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The new Mott Park Teenagers Little Free Library (Number- 2867)  is coming to 919 Frank St.

After observing that several of the teenagers in the neighborhood rarely used the FLL, a series of conversations conducted randomly during summer on Cadillac, Perry, Joliet, Norbert, Nolen and Frank and Dougherty brought to the attention that the FLL around MP do not have much books/magazines that are of interests of teenagers.

And so a group of teenagers decided to organize a FLL and started collecting magazines. If neighbors want to donate, the magazines could be dropped at 907 Frank.

List of Magazines Teenagers want to have in the FLL are:

Discovery Girls

Slam

Sport Illustrated

Baseball America

Teenagers’ graphic novels

Girl’s Life

Skateboarding

GamePro

Nintendo Power

Play station

Popular science

Popular Mechanics

Computer Gaming World

BMX Plus-

Comics- Batman, Spider Man, Wonder Woman, Captain America

Teen Graffiti

 

Thank you for helping this project!

Omid, Arezu, Erick, Nykoreyan

http://www.littlefreelibrary.org/

There is so many interesting pictures …take a pic at http://www.google.com/search?q=public+pictures&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=1RFmUOSJLIuCyAHPoYFw&ved=0CFYQsAQ&biw=1366&bih=600#hl=en&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=free+little+library&oq=free+little+l&gs_l=img.1.0.0j0i24l9.10966.15802.0.17479.17.13.2.2.2.0.177.1502.5j8.13.0…0.0…1c.1.OoqwdHfjYaw&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.&fp=fa0843734d2fc98e&biw=1366&bih=600

In Flint poverty is our dirty word…

MWT

Living in a changing neighborhood has its miseries because as the population of affluence moves to the suburbs, you are left with a mix of middle class and struggling lower class, and strange things start to happen.

Yes, the stores surrounding the neighborhood not only start catering to that demographic, yes we have a humongous pawn shop around the corner, a cash check area, a one dollars store and the like, the same employees of those stores start treating you like an stupid human being.

In general because I have car and money I shop in stores that treat me with decency, but today, I had to buy a cough syrup in one of the drug stores around home.

While I was waiting to pay, I was observing the behavior of the cashier that was between paternalistic and downright insulting. Yes, in front of me there was an old African American man buying something, but did he deserve the treatment of being consider poor and stupid?

I imagine that the woman at the cashier who already is and struggling poor person felt good about herself to explain things like we could not add or subtract.

At the center of the discussion of poverty in Flint, we have to talk about all behaviors which alienate poor young men, that have received so many times the same concept in their schools that are convince they are not useful for anythineaseg more than blew our city in pieces…

Who says that poverty equate stupidity?

Please,  move this city we need to believe that we can and that means believing that we have a brain which is like a muscle that can be exercise.

So, when you see a poor person that has problem reading and writing, it is not that are stupid, the need to practice a little bit more.

And please do me a favor, if you can shop in places that treat you like a thinking person.

Thanks,

Marta

 

Dear SIR:

Responding to the article about “Governor should have picked Walling as emergency manager,” I have to respond “Oh no, let me count the ways why I am very pleased Mr. Brown and not Mr. walling is handling Flints affairs thanks to Governor Snyder.

Humbly I have to accept that I made a great mistake when I helped Mr. Walling in two campaigns to become Mayor of Flint, for I equated brain and education with good leadership. I made also another mistake because I equate his coming back to Flint for caring for the underprivileged residents. After all, he was the bright kid that did well and was bringing all his experience to use.

The truth is that Mr. Walling is rather a poor leader that does not connect with poor people and does not have interest in understanding nor learning the forces of poverty and crime in Flint (persons below poverty level in Flint- percent 2006-2010 = 36.6 % US. Census Bureau- Flint).

Everybody knows that Flint has lost job, and lost tax revenues. And everybody who could leave Flint for a better job or opportunity is moving out. What is left, it is a pool of poor people with little hopes, and lot of anger and frustration, especially poor young African American teenagers.

So, when the Flint Journal wrote “this weekend’s crime shows that too many people in Flint have lost the value of human life-” said by Mayor Dayne Walling in response of the death of Tommy J. Vaughn, a 16-year old victim, I want to respond: It is so easy for Mr. Walling- a politician in power and in control of the city affairs to blame young teenagers for their rather bad choices of violence over life. Because the other way around will be much humble and somber for Mr. Walling the leader to ask. Why so many children are killing each other under my leadership in our city? Why there are so many guns in the streets and I do nothing to stop it? Why I keep so many liquor stores open when the city is dwelling in population? Why I do not declare the city in an emergency state of an epidemic of crime and humbly ask for help?

