The New York Chronicles: Life and the Times of the Roker
Thursday, April 10th, 2008Entry 1: Last Call for Ol’ Buick City
I walk through a withered beaten road. I walk because there’s no need to run and I haven’t had to run before. I walk, because no matter how far I go, the city of Flint is always with me. There are some things you can’t bury or put away. I take that with me wherever I go. I wear like a medal for my time served in urban warfare. From drug dealers to prostitutes, to boarded up crack houses, to laid off blue GM workers who can’t make their mortgage anymore.
Flint is the case study of the downfall of capitalism in the US. Perhaps the American Dream isn’t here. I’m sure when the Buick T-model was built, the people behind it had hope. They hoped that a dream would become a reality. People of the city would see prosperous times. We did. When I was younger downtown was vibrant. There were shopping centers all around. In the winter people would ice skate in an arena downtown. It was a nice and safe place to raise children.
Fast forward to 2008, most of those areas are now part of the ghetto, no one has ice skated in downtown flint for more than 20 years now, the roads are filled with pot holes, we’re one of the most violent cities in America, and our mayor is a joke beyond comprehension. It’s sad that I have to leave. Sad because I feel like a captain who’s abandoning his ship. Flint was never the Titanic by any stretch of the imagination but it’s still home.
There’s a something in me that wants the “underdog” to succeed. I’ve been here for most of my life (thank god I live outside the BAD areas), but I guess leaving home and starting anew is something my father had to do as well, but for different reasons. Flint and Michigan, I bid you farewell. Thanks for the harsh lessons of life. Now the next chapter of my life starts in NYC.







