Detroit, Michigan, USA
The questions pondered by many for quite some time is 'What will it take to turn around Detroit?" The unexpected answer, "A zombie apocalypse."
Alright, my name is Tanji Jones. I was living at 8-Mile and Woodward, on the Detroit side. I have never been more proud to call myself a Detroiter. In case you didn't hear, The UN Postwar Commission lauded Detroit for "heroic efforts and overall bravery in the face of impending death." I know, that's a mouthful. I'm reading it directly from one of the plaques they gave us, I mean really, a plaque. Because a plaque is really what you need as a reward for killing some scanky walkers. Come on, that commission needs to get with the times and stop wasting manpower and other resources on foolishness. We already know we that deal, we don't need a plaque to validate that.
Everyone knows that Philly may still have the official title as the 'City of Brotherly Love", but Philly fell apart when the outbreak reached them. It was every man for himself. That brotherly love was thrown out the window faster than a dealer flushing the goods on a drug bust. I'm not sure if Philly even exists anymore. But Detroit, Detroit made it happen. Detroit was on-point with the resistance. We was on some Sarah Connor, Terminator type stuff with what we did. The call for solidarity went out and it was answered by every neighborhood. It's a reason why unions stayed so strong in Detroit. We used that teamster attitude to survive.
Thank you Facebook, Instagram, Vine, Buzzfeed, and all that other stuff that helped us to do what we did. We used that Seattle, Silicone Valley stuff to shine in the Midwest. Detroit used social media to form an alliance that stood strong. The stockpiled guns of drug dealers and every CCW authorized person was a salvation. I'm not trying to say that we were greater than the Israeli/Palestinian beef being squashed, but we was up there. I guess we can finally thank Ronald Regan for helping to arm the drug dealers in the 80's because that fire power was still around. I mean, who knew that a city with such declining population, had such a high population of guns. It was ridiculous. All said and done, counts taken and stats calculated, there was a ratio of 1 to 10. Yup, one to ten, it was ten guns for every one person. Them zombies didn't have a chance.
Phase one in the resistance in the D. Okay, Detroit is known as The D in case you didn't know. So, whatever, just know, it's The D. We lined the cars up bumper to bumper around the city. So, down 8-Mile and every other major road bordering the city as used as part of the barricade. Once barricaded, scouts were sent out into the surrounding suburbs for search and rescue missions to offer protection to those communities. But, they had to come into the city to get this protection. Many of those residents said no thanks, even though they had no protection in their own city. They were still afraid from the riots back in the 60's.
Believe it or not, Michigan is more segregated than the dirty south. So, there is still a lot of people who was teaching they kids not to even come into Detroit because it was too dangerous. Well, that attitude was the death of many a people. Can you believe that it was some people that would rather die than to come into our chocolate city. I don't even get that. I can't understand that type of thinking. Fortunately, it wasn't everybody. We was on some serious Kum Bay Ah singing, hand holding, gun toting stuff. We came together and made it happen.
I'm not gone say it was all gravy, but, we made it our own type of melting pot, but we did it on our own terms.