Defund Demolitions in Detroit

https://medium.com/@edenbloom/detroit-city-council-defund-demolitions-fa9e4d6c75a2

May 17, 2022

Council President, Pro Temp., and Council Members,

Thank you for the opportunity to speak my concerns into the record. My name is Eden Bloom and my family and I live in Distict 5.

This morning I want to express concern over the use of ARPA funds for the demolition of industrial sites. I would like to know if APRA funds are being used to demolish the AMC Headquarters. If so City Council should demand the developer pay for the demolition themselves. COVID relief funds should not be used in this manner on this or any other demolition project.

These funds should be re-allocated to the Public Health Fund to protect Detroiters from historical, ongoing and future over pollution.

The current administration has spend nearly a billion dollars on demolition without adequately responding to the housing crisis or the environmental injustice of deals like Stellantis. The state has fined Detroit $24,500 in the last eight months over environmental safety violations by contractors hired to demolish houses. Source: Axios

The particulate matter generated by demolition may represent a threat to the health of people living nearby, one of these being asthma.

Latest state report on asthma in Detroit shows the disparities have grown in the last five years. In 2012 Detroit adults with asthma at 15.5% compared with Michigan’s 11%. Last year, 16.2% of Detroit adults had asthma, while the proportion statewide remained almost the same at 11.1%, making the disease 46% higher in the city than the rest of the state. Source: Detroit News

Finally, my family live in the Stellantis Impact Area and last week my wife and I called both EGLE pollution emergency hotline and DTE due to being overwhelmed by fumes. My partner and 2 of our kids had headaches from playing outside when the fumes rolled in. EGLE was unable to send someone out but the DTE worker confirmed the stench and said he would attempt to locate a source. I’m extremely concerned what these levels of pollution mean for those like us who do not have AC and won’t be able to close up our windows when it gets too hot.

Our neighbors on Beniteau have to live with frequent overwhelming fumes from the Mack Ave. Plant and we all should be concerned about what is going to happen to our air quality when Jefferson North comes on line.

As decision makers I hope you are concerned about the cumulative impact of living near not only the massive Detroit Assembly Complex, but also the chemical facilities south of Jefferson, US Ecology and other smaller and potentially less regulated shops. With industrial redevelopment more of these shops are coming.

While Detroiters are experiencing the economic impacts of climate change through flooding and power outages it is vital that city leaders look at the big picture. We must consider the cumulative public health impacts of these industrial developments. Again, I encourage City Council members to take a more active roll in protecting Detroiters and to move more funds into the Public Health Fund.

Thank you.

Existing Public Health Fund
The City of Detroit has an existing Public Health Fund that has not yet been funded. The Public Health Fund was created as part of the Bulk Solid Materials Storage Ordinance. The fund can receive donations from any source. Money in the fund remains in the fund at the end of the fiscal year and does not go into the general fund. Donations to the fund must be accepted by City Council and can include conditions. The expenditure of the money from the Public Health Fund must be approved by City Council.

https://detroitmi.gov/departments/buildings-safety-engineering-and-environmental-department/environmental-affairs/bulk-solid-materials-storage

Symbols & Spells May 2022

Happy May Day, Blessed Beltane and a mysterious Walpurgisnacht to all. As promised an update and the first official ‘Symbols and Spells’ monthly reader.

I’m grateful for the continued urge to get out more of my own work and the ability to share more goodies from the archive. March focused on the initial distribution of the Eschaton Life book and recording the Lost Planet demos. April has gotten my house in order with the posting of videos that have been on the back burner for years. I put the slow drip on the Sonic Youth and Foetus, Inc show earlier in the month and just now pushed them all out. I also published the entire His Name Is Alive show today. Majesty Crush as been up for a moment, but they need to be included in the big four of shows I’ve been able to upload.

Imperfection

I also got up the courage to post the majority of my “pandemic covers”. I’ve been posting these on to FB and sharing with a few friends to a positive response. I’ve thrown them up as Imperfect Covers for an Imperfect World.

