Okay buddy, you want to scrap in the yard? In the immortal words of Kay Everett, I'm about to go eastside on you.
I don't just go to see pretty churches in the city and drive back to the suburbs. I live in the city. I bought a vacant home and cleaned it up real pretty to be part of the solution, and because I like the neighborhood. I pay my taxes - lots of them. I look out for my neighbors, who are also my friends. I cut the grass of vacant houses on my block. I serve on the board of my neighborhood association which essentially amounts to a second full-time job. What does this entail, you might ask? Everything from endless meetings to cleaning up disgusting fucked-up houses. At the end of the day it is a thankless job, just like my real job, except I don't get paid for it. Since you want to get religious on me, I belong to a parish in the city that is in constant danger of closing. Contrary to your beliefs - I'm not lazy. In fact I'm not nearly poor, either, and I'm a patron and member of certain Clubs and cultural institutions of the city.
You don't know me, and have made it clear you don't know or understand Detroit or Detroiters. You only have your prejudices. You're in your own orbit, homie.
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