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My Uncle Gunshot

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One Christmas, my Uncle Herbert came to visit. Sweeping in from Detroit, he parked a beautiful Chevy in our driveway, and sailed through our front door laden with presents for everybody. 

From http://www.flickr.com/photos/52900873@N07/7367279998/: 61 Chevrolet Bel Air
61 Chevrolet Bel Air by DVS1mn
Bounding into the living room with a fat cigar belching smoke in his wake, he barked a happy greeting to his brother, threw the packages on our couch, and wrapped his arms around my mom as he said, "Now, where are the meatballs!" My mom waved away the cigar smoke, laughed and pointed to the sideboard where no fewer than twenty-five Swedish delicacies were waiting for the man we affectionately called Uncle Gunshot.

My uncle earned his name the hard way. But that will become plain later, and he had no regrets about the choices he made that led to his surprising moniker. What you need to know first is that Uncle Herbert loved America. Most of all he loved living in Detroit. "The greatest city in the world," he called it. Given how he got there, I can understand why.

Before Sweden adopted a more humane approach to government, in the 1950's for example, living in small-town Sweden could be a stultifying experience. Now, please keep in mind that I am reporting here. These are the characterizations shared with me by my father who, you may remember from other posts, left Sweden because it was not the greatest place for him to grow up.

Anyway, my Uncle Evert was dad's older brother. And he was a bit at loose ends as he left school. Not the best student, he didn't seem to settle into a job. Instead, he was most famous for running with a pack of boys who very effectively stole apples from other people's apple trees, and performed similar acts of mischief when they felt necessary. To cope with my Uncle Evert, one of the more recidivist pranksters, the little town's leaders met and decided they would take up a collection to send Evert to America. They cast about for a town that would fit his exuberant personality, one where a Swede they knew would be willing to sponsor him, and finally decided to send him to Detroit. They thought of it as a punishment. For Evert it proved to be the exact opposite.

You see, Uncle Evert later told me that he got into so much trouble back in Sweden because the culture there had already written him off. A boy from a poor family with not the best grades in school, Evert just wasn't able to compete for one of the few scarce jobs the city dangled in front of its young men. You see, it's not just America that tolerates a high unemployment rate in order to enable business owners to employ only the most prized workers. So Evert had directed his initiative in ways that pleased him and frustrated the city elders.

Uncle Evert was blessed to arrive in Detroit at the height of its glory. The city was booming. From http://www.flickr.com/photos/24029425@N06/8240930219/: Cadillac Square from City Hall looking east towards county building, Detroit, Mich.
Cadillac Square from City Hall looking east towards county building, Detroit, Mich. by Boston Public Library
Evert marveled at its city thoroughfares laid out like the spokes of a wheel. When my dad drove to visit my uncle the first time, Evert said, "Just follow any major artery. They'll all take you to the city's center. I'll meet you downtown." Detroit was pulsing with the success of its auto plants, with its parts plants, with its manufacturers of all kinds. Evert quickly decided on a career as a house painter and helped all the working class and middle class folks who wanted to make their homes and apartment buildings shine with the city's success.

But it wasn't Detroit's economic prosperity that Evert loved. He was to remain in the city even when times got very tough indeed. No, what Evert loved were the city's people.

From http://www.flickr.com/photos/54621517@N08/8102204474/: Ugandans dance to Mahogany Jones- LIVE music at the National Theatre
Ugandans dance to Mahogany Jones- LIVE music at the National Theatre by U.S. Mission Uganda
 

As a boy who'd known only Caucasian Swedes, and pretty conservative ones at that, Evert loved all the races and nationalities that flocked to Detroit. He said this rich and complicated culture was what made Detroit so amazing. The crazy quilt that was Detroit kept Evert happily fascinated for the rest of his life. Even after he earned his nickname.

One evening on his way home from work, he saw an elderly woman get her purse snatched. Ignoring the warning shouts of his friends, Evert sprinted after the purse-snatcher and ripped the purse out of his hands. Unfortunately, the young man had a pistol, which he shot at Evert and then ran away. Evert ended up in the hospital, luckily with only a flesh wound, but his nickname stuck forever. Uncle Gunshot just laughed about his adventure. "The city was having a tough time when that happened," he said. Then he added more soberly, "That guy just wanted to eat. But so did that woman. And she didn't have a pistol. I couldn't just leave her there."

Uncle Gunshot passed away over a decade ago. He never left Detroit. He never lost his love for the place, though he experienced its steady decline. I am glad that he didn't read the news this morning.

Today's U.S. newspapers report the city of Detroit has filed for bankruptcy. The metropolis can not handle its $18 billion debt. Approximately 38 cents of every city dollar goes toward loan interest payments. If Detroit hadn't declared bankruptcy, the percentage of its money devoted to interest was expected to rise to 65 cents per dollar in just four years. http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-0719-detroit-bankruptcy-20130719,0,7289375.story?page=2 .

From http://www.flickr.com/photos/7201771@N03/7980614929/: GRAFFITI FACTORY 2
GRAFFITI FACTORY 2 by lundgrenphotography

Ever wonder what it would be like to struggle in a failing European country like Greece or Spain? Just move to Detroit. While what some call third-world conditions have existed in pockets of U.S. cities for decades--remember the slums of the 60's and the race riots that swept the nation?--we have ignored these neighborhoods of misery until we now have entire U.S. cities that are being thrown away. Stockton, CA. San Bernardino, CA. And now Detroit.

But wait. It's not the entire city that's being thrown away. Thanks to supply-chain economics, corporations with the means have reduced expenses and increased profits by moving overseas to cheaper labor markets, or have out-sourced significant percentages of their component manufacturing to overseas factories, thereby cutting the cost of their products. So some corporations have escaped Detroit's fate. Got to love those economic concepts. They're so good at masking the reality of suffering that accompanies such business approaches.

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Sandra holds a B.S. in theatre, and an M.A. in theatre criticism from Illinois State University. Her M.F.A. is from the Professional Actor Training Program at the Old Globe Theatre--University of San Diego. She also recently completed a Paralegal (more...)
 
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All comments are welcome, especially from any firs... by Sandra Lindberg on Saturday, Jul 20, 2013 at 11:12:05 AM
yes, I guess that's part of what's happening as th... by Rob Kall on Saturday, Jul 20, 2013 at 11:16:26 AM
I could not agree with you more. The gap between t... by Sandra Lindberg on Saturday, Jul 20, 2013 at 12:44:30 PM
The US will not change -- not change at all --- un... by Peter Hindrup on Saturday, Jul 20, 2013 at 7:17:13 PM
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