Speaking of courage, I finally edited and posted a reading from the Eschaton Life Book.

Read: Misanthropy Embarrassed

Misanthropy Embarrassed

Thank you all for the continued support and encouragement. ❤️ EB

Sonic Youth Detroit 1990

Sonic Youth – Kill Yr Idols Live at the The Latin Quarter, Detroit 10.16.1990

8mm Video by @eschatonlife from the ARCANE PRODUCTION ARCHIVES (1988-1991) DETROIT ANN ARBOR

I’m uploading more 8mm video of Detroit shows regularly. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCJBLZCKQ4H4gChbX7DvuydQ

From a box of old 8mm video cassettes recorded from 1988-1991 in Detroit and Ann Arbor. All copyrights to the original artist. This is shared to document the music scene in Detroit and some of my early videography.

JG Thirwell (Foetus) Interview 1990

St. Andrew’s Hall, Detroit 10.13.1990
https://youtu.be/VWtKK_H7Ntw

This interview has been sitting on an 8mm video cassette for over 30 years. It’s not the greatest interview by any means. I was 19 and admittedly super nervous to be meeting an artist that I very much admire. You can tell that Mr. Thirwell is being extremely patient with me. The soundcheck was happening so a great deal of the interview is inaudible and has been edited.

I’ll be adding live tracks of this show regularly.

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8mm Video from the
ARCANE PRODUCTION ARCHIVES (1988-1991)
DETROIT ANN ARBOR
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New Bloom – Lost Planet

Lost Planet
I don’t know where I’m going
I can’t remember where I’ve been
I landed here on this planet
And I’ve just been trying to fit in

I sit with every sunset
Chart the stars and draw the maps
Light the fires on nights I think are special
I keep on calling…

And I wake with every sunrise
Try to put it together best I can
I do it for the people I’ve fallen in with here
It was lonely so I’ve taken up with them.

And I don’t know where we’re going
Hate and greed may bring it to an end.
My soul was brought down on this lost planet.
Now our children carry the star with them.

So I wake with every sunrise
Try to listen to the spirits, the people and the land.
I light the fires on the nights I think are special.
While we spin I keep on calling…

*Eden Bloom, Spring 2022*

 

An Anathemist Assassin

Whether through survival response, forgotten intention or inherent design, some of us seem to be wired for discomfort and unease. Some of us have learned to seek it out.

Anathema, anathemus, anathemist.

It goes so far back, it is hard to tell if it is dis-ease, I or we who speaks as me. A Promethean enclave, a makeshift collective whose comfort is found most in hostile territory.

Exorcise, exorcist, excommunicate.

I, we, they have tried across decades to interrupt, disconnect, deride this drive. To cut through the treaties signed between I and I to survive. They are unaware these bonds are the only things that keep me free and alive.

Utility, utilitarianism, to be of use.

I dreamt we had a place, a purpose, a role to play, jagged tools weaponized for dire days. Made to walk barefoot on glass and loving every step. To move in ways you would never dare move. Hassan I Sabbah, I’ll take it to the grave with me.

Complete, completion, completist.
This is love. I, we wouldn’t have it any other way.

New! 7×7 Ltd Ed Eden Bloom Book

Preorder Now – This limited ‘supporters edition’ collection of poems, prose, spells, symbols, and schematics is a self-imposed attempt to pay respects and realign my creative expression with my current station in life. It also strives to address the environmental, social and political crises that have come to dominate our existence.

The 13 pieces included are recent, most put down during the pandemic. There is intentionality in the mix of metaphysical/visionary work and political/abolitionist commentary. The 13 images included are culled from decades of work. While self-referential this collection also aspires to respect influences, the people we live with, the spirits of the land, and the elemental forces I intuit. Questions of identity, belief, time and purpose emerge with race and place prominent throughout. Raising a ‘white’ family in the largest Black city in the US has made issues once distant more relevant.

