SO. There’s currently 97 MILLION BILLION pictures of Detroit’s train station post falling apart. Every fucking hipster artist from all Western countries of the world have taken pictures of the once glorious train station because it was Once Glorious. And now It’s So Sad. So Many Ghosts. Etc.
But…I try to find an artistic interpretation of the Joe Louis FUCK OFF fist….and I find nothing. No glorious setting sun angle. No glorious sun rising angle. No misty rain. No Sad Foggy Lens frame. No Ironic overlay of glorious decay next to passed out drunk, even.
Just—a picture of the fist. In the sun. Or a few pictures of the fist in the sun with tourists smiling next to it.
Somebody told me that a group of people vandalized the fist by painting it white. This fist has a story to tell. And I guess some people are more interested in worshipping the bruises of white supremacy than understanding the resistance to it.