Living in Detroit makes me extremely race conscious. When I didn’t live in the city, the high percentage of black residents was always one of the first things associated with the city. Living here I don’t notice much other than the fact that Indian residents - being Indian myself - seem to be in a minority. It doesn’t bother me, but does make me think. Looking around Belle Isle at night I was surprised to see the majority of the people who braved the night were young immigrant families. Being second generation I know of the strength it took my parents to create a better life for their family in North America. I guess this bravery transfers into ignoring common fears of Detroit. Those who didn’t grow up with things tend to appreciate them more when they encounter them later in life. To those who did grow up with the beauty of Belle Isle, I ask you to look again because you will fall in love with the sunset over the city.
This is from Mollika over at Detroit MetBlogs. I have noticed the same thing at Belle Isle, first-generation immigrants coming there for weddings and other special events. It’s a great place to take pictures.