Learn more and Order: https://www.edenbloom.art/book

Bloodlines Across Space Time, An Apology

Note: Poignant graphic references to blood and violence.

Author’s Note: This hinges upon a powerful Thee Kabal performance at St. Andrew’s Hall in Detroit back in 1992.  The show featured what turned out to be extreme ritual cutting.  In the wake of the Oxford shooting I’ve reflected on my own navigation of mental health issues (I’ll still call it madness) in public schools in the 80s. This piece references a post high school performance, but early on I began to use creativity and ritual to transmute violence and shift aggression away from others. I’ve always been able to find accomplices. 

Part letter, part song, part poem because I don’t know how to say what I have to say.  I really don’t know if I’m the one who needs to say it anymore or if you are or ever were the person who needs to hear it. 

Time shifts priorities as proximity shifts perspective.  We are still having that high end conversation in Tucson.  The bodies are still writhing across the carpet under our feet  in Leeds.  And there’s a trail of blood that’s followed me from the stage at The Shelter to where I sit now.  It’s all still happening, at least a part of me is still there, though I’m almost always unaware. 

White (her) Black (me) Red (rage) bodies collide intention with surgical precision. Naked, empowered through vulnerability, horns out an up on that same stage Rabbit choked on.  The battle begun years before. Black face?  No, head to toe and matched by bodies painted white and red. 
Do the alchemy.

Blood rights, blood games, a blood rite on a blood night.  They don’t make them like that anymore.  We wrote it into being and it bore us out in-to-it.  I do not remember the cut happening, focused on White, the vessel.  The blade so clean I couldn’t feel it; thoracic, a scalpel, T3 to T10 and three bars cross.  

How deep?  Too deep and St. Andrew’s began to spin.  And I stood up into it, huge.  My horns cutting into the spiral opening above.  Sticks in fists, drumming as though I knew how to steer into the vortex. Blood everywhere and away we go! 

Red has apologized profusely, in fact that’s all Red has done since.  White and I left town. She left me and is now a clown, respectfully. Black is me, not like that, but still bleeding nonetheless, tracing red trails from stages, basements, mounds, mountains and wooded groves, across this land, ocean to ocean and beyond. Broken and trying to breed until we did and now coagulate to blend in. 

I don’t know if that gets us farther or higher, I stopped pretending to know more than I know years ago and it has cost me.  I no longer presume that you would want to hear me say I’m sorry and don’t know if I can maintain course while attempting to adequately do so.  Please know if you need me I’m still bleeding on that stage, we’re still tying flower garland in Mysore, and I’m still standing on the shore of Galilee. I’m there, mouth gaped in between the Dome and the Wall.  You know how to find me. 

© EschatonLife

This piece is included in Eden Bloom Eschaton Life

 

White House Environmental Justice – Public Comment

November 18, 2021
White House EJAC Public Meeting
Eden Bloom – Public Comment

This written comment is submitted in addition to my spoken comment made during the WHEJAC public meeting on November 17-18, 2021. Details around this issue are changing rapidly so this comment reflects what I am aware of as of November 18, 2021.

I would like to thank the White House Environmental Justice Advisory Council for this opportunity. I would also like to recognize the environmental justice communities across the country and their righteous appeals to this body. I also want to reflect and lift the commenters from Flint; the latest victims of the discrimination and injustice inherent in the state of Michigan’s air quality permitting process and the Michigan Department of Environment, Great Lakes and Energy, or EGLE.

My partner, our 3 young children and I live on the eastside of Detroit. Our house is in what is referred to as the ‘impact area’ of the newly expanded and massive Jeep Stellantis Detroit Assembly Complex. I am also an organizer with Detroit People’s Platform and have been working with my neighbors on Beniteau Street, who live in closest proximity to the plant.