Since Mr. Walling has become the Mayor the situation with crime has deteriorated specially in his neighborhood the College Cultural, Glenwood neighborhood, and my neighborhood-the Mott Park neighborhood where another child this time 14 years old Antonio Jr Bell was killed in the park a week ago.

Should I feel frustrated? Of course. Should I be pleased Governor Snyder is trying to bring some order to this city that is run by teenagers out-of-control and leaders in denial?

We could die of negotiation with the unions for pensions and better jobs but if crime is a plague that is destroying the city by repealing possible business for coming and making families fly away taxes will continue decreasing. Without taxes from residents who support the city nothing moves. Even the salary of Mr. Walling is paid by our taxes.

When Mr. Jerome Dallas talks about the destruction of liberty in the city of Flint, I want to ask where are the rights of poor teenagers from Flint? The only thing they have which is very little and it is time, it is being wasted by superficial adult rhetoric and ego because at the end of the day, in Flint we have teenagers that are dead, teenagers that will end up the rest of their lives in jail and teenagers that will become a parasite of the society with low self-stem and very few abilities to work on good paying jobs because they are absolutely un-educated.

When Mr. Dallas Winegarden Jr. writes “we are protecting our children’s future in a free society that takes care of the safety, health and welfare of all the people, not just the rich and powerful,” I want to drive him around some areas in Flint so he could show me where is the health, safety and welfare of the poor children in Flint because I do not see it, and I do not need to drive very far from my home. The children in Flint have no voice because nobody is accountable for them and if Governor Snyder at least acknowledges that Flint has a problem is more than anybody has done for these children in a long, long time.

We can talk and talk about the tyranny of democracy and all the good words but the reality of Flint requires common sense and caring two things that Mr. Brown is well known for. Ended, Mr. Brown has solid credentials on caring for children and the poor. And his expertises in those areas are welcomed in a city with an abundance of poverty and problems created by poverty. Please read Mr. Brown experience with Red Cross, United Way, Youth counselor, at Wikipedia- Michael Brown.

Finally when Mr. Jerome Dallas Winegarden writes that we will not be surprised by the “horrible decisions Mr. Brown will make.” I want to say that I welcome Mr. Brown with open arms because he makes decisions that we need while Mr. Walling has done none.

And for Mr. Dallas Winegarden I suggest him to sell his expensive car and donate all the money to the poor children of Flint in that way, for sure, his father would truly be eternally proud of him.

Marta Wyngaard

Poverty is the worst form of violence.
Mahatma Gandhi

When a child choose death over life at a young age of 14, what does it say about us society?

When and how are we passing this child the information that life is so cheap? Where has this child learned that disagreements are solved with blowing the brain of another child in few seconds?

When and how this child has understood that he was alone in this world and that his life hanged from the power and inexperience of another 14 year old teenager?

When society closes the loop with a simple equation of A+B+gun= death, then there is very little to add. The A+B+ gun becomes a given, something that we are not planning to analyze, nor ask the important questions that need to be answered. And so blame take a live into itself.

“He was not from Mott Park, maybe he was in drugs, maybe he was in something bad, maybe was his fault to listen to the other boy..”

The reality that nobody wants to uncover in Flint is much more complex. This child is dead because a mountain of little things that were supposed to go well went wrong and so, all this things added to a turning point  moving in a  direction that ended in an abysm.

So, I will, like I did today, keep searching for answers because this is what I have …his name, my park, his death, my sorrow, the unfairness of violence, and a desire to stop it forever!

Until next time, start seeing yourself as part of the solution, if not we will have a very sorrowful summer…

Marta

 

That is what neighbors were comforting themselves after the death of Antonio Bell Jr. in our park.

Why? Because by making him a child that is not from here, it gives us permission not to worry anymore…he was not from here, he was from the poor area in town.

And so, his poverty does not infect our souls and we can continue pretending that poverty does not exist.

For me, that sheer of denial is broken, and although he was not my child, he will be in my soul for the rest of my life.

I have never seen him, and yet, his death as affected more than any words I can say, for I have a son who is fourteen and I cherish him like the most valuable treasure in my world.

And so, I am in a quest of ending violence in Flint for the poor youth in Flint…will I succeed? Who knows, the only thing I know is that if I continue thinking that he was not from here…he will never be.

