I Want To Write For History, Not

You Also Had In Detroit That Summer, An Early Variation Of Ferguson. A Black Prostitute Was Shot In The Back By Police. And All Of The Efforts That A Very Progressive Police Chief And Mayor Of That Period Had Put Into Trying To Restore Race Relations Started To Fall Apart Again, And You Could See That Unraveling For Several Years Until The Riots Or Rebellion Of 1967.

It Seemed That I Could Tell The Whole Story Pretty Powerfully In Those 18 Months Between October Of '62 And The Spring Of '64 When They Were All At Their Peak. And Yet You Could See Some Of The Shadows Of Detroit's Demise Coming.

My Favorites Are Stevie Wonder And Marvin Gaye, But Those Are A Little Off In Terms Of Getting Detroit Right On The Head. But Of Course, You Know, "dancing In The Streets." You Can't Forget The Motor City. And We Can't Forget The Motor City.

It Was So Crucial To The Civil Rights Movement That On June 23, 1963, Martin Luther King Came To Town, Walked Down Woodward Avenue With More Than 100,000 People And Delivered The First Major Public Iteration Of His "i Have A Dream" Speech, Two Months Before He Did It In Washington.

I Discovered In Writing The Biography Of Bill Clinton That It Is Actually Easier To Write A Biography Of Someone Who Is Dead. Although You Can't Interview Them, You Have A Fuller Perspective On Their Whole Life After They're Gone And People Are More Willing To Talk About Them.