A Funeral For Funerals

At some point I'll read the Times Magazine's profile chronicling "The Fall Of The Black Middle Class." But it's hard to escape the sense that, by the lights of most mainstream media coverage, there really isn't much of a Black Middle Class. It all feels anticlimactic.

I thought Detroit, like most places where black people congregate, was the site of everything wrong with this country. The notion that it actually had produced something approaching normalcy, and that that normalcy is now imperiled would be much more interesting--had the normalcy been regularly explored in as much depth as its erosion. 

Kinda hard to mourn what you never had...