some of the immediate eye-witnesses were already calling 911, and with all those cameras...
...but damnit...all those cameras. Cops in almost all of the nearby intersections totally fucking up the flow of traffic. And none of them worth a good dog-damn when something serious goes down.
In rush hour.
I swear they had the model of vehicle wrong when they reported it on the news. That driver needs to fry...I hope this reward brings folks forward who can finger the person responsible.