Last week I found myself in the City of Flint. For those not from Michigan, Flint is like Detroit without the charm. Flint was basically a factory town from its beginning – it lacks the fine old Victorian architecture that redeems many of the other crumbling rust belt towns. Flint is essentially a vast expanse of weedy tract housing and decaying factories.
To be sure, there are nice neighborhoods on the outskirts, but as one nears the urban core, there is a steady progression of insecurity. The houses tell the tale.
First they start boasting chain link fences and “Beware of Dog” signs. The storm doors on the front of the house are reinforced with a heavy lock.
Then bars start appearing on the windows. Finally, there are no windows – the houses are derelict.
You know you are in a tough neighborhood when the churches have bars on the windows and their parking lots are surrounded with razor-wire fences. That’s Flint.
I was reminded of that when I saw this article in the Detroit Free Press. The old Packard plant, abandoned for decades, periodically gets set on fire. It is now so structurally unsound that firefighters can only venture inside during daylight hours.
It says something about the priorities of government when they allow ruins like this to decay for decades and do nothing about them. This goes beyond “broken windows” policing - it’s ‘broken cities’ territory.
And it is why we have languished.
We in the Great Lakes State got fat, fat off of decades of affluence. We seriously believed that we could give our children high-school educations and then send them to the factory, where they would make $50,000 a year plus overtime for 30 years, after which they’d get lifetime health benefits.
It really was a paradise, and even those who didn’t work directly for the industry benefitted. The state’s coffers were flush with business taxes. We thought of ingenious ways to tax the heavy industries here: we taxed their payrolls, the health benefits they paid out, the property they owned, the machinery they operated and (of course) the products that they sold.
From this largesse we built a mighty edifice of government: village, township, city and county – they all grew plump on our prosperity. Some of our cities even created their own income taxes – so they could afford fleets of cars, cushy benefits, comfy retirements.
In the end, it was all a dream. As the academics like to say: trends that can’t be sustained won’t.
We let our ruins pile up for years and ignored them. During the 1990s boom, the decay in the urban core deepened, but everyone moved to the ‘burbs and ignored it. Now it’s spreading and we don’t have the money to deal with it.
Something’s got to give – we cannot go on as we have. I expect nothing from Governor Granholm. She’s had six years to do something and all she has accomplished is sound bites and tax hikes. She got elected expecting to do what she did as the Attorney General: hold news conferences and announce sweeping projects that everyone felt good about but never followed up on.
No, it will be up to the next governor to pick through the wreckage and find a new direction. There is a lot of ruin in a state, and Michigan has more than most.
Just drive to Detroit and see.

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