And it is something I can not do…I can not walk in the park, the park I love so much, pretending nothing has happened. Mott Park, the place I have taken my children to play since they were little. In that same place violence has destroyed a child because …and the list is so long…because he was alone…because…violence is a way of life in Flint…because ..we adult care little about poor teenagers that live in Flint..etc.

And so, this young man who was a total stranger until yesterday has become my guidance to ask me to do something…it is time to do things different…it is time to see teenagers that are poor as children that have potential and that their lives are as valuable as any other child in Flint…could we say like the children who will attend Powers?

I am walking a path that is new to me, for I am not white, nor black, nor from here. Yet I can feel the anger, frustration, shame, desperation, of teenagers in Flint that have nothing to lose than their lives…isn’t that so absolutely sad…

Until next time, help me to think new ways to solve the problems of youth violence in Flint.

From the bottom of my heart,

Thanks

Marta

There is this odd thing about teenagers in Flint. Today, a group of teenagers were walking from the school bus to home behaving in very inappropriate ways like ..hitting each other with belts …and shouting while everybody in my neighborhood pretended that they saw nothing.

Yes, they were African American and yes they were not the overbooked kids (African American that have things to do and places to go). These teenagers were the ones that walk in big groups with no hurry to go home, for nothing important is waiting for them, not now, not in the future.

These are the kids that come from school without backpacks because they do not have homework to do nor plans for the day. You have seen them wondering aimless to boredom, for nothing in the streets, nor nature, good either  take them out of their reduce, limited life that is to be  poor teenagers in Flint, Michigan.

They were shouting and teasing to each other in abusive ways and nobody in the neighborhood- African American families, or white families dared to say a thing to them. Yes they were also using the word nigger to each other and nobody (except me tried to talk them out of that…Why?)

Because this is the transparent population, the one that if they are boys would end up warming beds in jail and make salaries for an entire industry, and if they are girls they would work in fast food or clean offices at night or have babies.

Does it have to be that way? I do not think so, and that is why I stopped and tried to make them reason.

They do not have to be in the box that society put them, the one where nobody have expectations of them because they are poor and ignorant, and may I say black? They are the ones schools care little if they go or not to school, if they learn to think and questions, or not because we in Flint do not have answers for poverty. We hide under pretense and if we can we move to other suburbs, not to be bother by them.

Why is like that we treat the poor population of teenagers in Flint the same way we treat trash, “that thing” that we know is there but one day is out of sight out of mind in the land fields?

Yes, Flint does not know what to do with the poor population of teenagers because they are not the cute little poor kids that you felt sorry and bought toys thru the Salvation Army Christmas tree list during the holiday season. No, these are the children that have absorbed the abused way we and all the adults in their lives treat them. And they are obnoxious and angry and disrespectful. These are the kids that vandalize the park, litter the streets and shout to each other. These are the kids that paint the walls with graffiti and listen also to loud obnoxious music.

What are we planning to do with poor teenagers in Flint Michigan?

As for me, I will continue seeing them first,  try to approach them and make them think that they have a choice. They can be abuse to each other, they can feed the machine that feeds the industry of the poor in Flint, they can be abuse to each other or they can dare to ask for more.. I hope to be the voice of dissent in their life, because there is another future one in which they could demand from adults to provide the meaning things that they need to become productive citizens of our society.

Poverty is not a destiny even if everybody wants to keep you in that corner. You could say NO.

So, please if you see a poor teenager from Flint do me a favor treat them like you would have loved to be treated when you were young, like a capable, valuable, and amazing human being.

And the interesting thing is that because I behaved like a frustrated mother and told them that there were other ways to treat each other, they paid attention. I know that although they found me strange with my accent and words, they also found me different because I dared to treat them like human beings that exist, deserve attention and because I have high expectations for them… after all what teenagers need at these age is to matter to somebody..and I could be the Mott Park lady as they call me and that is OK.

Thanks

Marta

As you know, I have been in the quest to educate, to open a dialogue, to inspire good change in a “changing neighborhood –words that by themselves are charged negative connotations.”

And yet, the only thing I have been able to obtain is frustration from part of my neighbors (Mott park Facebook) and cold silence from the part of leadership in Flint, or insulting bogus solutions by arrogant ignorant leaders.

And so, in this blog I would present to you the evidence of how the process of disinvestment in a neighborhood- Mott Park affect children, seniors and Kettering University students that live in our neighborhood.

