Detroit Research Volume 1
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I’ve been living in the same building for twelve years now – my bed plopped down in the midst of<br />
what has become an indoor junkyard of dismantled installations. This is the longest I’ve ever lived in<br />
one place. And a lot has changed during that time. <strong>Detroit</strong> has been through an economic collapse,<br />
an auto industry bailout, a multi-faceted government corruption scandal, an emergency financial<br />
manager, and many other problematic storylines that make it easy for lifelong residents to remain<br />
jaded.<br />
Yet, despite a continual drop in population, the inner city is gaining new residents from all over the<br />
world. It’s more diverse and integrated than I’ve ever known it. I can’t keep up with all of the new<br />
coffeehouses and start-up businesses. Community gardens are everywhere. The press and media<br />
consistently focus on <strong>Detroit</strong>’s transition from decaying auto capital into burgeoning artist Mecca.<br />
And there’s something intangibly different: an energy shift. Nostalgic memories of the heydays are<br />
fading away, but so are the rock-bottom memories of the last decades, and people are focusing on<br />
the future. It’s springtime as I write this; I’m surrounded by change.<br />
Still, I can hear the cacophony of a metal-filled grocery cart being slammed over the potholes of my<br />
alley in the middle of the night – just as often as I did twelve years ago.<br />
Same alley. Same scrappers. Same middleman. Well, not the same exact guys – except for<br />
Country, who passes by every now and then. But the routine is still there, and the metal<br />
is still coming from somewhere. Anywhere, in fact, they can find it. As I read my account<br />
from 10 years ago, much like reading an old diary, it’s striking how different some<br />
things are these days. Many of the buildings I listed are gone. If they’re still around, they are<br />
stripped clean, and they just aren’t squatted by scrappers anymore. You’ll find more urban<br />
explorers in abandoned buildings than homeless guys nowadays. In fact, so many people have<br />
flocked to photograph <strong>Detroit</strong> in the last decade, a new term was coined: ruin porn. Guys like<br />
Country are disappearing, too. Junkmen from a different time, I suppose. Younger men,<br />
hustling along, sometimes in groups, have replaced most of the older cart pullers. Crews<br />
with nice tools seem to play by a different set of rules than those old guys. Last winter, multiple<br />
bronze doors were stolen from the crypts of <strong>Detroit</strong>’s oldest cemeteries. Horrible.<br />
About a week ago, a scrapper died in a sewer, apparently killed while trying to rip out the wiring<br />
from beneath street lamps. That’s a new one. Though, going underground seems to be<br />
the next logical step, since sewer grates and manhole covers have been scrapped for years<br />
as well. Hell, my absolute piece-o-shit van was stolen for scrap last year. It feels a bit more like<br />
‘anything goes,’ these days.<br />
Epilogue<br />
Spring 2013, Ten Years later<br />
But I guess that’s the natural cycle at work. As the city grows and renews in many pockets,<br />
the scrappers continue to evolve with it. It’s a kind of balance. Maybe even a fight. One of the<br />
most telling examples of this dynamic happened while I was building a pyramid inside the<br />
long vacant Fisher Body Plant 21 (where else would one build a pyramid). A group of scrappers<br />
were cutting down huge galvanized pipes from the ceiling using gas-powered saws,<br />
when suddenly the saws stopped, and all of the men got quiet. When I asked what was up,<br />
one of the guys pointed out that the entire building was currently being re-fenced by city<br />
workers. We were being fenced in. So... I got the hell out of there. The next day, I came back to see<br />
if I could still get inside FB21 and continue my project. Yep. I could. No problem. Not only did this<br />
band of gas-powered scrappers escape the newly fenced building with their metal – they scrapped<br />
the new chain link fence, too. Cut it off, rolled it all up, and drove away.<br />
The more things change, the more they stay the same.