Diversity Is Strength! It’s Also . . . Devil’s Night in Detroit

Paul Kersey, VDARE, October 30, 2012

There are few ways to test the health of your community better than by seeing how well a holiday is celebrated by your neighbors. Last year, we asked if you if your city could pass the Trick-or-Treating test for Halloween, knowing that only parents living in an actual community—one with high social capital—would feel comfortable sending their children out into the night to ask neighbors for candy.

Remember, Harvard sociologist Robert Putnam found that the cities with the highest percentage of social capital/trust were those that were the least “diverse”—i.e. the most homogeneous.

Now imagine you live in a city that, presumably, should have high social capital—90 percent of the inhabitants are of the same race. But instead, that city’s government has to issue an “emergency temporary ordinance that requires anyone attempting to buy gasoline in cans to provide identification, and a 6 p.m. curfew for youths younger than 18,” from October 29 through Halloween night. [Detroit Angels’ Night patrols ready to go, UPI, 10-26-12]. The minor’s parent or guardian will also be issued a parent responsibility violation ticket. [Detroit’s Devil’s Night curfew, gas ordinance to stay enforced during storm conditions, By Eric Lacy, Mlive.com , October 30, 2012]

Yes, we’re taking about 90 percent black Detroit. On “Devil’s Night” (October 30), the good citizens of Detroit have taken to torching abandoned buildings and long-idle commercial real estate.

Ze’ev Chafets wrote the still-definitive account of the terror that strikes the Motor City every Halloween eve in his 1991 book Devil’s Night: And Other True Tales of Detroit:

I vaguely remembered Devil’s Night. When I was a kid growing up in Pontiac, a grimy industrial clone of Detroit ten miles north of the city, it had been a time of harmless pranks—window soaping, doorbell ringing and rolls of toilet paper in the neighbor’s trees. But it had been twenty years since I lived there, and a lot of things had changed. One of them was Devil’s Night.

Three years earlier, in 1983, for reasons no-one understands, America’s sixth largest city suddenly erupted into flame. Houses, abandoned buildings, even unused factories burned to the ground in an orgy of arson that lasted for seventy-two hours. When it was over the papers reported more than 800 fires. Smoke hung over the city for weeks.

Even my friend’s dramatic description did not prepare me for what I saw that night. On the streets of Detroit I could sense the same rush of energy, the same sense of excitement that always accompanies nocturnal action. Police helicopters circled overhead and fire trucks, sirens blaring, raced form one conflagration to another. Cops guarded the firemen as they fought the flames. It was only when I saw the faces of the neighborhood people, mostly older blacks with long coats over their bathrobes, standing grimly on their porches, armed with shotguns and garden hoses, protecting their property, that I realized this was no homecoming rally; on Devil’s Night, they use homes for kindling.

My friend’s car was equipped with a police-band radio, and as he drove from fire to fire he gradually became the leader of a motorcade. At every stop, people gawked at the flames and passed around bottles of whiskey and thermos caps of steaming coffee. The suburbanites talked with bittersweet nostalgia about their old neighborhoods in Detroit, pointed to childhood sites now sunk into decrepitude and shook their heads. The message was tacit but unmistakable—Look at what they’re doing to our city. “

In 1954, the city was 76 percent white. Black population growth came courtesy of the “Great Migration” of blacks from the South. In 1940, before World War II defense plants led to the migration, Detroit was 90 percent white.

Perhaps in honor of the “great revolution”—disgraced former mayorKwame Kilpatrick’s term for the July 23, 1967 black riot in Detroit, which left 43 dead, 467 injured, 7,2000 arrested, more than 2,000 buildings torched and essentially ended white rule in Detroit—the children and grandchildren of the victors in effect reenact their triumph every Halloween eve.

Life Magazine headlined its typical liberal Main Stream Media cover story celebration of that year’s riots Negro Revolt: The Flames Spread (August 4, 1967). That has proved unwittingly prescient.

In the 1994 movie The Crow, Hollywood took on the annual Devil’s Night torching of Detroit, featuring one of its favorite casting tricks—rarely found in real life— the multi-racial gang. The central plot trope: a white drug lord controlling three white and one black arsonist directs the flow of organized crime in the city.

As usual, Hollywood did not quite capture the essence of this uniquely black celebration. Chafets put it best: “Look at what they’re doing to our city.”

In a city completely controlled by black politicians and totally reliant on tax revenue from a black population that seems to have trouble sustaining a First World economy (even when inherited, as in the case of Detroit) it could be only a matter of time before money to pay for public services like firemen, and the police necessary to protect them, dries up.

Just a few weeks ago, Detroit police held an “Enter at Your Own Risk” rally in front of Comerica Park before a Tigers baseball game [Enter At Your Own Risk: Police Union Says ‘War-Like’ Detroit Is Unsafe For Visitors, CBS Detroit, 10-6-2012]. Just a few months ago, an emergency Federal grant/infusion of $22.5 million was needed to keep 164 Detroit firefighters on the job [Detroit Firefighters Layoffs Curbed Due To Federal SAFER Grant, More Help On The Way, Huffington Post, 7-9-2012].

