It is informative to Google some form of “The worst cities in the United States.” There is general agreement on places like Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, and Oakland. Avoid them, they tell us, unless you have no objection to being a victim of violence.
It seems we just roll with the punches—as long as the punches land on you and not me.
I’ve been around long enough to remember when Detroit was a symbol of American triumph. Now, it seems, we are willing write it off as if it were a Central American drug culture.
We have a new attitude toward failure since I grew up. We accept it. We blame it on other people. We are willing, maybe even eager, to be bystanders.
I don’t “need” Detroit, but I am actively concerned with our contempt for the city to provide a measure for the rest of us. Young people would do well to care about this.