There is nothing more convincing than images. Imagine for a moment you are a new comer-the kid that come to Kettering University from the most affluent families in Michigan (tuition around 30.000 a year-) and live in the FIJI fraternity. You have two options: walk two blocks between trash and danger to Kettering Buildings  (hoping that Kettering Security is doing their job), OR USE YOUR CAR…

Do you like it? Will you send your son here? The pictures you have seen cover the intersection of Flushing and Dupont Avenue which is the unspoken racial boundary between blacks and whites and if you are white and come to work or study at Kettering somebody will tell you at some point not to go beyond Flushing. On one side of that intersection, it is a beautiful park- Ballenger park which is used only by blacks young men, on the other side is the FIJI fraternities where most of the white rich kids play behind a fenced lawn.

To come to Kettering, the students from FIJI have to walk thru Dupont Avenue that is in total disrepair. Dupont Avenue is experiencing the last stages of a changing neighborhood. It has gone already thru African American families moving in (crossing the Flushing boundary) white families moving out, flippers moving in to make a killer.., rental owners renting to poor people without caring for the homes-yes they rent to poor people who cares, Kettering university students rentals and, finally when the houses can not take more abuse, they are foreclosed or abandoned.

As you could see, some of the houses have been stripped of their dignity and are ignored by the leadership in the city, Kettering University, and the Foundations (who are a parallel government in itself in Flint).

On both ends of the boulevard, rest two beautiful ideas gone sour because the issues-of-race-and-class was excluded from the equation when designing it. Now the bushes are wind catchers of litters and plea from being taken care. Yet, nobody does it because in a changing neighborhood they are also in the process of disinvestment- nobody care for them ( a subject we will cover in the future  blogs of the habit of foundations to never evaluate the effectiveness of their projects pass the pictures of the inaugural day).

As the neighborhood has been progressively deteriorating, and the letters to officials have not bear results, I moved to the next step in re-building the connections in the neighborhood. I go around every Sunday afternoon, clean the streets, take care of medians, maintain foreclosure homes, question teenagers.

As the families that used to live on Dupont Avenue have moved out because the area has deteriorated,  in its place an economy of crime and drug dealing has flourished. The reasons are: The rental properties are owned by people who care only about the money it receives monthly and have little regard who they are renting. Some of the rentals owners do not live in Flint either, and so have contract companies that take care…of their properties.

When the cat’s away, the mice will play

(although the play of this teenagers because they are part of gang groups they play with guns and kill each other destroying neighborhoods)

For drug dealers, that is a perfect location: There is a dark park around the block at night- Ballenger Park, there are abandoned houses few people will be checking on their transactions, they have rich clients next to – the Hurley Hospital, and the  highway, they have Flint Police officers and Kettering security officers that do not go to that area much, they have two liquor stores in the vicinity to conduct business too, and allies around Dupont and Flushing to do the same.

Why this things continue happening if it is obvious that the intervention or measures of control are not working?

Because when things become taboo, it is difficult to break their power and they stay breathing sickness in a neighborhood for a long time. Nobody want to say…well we have an issue of race and class..What are we planning to do?

1)   Kettering  University management strategy has been to pretend we do not have problems trying to move the students out of the corner of Flushing and Dupont Avenue

2)   The city has been demolishing houses on Flushing (at a very expensive cost to tax payers),

3)    Police like ER has been working on after the fact crime and not prevention. In Flint we do not like community policing because police need to walk not drive in their monster cars…they need to relate to people…and that is difficult to do.

Can we do something? Yes, off course. The most important thing is that we sit around a table and discuss the possible solutions to our challenges of race and poverty and class. The silence and the taboo is reinforcing the walls of segregations and fueling the mistrust of students (rich) toward the locals (poor) while keeping in place the prejudge that black are bad and white are goods.

Around 3 pm on Sunday afternoon- yesterday while the white young adults- Kettering University students were playing on their side  and the blacks and poor were playing on Ballenger park (a big group of young adults black men were playing basketball), there was a Flint Police Patrol car parked on the side walk of the lecture building in aisle state position.

Kettering University in respond of the pressure of worried parents of rich children that attend the university is paying for the salaries of five Flint Police officer. Those five police officers are supposedly to monitor the area, and yet it does not happen.

Why is so obvious to me that the police cars should have been around the park or the intersection of Flushing and Ballenger and not University Boulevard on a Sunday afternoon around 3pm where nothing happen in campus- the buildings are closed?

