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Poem introduction

This poem grew out of my return to Detroit - the City where I grew up - after the riots on 1967. Called 'The Race Riots' in the press, called 'The Great Rebellion' by the City itself. It was during the Vietnam war, we were fighting two racial wars - one in American cities, and one in South East Asia. And as I went back to the City I discovered, in the language of that day, that I was part of the problem, not part of the solution. I was now middle-aged, I was middle-class and I was white. And I was to some degree, just overwhelmed.

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