My father is Jack McCarthy, the channel 2 reporter who is seen and heard throughout this video. He is 86 now and lives in Gainesville Florida.

The resident being interviewed near the end of the report is my late uncle Aaron Killins.....he lived with us on LaSalle at that time, and I never knew he was interviewed. .wow. Thanks Fox 2, and thanks for a great report ❤❤❤

My aunt used to live in Detroit in the early 70’s and left in the mid 80’s.  She was a die hard liberal until the mid 80’s when I asked her why she changed her mind she said “ i don’t buy into that bs anymore”

Can one imagine today, Major league  all stars being in the National Guard (Mickey Lolich) called to duty for the riots,  and Willie Horton (in his ball uniform,  no less), going to the hood to try to quell the violence? . I, for one, cannot imagine this happening today.

Anyone from that area knows the truth. The city died in 67 and never truly came. We are still trying to rebuild. Drive down Mack from alter to the Chrysler plant and see for yourself.

My Grandfather was living in Detroit Michigan when the riots happened and they burned his apartment building down. He barely got out. He never hurt anyone and didn't deserve it.

Imagine if the media today was around while this happend.

I lived in the Dexter Elmhurst area and the Most Vivid memory I have of the riots was My Grandmother Hanging up clothes in the backyard while National Guardsmen with dogs were patrolling the ally in the background, if I had a Camera it would have made the Cover of Life Magazine!

My mom grew up in Detroit and lived in poverty.  As a child she was raised in rentals, at one time living above a bar with six siblings. Eventually her family moved to the projects when they were first built. tIt was an opportunity for a better place to live.  My mom walked downtown Detroit to get to school.  When she graduated she worked downtown for a lawyer.  This was the time of the riots.  One day she walked to work and there were snipers shooting. Eventually my mom and her family left Detroit.  It was sad.   They had to move for a safer place.  It wasn’t easy, and she wasn’t the only one. In her older age she has encountered people with similar backgrounds and childhood experiences who grew up in Detroit.  She found she wasn’t the only one.

History just keeps repeating itself and it changes nothing for the better!! We’re going in circles!!

My parents lived in the Detroit when this happened, they ended up staying at my grandparents house in Lincoln park and from the front porch at night they said looking towards Detroit it was a huge red glow

My mom was in the hospital in Flint delivering me during the riots. She often tells the story of the angst of watching this unfold on TV.

My Father grew up in the Cass Corridor during 1960s and he saw lots of terrible things happen during the violent summer riots of '67.

My Brother was in National Guard in Detroit during the Riots of 67 and he said a whole lot more than 43 people died.

As a child growing up on a south side of Detroit I can remember these days well. The most frightening time was the 67 riots. I lived in an upper flat and we stood on our porch watching the city in the distance burn while the riots commenced. The city was never the same after this time. What a shame it was once such a beautiful city😢

This happened a few months after I was born. But for many generations after it happened the elderly talked about it.  None of the burning of bldings  happened in my area I grew up in.

Wow, we lived on LaSalle BLVD bet. Gladstone and Blaine. I was six years old, I remember we had to stay low to the floor at all times due to gunfire from those troops as well as snipers. My aunt lived 4 blocks down from us on the corner of Virginia Pk. Her windows were shot out,  and there were bullet holes in the front of her house. We were terrified!!  😥😥😥

I was living on Harned off of E Outer Dr. It was a very strange summer that we experienced in ’67.

A boyfriend and I were coming off Bell Isle and all of a sudden we had2 flat tires we stopped at a gas station and I called my sister in Fraser Michigan. North of Detroit  to let her know I’d be late. she yelled “ get home ! A riot has started!”

I remembered five or six Children running between two apartment buildings on fire on Mack Ave, they couldn't get out. I cried I like a baby. This was very hard to witness as a Child