It is because looking at something does not equal that we are seeing the same thing.  I see the neighborhood as a web of relationships and that relationships affect everything. I see prevention and education on how to live in a neighborhood as part of what police should do.

Police, and leaders in this community do not respect community policing as a viable solution to solve the problem of violence in Flint not matter how much data I have shared with leaders via letters and Mott Park Facebook.

I know it works, as I walk around Mott Park cleaning places,  talking to students, putting order, maintaining foreclosed homes, taking signs from posts, and engaging teenagers, I am doing community policing. I already know where the prostitute live and which house has problems, but that for another blog.

If we know that the majority of basketball hoops have been taken from the city of Flint because they are magnets of drug dealing and violent confrontation of gang groups. If we know that poor African American young men solve their disagreements with shootings and fighting, and we know that close to Ballenger park there are two liquor stores that sell hard liquor (the bottles I continue collecting) which are fuels for violence, and If we know that in front of that park there are the rich kids of Kettering university, wouldn’t be more effective to keep an eye on that situation instead of pretending that we do not have violence bubbling in our town?

Who cares if a black poor kid dies? That is Flint

For us, in Flint crime is about prosecuting the young men, not preventing and for rich kids is pretending that we do not have problems…after all, in few years the rich kids from Kettering University will fly away from Flint,

the place where the world Change has a terrible negative connotations

….As I break into conversation with young people in Mott Park, I ask them…do you like Flint?  So, I ask you too..do you like Flint the way it is?

Until next time follow me in this adventure to change this little part of Flint- Mott Park

for the benefit of all children and rich and poor kids.

With all the challenges, enjoy Flint as we do…

The same day, few hours later, and few blocks from Ballenger and Flushing Rd., I was at the Kettering University pool with my children and a neighbor friend of my son. And there were three Chinese students playing in the water too. I was wondering about them and Flint…and violence and if they will be victims or not….

Flint, June 29 2007

 

Never doubt

That a small group of thoughtful

Committed citizens can change the world

Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has

Margaret Mead

 

 

Good afternoon:

Thank you for giving me a few minutes to share with you all the exciting things we are doing at Mott Park. As you know Flint is one of the most segregated cities in  United States and now Mott Park is considered a “changing neighborhood,” a “transition neighborhood,” an “unstable neighborhood,” but for us who live here, we consider Mott Park the best place in the world.

 

To address the challenges we have framed the problem using the Chinese proverb that says that in times of crises, two possibilities coexist: One, the danger of bankruptcy or second, the opportunity for a quantum leap.

 

We have chosen the second approach. From the crisis, comes the opportunity to re-invent Mott Park into an artsy- college neighborhood, full of activities and interesting people to have as neighbors. In other words, we envision a dynamic, energetic place that is a magnet for art and vitality.

 

Because a neighborhood is basically a group of human beings settled into a place under a certain order, we are using the analogy of the human body as a model to address the lack of homeostasis at Mott Park. So we are providing interventions with different intensities to all the components of the neighborhood with the objective to bring back the equilibrium and to keep at base the “germs,” or problems (please read the list of interventions we are doing to reactivate the neighborhood).

 

The second analogy we are using for a changing neighborhood is one of “the blended families,” In which a great number of participants find themselves in relationships that are not of their choice. The first thing we are doing is to acknowledge the emotions of everybody, and second, we are taking out the secrecy of unhealthy relationships. In this case, I am using the leverage of being the president of the Mott Park Neighborhood Association to model how we will live in an integrated , place where everybody has a sense of participation and responsibilities. I openly bring the subject of race to discuss and find a common ground to move from fear to comfort, from displace to likeness (please read the interventions we are doing regardless of race issues).

 

The third analogy is to reverse the traditional pyramid of the top-down power structure that is prevalent in a GM town like Flint. We are engaging people to be active participants in the decision making process at Mott Park. We encourage, inspire and celebrate their uniqueness, but also raise the expectations to bring the best in everybody (Please read the interventions we are doing to empower neighbors to participate regardless their social status or race or gender).

 

Finally, the fourth analogy is based on the flattening of the world. Using the thoughts of Thomas L. Friedman and his book The World is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty Century, we are starting to learn how to use technology, specifically the power of the internet to activate a series of economical, artistically and participatory elements to improve the quality of life of the neighbors in Mott Park (please read the interventions using internet).

 

We have to remember that more than anything, we are human beings, and that to survive and thrive like children, we have to have strong attachments to other human being. Neighborhoods, good neighborhoods could provide that.