While my family and I live only blocks away from the plant and are impacted by the expansion, I’m presenting here to support the efforts of my neighbors on Beniteau. It is my belief that if the impact of this site is adequately mediated and remedied for those living right up on the complex, my family and everyone living around the plant will benefit.

Since the expansion was announced in early 2019, EGLE has hosted 3 public hearings and approved 2 air quality permits. My neighbors and I, along with advocates and experts have participated in each public hearing EGLE has hosted.

During these hearings a primary concern, repeated through the public comments is the extreme asthma hospitalization rates in the zip codes around the site. Experts called for environmental, economic and public health impact assessments to be completed before making a decision. Others called out the environmental racism inherent in moving ahead with the expansion in a nonattainment zone for ozone by decreasing emissions at a suburban plant to offset the increase in our 94% African-American, majority Black backyards

A recent letter to EGLE from elected officials noted that EGLE was aware of a high level of preexisting respiratory conditions in the area before granting permits to the company. Solid data, emotional pleas, and righteous outrage were shared but couldn’t be heard. EGLE considers air quality permits in a vacuum and by doing so makes the residents most impacted invisible. EGLE’s website reads “Comments EGLE can consider include technical mistakes, grammar and spelling mistakes, other rules that should be considered, and other items which should be included or removed.” Further, and more to the point, “Some issues EGLE cannot consider include popularity of the action, emission sources that are not part of the action, indoor air pollution, traffic, hours of operation, noises and lighting, and zoning issues.”

This is where EGLEs inherent race-problem perpetuates itself. How is it possible for our state regulators to protect frontline or environmental justice communities they can’t see or hear? The parameters they have established to make their decisions also become the justification of their abuse. They can’t consider the national study linking long-term exposure to air pollution and COVID-19 mortality. They can’t consider that in the U.S., Black children suffer disproportionately from asthma, and are seven to eight times more likely to die of asthma than white children. The fact that communities of color face nearly 40% more exposure to toxic air pollution than white communities is not just lost on EGLE, it can’t be heard.

The new Jeep Grand Cherokee L went into production this summer and residents have reported an increase in odors and health issues since. EGLE has issued multiple violations that stem from their having to respond to resident complaints. Being overwhelmed by paint fumes, burning eyes, itchy throats and headaches, Beniteau residents have been calling the state’s Pollution Emergency Alert System (PEAS) hotline.

On Monday, September 20, 2021 EGLE filed a violation notice against Stellantis. A second air quality violation was issued on Monday, October 14th. On Wednesday, November 3rd a third Violation was issued against Stellantis’ Mack Assembly Plant. These violations and the subsequent engineering issues uncovered in the process have not been adequately responded to by EGLE or Stellantis. Jeeps continue to roll off the line and as this statement is being prepared, fumes can still become overwhelming on the street. Residents continue to call in with complaints.

The fact that they are being made to live through violations and over-exposure has led many residents to believe that EGLE exists only to facilitate the operation of polluting industries rather than to protect the most vulnerable and disproportionately impacted in Michigan.

Earlier this month, on November 8, 2021, my neighbors on Beniteau filed a Title VI Civil Rights complaint against EGLE with the EPA. The complaint focuses on the racial disparities in the state’s permitting process and details the impact of EGLE’s decisions on the residents who live closest to the plant. “When my eyes start to burn, I start to become more afraid of all the things I can’t smell than those that I can” one of my neighbors shares in the complaint.

Another neighbor on Beniteau shares “The migraine headaches, and the burning in the eyes, and tightness in my chest… I just know when I’m out too long, I get that way, but I can’t say today is going to be worse than tomorrow. I know yesterday it was just too much. I was crying.” I am also submitting the full Title VI complaint with this comment. I encourage council members to read these stories from residents who have been greatly impacted by the failure of state regulators.

