The flouting of Prohibition was so blatant that federal agents targeted the city and the Purple Gang for prosecution. According to Robert A. Rockaways book on Jewish gangsters, But He Was Good To His Mother, FBI agents dressed as Hasidic Jews attended a service at BNai David on the Day of Atonement, hoping some wanted Purple gangsters would show up. The feds cover was blown when they stepped outside to smoke cigarettes, which is strictly forbidden on the holiday."
Detroit was the first midwestern city to collapse into ruins, Ann Arbor is closest I'll go. Group A sure seems to have Group B marching in lockstep, though. Why can't "normal" people see the leashes?
''the messianic side of Americans can be tiresome.'' - Nicolas Sarkozy
Detroit was the first midwestern city to collapse into ruins, Ann Arbor is closest I'll go.
No guts, no glory. I went into Detroit on a regular basis to deliver to a produce house. I recall a story about one of our drivers who was there waiting to unload. He was parked on the street and some black woman comes up to the driver side door (It was nice weather and he had the truck off and the windows rolled down.) and starts talking to him.
At the same time her male companion was sneaking up from the right. All of a sudden, three guys came off the dock of the produce house and kicked the shit out of that black SOB and threw him in the middle of the busy street and left him there.
The driver asked those guys, "Hey, are you just going to leave him there?" The answer was, "Damn right. You know what he was going to do to you."
When that place first opened, they put out the word. Mess round over here and you will disappear. Everyone who worked there lived within 10 miles of the place. So they spread the word and there was seldom any trouble. Moral of the story: Don't mess with the outfit boys. I liked going there because they all worked hard and treated you right. And there was no discrimination of any sort.
Group A sure seems to have Group B marching in lockstep, though. Why can't "normal" people see the leashes?
"Find out just what the people will submit to and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them; and these will continue until they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress." Frederick Douglass, August 4, 1857
"Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value." Thomas Paine
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price." Vir Cotto, Babylon 5
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
It's a hard wind blows through the buildings and empty lots
As the corner of michigan and 31st waits in ruin
And the echoes of happy shoppers faded long, long, long ago
Back when chrysler, gm and ford went mad with greed
Oh, how we hoped it would turn out right
Going back to detroit
Kid could ride his bike through any neighborhood in town
No fear of getting jacked for his sneakers
Drive-bys only happened to the purple gang
Back before the rebellion of '67
Still we dreamed it could turn out right
Movin back to detroit
Drove down from st. claire, took all night
Going back to detroit
From east grand boulevard to michigan and 31st
Over to livernois and warren
And then the upper duplex of elmer and mcgraw street
And then the big move to our own whole house in lincoln park
Which shattered into a rental in taylor
And the endless search for the great good place
Was redeemed by the power of loud electric guitars
Up the river it's all forests and secret trails
And forts and swamps and dogs and boats
And the day held a million adventures for a boy of seven
But that was before the time of later ghosts
Lost paradise left behind
Huck finn hits the steets and the neon light
Hope against hope it'll turn out right
Going back to detroit.
Drove down from algonac, took all night
Going back to detroit
I cant walk you out in the morning dew, buckeye, I'm sorry.
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
Grateful Dead Live at Polo Field, Golden Gate Park on 1967-01-14 (January 14, 1967)
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I thought I heard a young man morn today.
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I cant walk you out in the morning dew today.
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
#38. To: buckeye, Jethro Tull, who knows what evil, James Deffenbach (#37)
Nazareth - Morning Dew
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness. - T. S. Eliot