 

We know that we will not eradicate  all the racial tensions or bring the economy to a complete turn over, nor make all the neighbors to buy in our ideas. Yet, we are counting that in moving a lot of them into our side, we will tip the epidemic of “liking Mott Park: in our favor.

 

Finally, we are (I am) ego-free. We are not here for the glory of our names but the success of our projects.

We will be monitoring our decisions and evaluating our outcomes, for what we want more than anything is success in tangible ways. In another words, we want numbers that translate our efforts into reality. We want numbers in our association, more volunteers, more home owners, and more sense of well being.

 

Thank you for inviting me to share all the challenges we have identified with our neighborhood community and how we are working to impact those positive changes. The Ruth Mott Foundation’s involvement would be great opportunity to further strengthen our ability to improve our neighborhood and could potentially open to a “Partnership Model” that could be used to revitalize every neighborhood in Flint.

 

We, at the Mott Park Neighborhood Association welcome any additional input of challenges and solutions that the Foundations identifies.

 

Thank you very much, and I hope we will continue working together,

 

Marta

 

Life is made of vignettes of little moments

That happens in particular places.

Mott Park has embraced our hearts

And we will be grateful forever

MWT

 

 

 

The day started quite well for my birthday. We have gone to fencing in Troy and to celebrate that special moment, the children have planned some activities at Summerset Mall for me. With the excuse of my birthday, there were the necessary visit to the Lego Store, one to Starbuck cafe, and probably a short visit to Claire, and if time was available, one stop to their all-time favorite store Apple Computers.

The morning started with excitement because my son had a coupon for the Lego store and my daughter knowing how much I like coffee had decided to buy me a coffee cup at Starbuck café as a present.

Simple and ordinary isn’t it? Well, what I did not know is that even in the most expensive mall in Michigan I was about to learn a profound lesson in human behavior and value, and that it was related to Mott Park.

We parked in front of Macy’s and walked the main aisle toward the center of the mall. I have already asked my children which Starbuck café they wanted to go, and they told me off course the one next to the skylights, at the center of the mall. Yet, when we approached the stairs of the first floor of Macy’s I changed my mind and told the children that I wanted to go upstairs. Macy’s has a set of white plates (STAKK) that we use at home, and I wanted to buy the small coffee cups.

As we took the mechanical escalator, we were received to a well manicure place full of beautiful artifacts. Arranged in the way that only Macys know how to, it made your eyes jump from place to place with delight. My children and I wondered from here to there admiring everything.

The first floor of Macy is where affluent housewives and well-to-do girls do their wedding Registry, and so, with big business everything is classy and in the right place meticulously arranged. Diligent employees keep things pristine to encourage good sales. The affluent clients demand beauty, and great customer service. They have power and you can see that Macy’s make everything possible to make them happy.

I love to go to places that appreciate beauty and so going to Summerset is a treat for the architect eye. Macys is one of my favorite stores (probably because when I was in Atlanta the first department store I visited with frequency was Macy’s on Peachtree street in downtown Atlanta). And I love Macy’s because it tries to maintain something of another time that is to slow down and enjoy your experience of shopping one good thing of quality- that is very much the old European education I have from my father.

As we moved from aisle to aisle looking for the plates (we ended-up buying ice cream bowls),  and admiring the chocolates and every possible gadget and toy ready for Easter, I saw something unusual that looked out of place. It was a clearance area of Christmas gift out of place and abandoned or in another words rejected.  The perfect order of Macys made the exhibit more grotesque.

The set of toys, i-phone gadgets combined with chocolates boxes that had the Christmas colors and newly married black-shirts and umbrellas piled in no order looked messy and out-of-place. It bothered me for some reason that I could not ping-point. The items had the same quality as when they were made, and yet something profound has happened.

The kids went around touching every possible toy and because the prices were less expensive, they asked for everything to buy. After all, these were cheap things, good deals. For a moment, I have the notion that the rules have relaxed around us and that the children we allowed to play and touch everything at please, even destroy them. Why did I notice that? Because on the first floor of Macys where the Fine China, stemware, cocktail and whiskey glasses are, the children have to walk carefully, and do not touch things. As a matter of fact, one of those old retired ladies that seem to have been librarians in another life approached my son when he wanted to open a porcelain ceramic tea pot, and in a very controlled soft voice told him NO.

