Here we have my sister Pearl swinging in 1953. This playground was two blocks down from our house, the parsonage on Atkinson. My father’s church was across the street. Right outside the playground was the building where the 1967 Detroit rebellion began after police raided and arrested people attending a welcome home party for a returning Vietnam veteran.
You can see Economy Printing on the far left. The playground is right next to it. The rebellion was in full swing here.
Swell place for a rebellion – right next to a children’s playground! But I suppose folks didn’t think of that at the emotional moment. You didn’t say what actually caused the rebellion to begin – other than to say police raided a welcome home gathering for a returning Vietnam vet? I know Detroit has had its problems with police. Any reason for them to do what they did, or were they (the police) just out to cause trouble?
There were no children at the playground during the riot. The police raided it as an after hours joint. People in the area got mad. It was an event that triggered the anger people already had about police brutality and abuse and it ballooned into the 1967 rebellion.
This says so much about the ongoing (will it never end!) misuse of power, and misunderstandings leading to violence. And the juxtaposition of the playground to the rebellion reminds me of the recently remembered deaths at Sandy Hook school. I’m glad that no children were involved in the Detroit rebellion directly. Thank you for showing how this happened to a peaceful street.
It started on Sunday morning about 3 AM. Four year old Tanya Blanding was shot and killed while laying on the floor in her house when soldiers shot up the house after her uncle lit a cigarette and they thought it was a sniper. Although it didn’t happen at the playground, I have added an AP photo of the little casket being put into the hearse.
How terrifying to have such riots and sad that the police and national guard should shoot at a residential building.
The police and soldiers were the most terrifying part of the riot.
An interesting piece of history which you have highlighted in your post – and all because of the prompt of a swing.
That’s what keeps me doing Sepia Saturday – finding stories I would otherwise probably miss.
I liked the way you linked innocent children’s pleasures, with the location of the playground in a brutal event of recent local history.
Swell place for a rebellion – right next to a children’s playground! But I suppose folks didn’t think of that at the emotional moment. You didn’t say what actually caused the rebellion to begin – other than to say police raided a welcome home gathering for a returning Vietnam vet? I know Detroit has had its problems with police. Any reason for them to do what they did, or were they (the police) just out to cause trouble?
There were no children at the playground during the riot. The police raided it as an after hours joint. People in the area got mad. It was an event that triggered the anger people already had about police brutality and abuse and it ballooned into the 1967 rebellion.
This says so much about the ongoing (will it never end!) misuse of power, and misunderstandings leading to violence. And the juxtaposition of the playground to the rebellion reminds me of the recently remembered deaths at Sandy Hook school. I’m glad that no children were involved in the Detroit rebellion directly. Thank you for showing how this happened to a peaceful street.
It started on Sunday morning about 3 AM. Four year old Tanya Blanding was shot and killed while laying on the floor in her house when soldiers shot up the house after her uncle lit a cigarette and they thought it was a sniper. Although it didn’t happen at the playground, I have added an AP photo of the little casket being put into the hearse.
How terrifying to have such riots and sad that the police and national guard should shoot at a residential building.
The police and soldiers were the most terrifying part of the riot.
An interesting piece of history which you have highlighted in your post – and all because of the prompt of a swing.
That’s what keeps me doing Sepia Saturday – finding stories I would otherwise probably miss.
I liked the way you linked innocent children’s pleasures, with the location of the playground in a brutal event of recent local history.