The complaint states that: “[t]he decisions by Michigan’s Department of Environment, Great Lakes, and Energy (EGLE) allowing Stellantis to significantly expand its facilities continues the discriminatory legacy of requiring communities of color to bear the disproportionate burden of the industrial pollution generated by all of society. Unfortunately, the Stellantis Complex (“Facility”) does not exist in isolation.”

Last Minute Update: Based on public pressure building around the violations and the Title VI Civil Rights complaint on November 18, 2021 EGLE issued a press release stating that they were going to fine Stellantis. While a step in the right direction, the statement is extremely non-committal.

Residents’ current post-violation needs include:

  • ●  Immediate emergency relief including but not limited to emergency housing, windows, roof repair, weatherization, HVAC improvements, air purifiers, filters, public education, medical and health services.
  • ●  Remedies that include an “out of the box thinking” Supplemental Environmental Plan (SEP) that adequately responds to resident need for home repair, voluntary relocation and others based upon individual assessment.
  • ●  Rapid response through a fast-tracked enforcement process with EGLE and the EPA on the Title IV Complaint.
  • ●  Environmental, health and economic impact assessments must be conducted to determine the most impacted and most vulnerable. Residents have requested individual assessment to determine what will be needed to make their homes safe to live in or for successful voluntary relocation. Assessment, whichwas not included as part of the permitting process, is essential to correcting course and determining adequate remedies. It is also vital that assessment be considered as part of EGLEs ‘job’ and not as a remedy. Assessment is a tool to be used to determine remedies.

To conclude, we live in a majority Black city that has been subject to the suspension of democracy through emergency management and economic restructuring through municipal bankruptcy. In Detroit we see violence against Black bodies, families and communities show up every day in public policy and decisions made by those in power.

Detroiters have witnessed this through mass water shutoffs, mass foreclosures and evictions, and through a massive redistribution of public wealth and resources into the hands of developers that are predominantly wealthy and white and to global corporations like Ford and Stellantis.

The fact that decision makers and regulators approved this project based upon economic promises and flawed engineering models rather than the environmental, health and economic impacts of those most directly impacted has led to this situation; Detroiters are being made to live in and through violation after violation.

I ask your support in addressing the injustice inherent in the states’ permitting process and in pushing for relief and remedy for Beniteau residents and anyone whose air quality and quality of life has and is being impacted by these failures. Again, I would like to thank the White House Environmental Justice Advisory Council for this opportunity.

I am a Dancehall at Dawn

My ego dances between a desire to be known, to be a part of something, an overarching distaste and mistrust of my own kind, and a fear of being seen. Sometimes it is a sloppy and frustrated tango, other times a sad, precise waltz.

My mind is a dance hall, emotions on the tables.  There is definitely a horn section but they are off tonight.  These hands and heart grab and move my feet on the floor.  Slow motion, stop-frame style.

Move, click, move, click, move, click, move. Losing awareness of the original intent of the last gesture by the time you get to the next. But we’re making movies nonetheless. Move. Click. Move. Click.

Being shifted just enough to imply movement happening through the night. Sitting, waiting till it’s just right, and the feet go here at one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, one, two, and before you know it the sun’s coming up and unbeknownst to me I’ve been ‘dancing’ again. 

Like that Sunday Morning Fever dream with the lit dance floor, like a strobe light in the shower; I’m not really there. A memory of me moves out of sync with the beat.  Maligned, misaligned and throbbing slowly out of key.  You only see the water drops in the flash between the darkness.  You don’t see me, it’s a trick of the light used to appear manifest here.

It’s like this.  The flashes are so bright it appears I linger through the darkness in between the light. The degeneration of the image over fractions of a second’s time makes me appear to move. That I’m breathing, that I’m dancing all through the night.

One, move, two, click, three, move, four,
and I forget and remember
and forget that I’m even sitting there. 

I vibrate as I fade out and in. Ego trying to maintain. Working the floor like a water drop, separate, alone, dancing free fall between nothing and dawn’s early light.

© EschatonLife

This piece is included in Eden Bloom Eschaton Life