However, in the Clearance section, a place where those “old precise ladies were looking but not looking,” everything counted. Why? The answer was because the objects have lost their value.

Yes, they were cute and attractive, but they were discarded and so, even in Macy’s at Summerset, we humans were behaving badly different. We would take things, look at them, and put them in wherever place with complete disregard of the items, just because those objects, in our mind, have lost appeal.

Just like us, the Summerset mommies that are very proper were as careless as we. And so, the toys or Ipad gadgets, or umbrellas which in their prime time costs between 50 or 60 dollars where just garbage waiting to be discarded.

And so, I decided to do a quick experiment and organized everything in their place, to see if people would behave differently (while I was doing that, I was thinking that the security looking thru the hanging cameras would make of my behavior). And viola, things calmed down. Everybody was more careful. I have restored order and in doing that, I sent the message that the objects were on discount, but have not been abandoned. Somebody was taking care of them. Somebody was telling them that this object have some value.

And that it is exactly what a changing neighborhood is. We have moved to the clearance section in Genesee County, and everything, our streets, our homes, our neighborhood stores have lost the value. On top of that when everything lost value, we humans, behave accordingly with complete disregard of neatness, other neighbors, the park, the houses.

See, Mott Park, in essence is the same, the wonderful houses that are solid and beautiful inside, the park that would be an envy of people in Chicago or Atlanta, the river, and the golf course, the curve streets that give a wonderful appeal have lost value. Everything has changed. Why?

Because in a clearance or change neighborhood, we excuse us to do things that we would not do on other places. If a shirt is on the floor, we do not take the time to put it back on the rack, beside nobody is there to tell us how to behave. And that is us in Mott Park.

And so, when a week or two has passed and the prices have gone done Macys’ will take everything in a bundle and sell it to a discount store for nothing…. Exactly what is happening in Flint. People from California are buying houses in a bundle for nothing, and rent them, to poor people with complete disregard or respect.

I have passed countless times in front of clearance racks, and never thought this way, but the contrast of everything so beautiful while we behaving to our best, and then coming to that corner and became distasteful rude customers with nobody to say a thing. It was incredible!

Our neighborhoods, and Glendale Hills, and every neighborhood North of Flushing and now Mott Park have gone to the same change of behavior.

And when the process is nearly complete, and your value has gone to nothing, you have lost all your rights. Your dignity is out of the door. That is how we treat poor people in Flint and some of them, the angry ones turn around and rob us and kill us.

Poor people in Flint are considered ignorant, incapable, dangerous,  something that we mistrust for even in Macys there is a clearance rack of the unfortunate objects that did not find owners, and are treated like second class citizens.

When the changing neighborhood started, and the devaluation became, little things deteriorating and losing ownership, it was subtle. The landscape outside Tim Horton’s store located on Flushing and Ballenger became dirtier (I wrote letters to the main company asking to treat all of us customers, the ones on Flint like the ones in Flint Township, and Fenton the same, but nothing was done).

Then, came the new pawnshop that replaced the old leather store on Ballenger, and we went one notch down- the neighborhood was free market for crime. Simultaneously, The Orchand Lane Manor that were beautiful brick townhomes became an abandoned looking property exactly the same as the clearance rack. There were not maintenance available and because the rental were poor people, nobody care (I was distributing the route of Orchand Lane street and I would talk to the renters and they would tell me how bad they we treated. Now, that I want to share more information with you about Orchand Lane Manors, I can’t. There is not much information on the city taxes nor on the Piper Management Group, so I could not tell you if the apartment belong to them- the Pipper company).

As the neighborhood deteriorated because more poor people came, the behavior of the rest of the people deteriorated too. Like the clearance rack the rental owners (because the fleeing of the neighborhood created a market for flippers) treated rentals very bad (and it is doing it now), including Orchand Lane Manor owners. The porches were not repaired, or the lights were not changes, or the roofs were not cleaned, and another notched went down in quality. Then, the Golf course closed and the windows of the main house were broken and vandalism started spreading in the neighborhood. And graffiti started to appear on walls.

Now, that we are at the end of the rope, even respectable business like Diplomat Pharmacy treat us like second class citizens. In the Flint store, on Ballenger, there are more cameras and security personnel that vitamins- the environment is of mistrust and negative, and all the things that made that pharmacy a community place has become a dispenser of pills for poor people or chronic ill. But the worst keep coming because the new pharmacy that is in front of Diplomat treat as like poor liquor store customers, and give us the medication thru a protected top to bottom bullet proof glass walls. I went last week and could not believe my eyes!

