Saturday, May 16th, 2015
no food, no money, no vehicle, rather depend on Krishna” was the policy set by
Jambavan who set the rules for his fourth walk across Detroit. He mentioned that I inspired him on this
annual trek. This time, this year, I
decided to give support and accompany him, so did 16 other enthusiasts who,
like troupers, stuck it out for the long haul.
haul was not so long, really but a considerable distance when you were dealing
with mostly first timers. To what was
calculated to be about 12 miles or 20 kilometres was the stretch taken from Eastpointe
and Gratiot going southbound with some interesting detours and ending at the
playgrounds on Belle Island. Along the
way on Gratiot (originally a French word which locals horrendously pronounce as
“Grash-it”) we observed some good omens.
We even spotted a pretty and wild pheasant. Above all, people were very sweet, receptive,
kind and happy to see some “whites” in exotic cloths taking humbly to the road
on foot in their neighbourhood.
people were nice.
we confirmed is a pilgrimage and Jambavan saw to it that his very own stomping
grounds were places that we would get acquainted with. He pointed to the Faygo factory of soft
drinks (exclusively born in Michigan) and the “Better Made Potato Chip Company”
also fabulously a Detroit origined family business. On the more spiritual catholic side, we
visited Bishop Carl at the gorgeous St. Anthony Church. He had this “George Clooney air about him”
said Jambavan. There was the Capucin
Monk, Brother Joseph at the Solamus Kasey Center who received and gave
hugs. The reception at the Assumption
Church and a grotto of Mary was a harsh one.
we veered off to neighbourhoods known for their miles upon miles of dilapidated,
gutted out and in some cases, burned down homes. This was like I had never seen before. Like a war zone.
bright side, those streets were the most serene and green nature is doing a
make / take over. And the artistic Heidleburg Project was a real treat for the eyes – something
that we stumbled upon. There was also a
rotund mama who was canvassing for us to put our signature on her house for a
dollar. Also a woman on drugs and in
pink propositioned two of our men as we were walking. All in all, it was an adventure, especially
when the rain poured down and we took shelter of an abandoned home, toilet
removed and all and there we chanted in a joyous kirtan.
source be with you!