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“Detroit” Tells the Story it Set Out To Tell – And That’s Enough

Still from the film "Detroit." Photo courtesy of Annapurna Pictures.

Still from the film “Detroit.” Photo courtesy of Annapurna Pictures.

 


Detroit the movie is not trying to be Detroit the city. Failure to understand this distinction lies behind some of the most vocal criticism I’ve seen of the film.

In the Detroit neighborhood where I grew up, the window signs began popping up in early 1961: “Register To Vote Against Miriani.” Detroit Mayor Louis Miriani, with typical arrogance, refused to even meet with a delegation of black ministers who wanted to talk about race relations in general and the blood lusting excesses of Detroit police. Jerome Cavanagh, a total political unknown, crushed Miriani in the 1961 election with overwhelming support from black voters. Years later, Miriani wound up going to prison for income tax evasion.

A straight line can be drawn from Detroit’s recruitment of white cops from the South to keep black people in check, beginning in the 1920s, to Miriani in the 1950s to illustrate the city’s abiding hostility to black residents. Cavanagh came to office with a more progressive political point of view, but he could do little to reshape the police department. And that brings me to 1967 and the rebellion that sent great swaths of the city up in flames. It also exploded Cavanagh’s potential as a candidate for higher office. And one horrific slice of that conflagration is the focus of Kathryn Bigelow’s film.

So much of the criticism I’ve heard of Bigelow’s Detroit is that it fails to depict important dimensions of the black community, especially the long history of resistance. I grew up with that history and reported on it at both of the city’s dailies, but I had temporarily left journalism the year before the city erupted in black rage. Detroit had the largest and richest chapter of the NAACP and Temple No. 1 of the Nation of Islam. It was the home of the Republic of New Afrika, founded months after the rebellion, and the scene of the New Bethel shootout. It is the city where Dr. Ossian Sweet shot and killed a white protester when he fired on a white mob threatening his home, and Clarence Darrow successfully defended him against a murder charge. But none of that impressive history is the story Detroit set out to tell.

I’ve also heard Detroit taken to task for depicting the murderous cops as just a few bad apples. Perhaps Bigelow was a bit too subtle. When those “bad apples” were on trial, the first several rows in the courtroom were filled by cops in uniform, there to support their brothers. Detroit shows a courtroom of bad apples giving moral support to their murderous comrades.

The three teenage boys killed by police at the Algiers Motel on July 26, 1967.

The three teenage boys killed by police at the Algiers Motel on July 26, 1967.

This is a difficult film to watch. It is a painful film to watch, more so for me because my cousin Fred Temple was one of the three black teenagers shot to death at the Algiers Motel. The sustained torture of the black men and two white women in the motel is pure savagery. The white cops’ racism is raw, brutal, and it drives the tragedy taking place on screen. The film is a descent into unrelieved terror, laying bare the depravity of racists with guns. And the victims are powerless to do anything to fight back.

That impotence, as much as anything, undergirds other criticism I’ve heard of the film. We want to see the good guys get their revenge. We want the bad guys to get their just desserts. But the bad guys win at the Algiers Motel. And they win in court after their trial is moved to a virtually all-white town. Echoes of their crimes continue to this day in the deaths of Freddie Gray, Eric Garner, John Crawford, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice and on and on and on.

Kathryn Bigelow has focused her lens on a very narrow element in Detroit’s 1967 rebellion, a narrow element that reflects a history of rot and corruption flowing from the earliest days of Europeans on this continent and continuing in the relentless body count of extra judicial police shootings of black men and women. Had her film been called “The Algiers Motel Incident,” like John Hersey’s 1968 book, rather than Detroit, perhaps some of the critics would have been more willing to assess it within the limits of its story. Her film does not attempt to tell the story of Detroit. It does not attempt to recount its history. It should be seen for what it is — a terrifying look at the ugliest dimension of American exceptionalism.

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  • Ross

    Mr. Boyer, I want to highly commend your review. I thought this was a Great Movie! “Great” because for once, an American film told a story of to-tal-ly real. “Reality” is more rare in the United States of America than a $500 bottle of French wine, a Ferrari, or an a completely honest politician. My wife and I watch a lot of foreign films on Netflex; they don’t all have happy endings or a John Williams score. We saw a Spanish film the other night (“Butterfly” about a small Spanish town as Fascism takes over. It wasn’t the violence, but it was brutal in its depiction of the descent out of decency into murderous madness….State madness. It takes courage to have courage in the movie biz, and courage usually loses to money. Also, she was right to call it “Detroit” because what is shown is what destroyed Detroit and therefore “what Detroit is”, no matter what else it is. This is the Detroit that the good people of these United States are completely unfamiliar with, which is why she make this film. She performs “Prophesy”….i.e., a Prophet tells what no one else dare say, “the unspeakable”, and that’s what needs to be said, no, shouted from the rooftops so that we start a democracy- which, we only Think we have. Like what supposedly Gandhi said to the reporter who asked, “What do you think of Western Civilization, Mr. Gandhi?”…to which Gandhi said, “it sounds like a very good idea.”

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