Are we trash already?

See, I have been fighting the destructive changing neighborhood trends since I became the president of the neighborhood long time ago, and I am out of pleasantries.

I need everybody that care to clean, to put order, to send the message that we are not the clearance rack for Genesee County. Yes, we have African Americans in our neighborhood, and yes, we have a valuable neighborhood because we care to stand the trends, the prejudices, the market, the flippers, the old traditions that die old.

If not, what is left is the cold angry mob of disposed young 18-25 poor most of them males that will kill us for a penny. We will be the conduct of all their brutality turn to us.

I am ready to do whatever it takes to change Genesee County. Did I offend you? I am sorry. This is the future of my children.

Thanks,

Want to work for change? Stop and collect trash and in doing so, you are sending to the world the message that you are more than your circumstances.

 

Thanks,

Marta

“Poverty is not a shame,

but the being ashamed of it is.”

English proverb

The shame of being poor and violent percolates like heavy perspiration on a summer day. The suffocating feeling that life is a pressure cooker in the city of Flint can be summoned by one employee of the banks whose job is to photographs foreclosure homes. He told me that one police officer advice him to go early in the morning  to the poor sections of town because in the middle of the day, anger is so high that you could get kill like a fly.

Escaping from Flint to the cabins up North is not only a ritual but a measure of sanity to an environment that is toxic all the way. The media sell front page copies of pictures of coffin – with the same look-alike poses of their friends crying. The variation could be a grandmother or a mother hugging a friend. And TVs follows the same format making the events more sinister interviewing friends or neighbors of the victims.

If having a cabin up North is not a possibility, there is plenty of alcohol to calm the sorrow of living in a place where life is as cheap as it gets, especially if you are poor, and male. Because if you are poor, male, and African-American, the chances to die young or go to prison for life, are your future more sure than finishing high school.

The sorrow of alcohol is present at all corners where liquor stores sell hard liquor for fast effect. In a city with less than 90.000 residents there according to the MLive –  there is 166 active licenses, or one license for every 617 residents http://www.mlive.com/news/flint/index.ssf/2012/01/flints_alcohol_problem_per_cap.html

Adding to the misery of poverty and violence, Flint provides countless sources of material for jokes and burlesque comparisons and is ever-present with a derogatory image on comedy circuits and late night talk shows. Flint is the ugly duckling that nobody wants to play with. It is the official bully town by everybody to make fun off. “You are from Flint?” “Why did you move from Atlanta to come here?” people look at me with incredulous eyes while asking the same question.

And so, to stop the suffering of one more killing, or one more failure (poor people have lower marks in education, ability to find jobs, computer literacy, etc), everybody objectified the poor and the violent. All the dialogues are about them like a distant place, so their leprosy does not touch us.

The shame is so deeply embedded because America, after all, is the richest country in the world and …”the land of the free and the home of the brave.”  America who feels the need to intervene in all the broken democracies around the world, is the same country that doesn’t know what to do with poverty.

The masses that voted Obama saw in him the hope that he as an African-American that has arrived to power will do something for poverty in America, something radical that will erase the shame, but it did not happen; not in America not in Flint. And so, what it is left, is this horrible feeling of being a failure, a feeling that is also embedded in all the commercials and all the cool people and cool places that  …. YOU ARE NOT LIKE US PRETTY PEOPLE. YOU ARE POOR, VIOLENT, UGLY, UNEDUCATED, AND FROM FLINT.

So, until we are ready to talk about poverty, to take the shame and see WHY are we as a city in the place we are. Until we accept poverty for what it is, we will never move ahead, and will continue , burning our shame one houses after another, until nothing is left and shame as taken everything.

So, when in conversations  people jokingly mention  “FLINT as the murder capital of the USA” like something that is happening not to them but to others , they have moved to bystander  on bullying the Flint because their shame is enormously big. They do not want to see themselves associated with the Flint that is poor and violent.

Bystanders are the third group of players in the tragedy of bully.

They are the supporting cast who aid and abet the bully through

Acts of omission and commission. They can stand idly by or look away,

Or they can actively encourage the bully or join in and

Become one of a bunch of bullies. Whatever the choice,

There is a price to pay…bystanders  at risk of becoming

Desensitized to cruelty…

The Bully, the bullied, and

The Byestander

by Barbara Coloso

Until next time think of poverty as something that happens, that is not something to shameful about. And that would be a good start!

Marta