Were David Duke suddenly in control of Hollywood, it would be impossible to script a more devastating polemic against black-majority rule than what has actually transpired in Detroit since both the “great revolution of 1967” and the election of Mayor Coleman Young in 1973. Toss in the reality of this black-fueled Devil’s Night, and you’d have the type of script that D.W. Griffith shot in The Birth of a Nation.

The sad reality is that Devil’s Night in Detroit represents nothing more than a funeral pyre for Western civilization.

Although Mitt Romney is a self-proclaimed “son of Detroit” he has evaded domestic issues like the descent of our major cities into urban misery. But we aren’t far away from the Republican Party being forced to confront the unmentionable reasons Detroit burns every Devil’s Night.

If it is to remain a viable national party, that is.

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  • lights mckay

    I can hear the disingenuous whining already…

    “but they’re not allll like that”
    Of course not.  But the racially insouciant church-lady conservatism of the baby boomer generation has to go.  There’s nothing left to conserve.  Not in Detroit anyway.  

    I can’t wait for the day when we can ask presidential candidates: “why does any majority-African US city look like… Africa?”

  • http://pulse.yahoo.com/_WP6FBJWJYEU7S6TMNJS5D2BB5M Luis

    Towards the end of the site, “The Ruins of Detroit”, there’s a passage that really struck a chord with me. It went something like this:

    “While conservatives raged about communism in some far-off land, they were silent about what was going on in America’s urban centers”.

    So true. They were more concerned about some fu****g rice-paddy republic, but had no plans for dealing with the major cities here at home.

  • FourFooted_Messiah

    Even back in the 1980s, there were so many abandoned houses and other buildings in Detroit, the fires were really a sort of civic service – houses that didn’t get torn down but should have been got burned for Devil’s Night.  The city got the hint after a few years, and started tearing down abandoned buildings every October.

    Really, the whole city should be put to the torch, and the grass and trees and wildlife allowed to return to the area.  It seems to be as if it has failed, utterly and completely.  What to do with the remaining residents?  I dunno, maybe they’d be happier in Zimbabwe or something,

    As for Haloween itself, it seems to be dying off too.  I live in an apartment building, but there are kids in it, and I expected them to come around; we even decorated the door as an invitation to trick or treaters.  We didn’t get a single one.  Even in small towns, I’d at least get one or two!

    • KD_Did

      I was thinking the same thing. Detroit is spending a large amount of money to raze old dilapidated buildings.  If they just let the “natives” do their thing it could all be taken care of cheaply. I have had occasion to visit Detroit many times as I have relatives in the area. It truly is amazing what has happened to a once great city. BTW Dearborn isnt far behind as it is a muslim run area now. Whites are being forced to run further and further from the epicenter of the destruction.

      • FourFooted_Messiah

         Yes, I have heard about Dearborn, and find it shocking.  But I think I know what happened there – when Arabs started coming to Detroit and opening shops, the blacks would specifcally target them.  They like Arabs less than they like us.  So I guess the Arabs all fled to Dearborn.

  • Gracchus123

    When one considers all that has been taken from us by “diversity”, it makes the blood boil. 

    Consider the treasure, the blood, the great cities, the safety, the lost personal opportunities (from affirmative action), the lost opportunities the welfare money could have gotten us (better infrastructure), and last but certainly not least, the freedom. How many wonderful walks in the once beautiful parks have you not taken for fear of assault? 

    The blood boils.

  • FourFooted_Messiah

     I did see some kids trick or treating at the houses across the street – I guess they just don’t go door to door in apartments.   The only time I never got any kids before was while living on an acreage up north, that was rather remote and secluded, a good 10 minute drive away from the nearst town (pop 400). 

    This city has only just started to “diversify” (according to the statitics, the Japanese were the biggest non-white, non-Native group here.   But that seems to be changing, as I see a lot of Somalis around, and the government just dumped several hundred Bhutanese “refugees” on us.

    Sigh.  I like to see the kids’ costumes, and be able to hand them candy without anyone getting weird about it.  Oh, well, mini candy bars and tootsie rolls for munchies for the next month, I guess, though I’m not that big into candy most of the time.

  • FourFooted_Messiah

     Yeah, that’s sad to hear …. especially if it’s older “kids” doing it; pranksterism was always a a part of halloween (the “trick” part), but it used to be reserved for the grumpy folks who didn’t do ANYTHING … and schools, of course.

    My husband was a school janitor for 14 years, in a small, mostly-white town (a few Filipinos and a couple of Chinese families have lived there for a while, but that’s about as diverse as that town of 1K gets.  He told me LOTS of Halloween stories, mostly about chasing potential soapers and eggers and TPers around the grounds while on his night shift, Mr Filch-style.)

    But, yes, your friend’s problem sounds a little different than that.