July 2018

I really enjoyed reading How to Kill a City. Entering this program, gentrification was a term I had heard but wasn’t very familiar with. I had heard about it from the side of gentrifiers who look at it from an economic and business perspective, the common refrain ‘how can bringing jobs and money to an […]

Since I’ve already spoken about my favorite weekly activity (the Juneteenth event), I will speak on my second favorite one, the panel at the Historical Museum. I loved everything about this event. Although I didn’t particularly like the opinions/views of one panelist (I’m sure you could guess which one), I still believe that them being

Throughout the program, my favorite group meetings have definitely been the ones that have involved history! History has always intrigued me and has remained one of my favorite subjects since elementary school. Not only is it simply interesting and cool to learn about, but it is such an important thing that I wish everyone valued as

Hey, I apologize for the late submission of my week seven blog post, due to camp volunteer activities this past week. Anyways let’s get to the topic at hand, our girls’ night in Windsor! This magical night happened in the beginning weeks of our internship when we really needed a night to cut loose. So, a

Through most of our group meetings and events, I learned how to discuss Detroit and its current events with much more insight, so I’ve gained the ability to take a strong standpoint on what I believe in in issues I once knew very little about. For instance, I didn’t know that some of the Detroit

This week, we went to the Detroit Historical Museum for their Third Thursday event, which was entitled “A Tale of Two Cities”. I honestly didn’t know what to expect going in, but was utterly surprised by the intensity and sophistication of the conversation. The panelists played very different, but vital roles in the conversation/issue, with

Can a city exist where there is not a distinct dichotomy: Desolation Row and Pleasantville? I have thought a lot about our conversations surrounding regentrification in Detroit, and the more I do, the more helpless I feel. Here are a few moments that have crossed my mind. ~As of late, I’ve been walking to work,

When I read the prompt for this blog post, I simultaneously knew exactly what I wanted to write about, and was hesitant to do so. Although I could share why I felt this way now, it might make more sense to just tell the story. For some background, there’s a community member who works at

My most formative experience of this summer so far has definitely been the time that someone asked me if I was Racist. The conversation was fairly short, but the lessons were not. The question came from one of my co-workers, he had approached me and asked me if I was willing to talk to him.

It was a Friday night, and the end to an unkind week. I was the kind of tired that let my body pour into my pillow at 6:45, and that even made checking my notifications seem an arduous task. Just before closing my eyes for the night I remembered a Praise and Worship event I had