On Tuesday Sept. 12th, a march was held in the streets of Detroit. About 200 protesters gathered at Grand Circus Park on the corner of Adams and Woodward Ave.
Organized by the National Action Network (NAN) and Metro-Detroit Political Action Network (MDPAN), the groups came together with a unified message: Detroit does not belong to the highest bidder, it belongs to the people.
The conflict was brought to national attention when Kid Rock was announced as the first performer at the new Little Caesars Arena. Already surrounded by talks of gentrification, by having an artist who has repetitively used Confederate flags as backdrops in his shows, to many, it felt like a slap in the face. Kid Rock might represent Detroit to the owners of the new arena, but to the marchers, he represents what is wrong with it.
The “Russell Alexander Alger Memorial Fountain” in Grand Circus Park.
Attorney Tracey M. Martin prepares to march.
I call this one “White People Ruin Everything.”
Members of NAN give speeches and prayers before the march.
“We come, Father. Give us the patience…give us the courage to continue to stand.”
“We have come to send a message. We will not be disrespected.”
Detroit’s new Q-Line passes a booing crowd. The quote featured on the side is from Rosa Parks.
The crowd started marching on Woodward around 6:00pm, closing all but one lane.
“No Peace, No Pizza!” they shouted, prompting a boycott against Little Caesars, the corporate sponsor of the arena.
“Whose City?? Our City!”
Schools! Not Stadiums! Water! Not Stadiums!
A protester yells at hecklers on top of Hockeytown Cafe.
After marching up and down Woodward, the march ended back at Grand Circus Park with a closing prayer and call to action.
After pausing for a moment at Grand Circus Park, many of the younger protesters decided to go back to the stadium against police orders.
“The Cops and the Klan Go Hand-In-Hand,” they chanted. They moved around the police barrier and crossed the bridge to the stadium.
Protesters gathered outside the entrance and ridiculed attendees as they walked in.
An officer surrounded by a jeering crowd.
The New Detroit.
That’s it. I know I usually write more, but I’m just going to let the pictures speak for themselves this time. Also, I’m tired.