There were provisions in the beautification project agreements that if the community objected to the art, demands could be made for a new mural. That's what happened in the case of the coffin mural. It was replaced by art that is, in my opinion, very fucking ugly. But it comes from the community, which means the red-nosed, shit-stained old drunks of the South Side will now be able to shamble up to the liquor store without having to see anything challenging to their delicate sensibilities.
In the case of the mural in the Deeby lot on Joseph Campau, that was a bunch of old-line nut-job Hamtramck rednecks who took it upon themselves to do a shitty job of halfway whitewashing it, until Al Deeby put up a new billboard instead. The artwork itself could have sold in a Los Angeles gallery for $10,000-$20,000, but a couple of ginned-up hicks no doubt beamed with pride over the new Al Deeby Dodge billboard. Now they can walk past that cracked asphalt with the weeds poking up through it, encircled by rusting fencing, and bask in total satisfaction.
So, actually, you don't have to look at that challenging art anymore. It's gone. It's been gone for a while now, which makes me wonder how long it's been since you've been by. Anyway, I don't give a flying fuck either way. I just think it's funny that those rednecks who crabbed about the art don't give a shit about how ugly the weeds are, how littered the streets are, or how they seem to exhibit absolutely no taste whatsoever in their dress, deportment or disposition.
In other words, they're the trash.
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