I Want to Stop Foreclosures in Detroit

Often times I find myself reminiscing about my child hood. I recall driving throughout the prominent metro Detroit neighborhood in which I grew up, Rosedale Park. See in those days my community was a gem which shone bright toward the edification of the Motor City. On streets like Piedmont, Grandville, Stahelin and Artesian one could drive by almost at any time and see children outside playing, adults on porches and sidewalks fellowshipping, and houses abounding with vibrant lights, laughter, and with life. This was my community; moreover, this was a facet of my adolescence that I ignorantly took for granted. Today desolation has grown sovereign over this beautiful gem. Today the sounds of laughter have all but faded into a resounding restless silence. One could even say that abandoned houses and boarded doors and windows have become indigenous, not only to Rosedale Park, but to every part of the metro Detroit area. However, one thing has remained constant; Rosedale Park, no rather Detroit as a whole is still my community.

Presently, in Michigan alone, foreclosure has claimed roughly 9700 homes and the list grows as we speak (mi.foreclosure.com). Sadly even my home has failed to avoid this list of potential foreclosures. However, I don’t see myself as a victim nor do I see myself as defeated. On the contrary, I see myself as a youth tasked with ushering forth a difference. I, like most of my generation, has seen the best and the worst of the American economy. I grew up with $1.45 gas. I was raised with the middle class mentality. Nonetheless, presently I live in a state where both of these aspects have grown nonexistent. Thus without doubt or question, because I’ve lived and seen both sides of the metaphorical fence which divides our American economy and society, I believe in me and in the rest of my generation lies the variable which can finally solve the financial equation which subjects the American way of life.

After long meditation on the topic of “if I was allotted $150,000 for a distressed real estate purchase”, the first thing that came to mind was to get my home out of foreclosure. However, I quickly rebuked that thought from my mind, because the only thing that breaks my heart more than the thought of losing my own home, is the realization that many young men and women like myself have already fallen prey to foreclosure; I can only imagine the sorrow and the pain felt with watching you and your family being put out of the one place where you find safety and peace.