He’d spent 4020 days in the Detroit House of Correction. Since June 17, 1828, Danny had been arrested for drunkenness and vagrancy 128 times. Sutherland nodded, and told me what he knew about Danny. Thieda returned.”Three more around the corner. “See the pink stains between the fingers? Canned heat.” I’ll tell you later about Danny…Come on, fella.” He pointed to the man’s hands. “Well,” Sutherland said, “darn if it isn’t Danny. A blended stench of bodily excretions rose from him. He wore work shoes without socks, soiled khaki trousers and a soot-blackened shirt. An unlabeled pint bottle containing a pinkish fluid lay at his side. His face was streaked with clotted blood from a gash on his forehead.
#A STORY ABOUT MY UNCLE SKIDROW SKIN#
The unconscious man was around fifty, with sandy brown hair, a blotchy red skin and a beard of many days. Thieda went to have a look up the street. “There’s one.” We were hardly five minutes out of headquarters, cruising Michigan Avenue. Sutherland, as senior, does most of the talking.
They work from a worn, unmarked city car.
Thieda, a tall, muscular man in his forties, is the athlete of the pair. He wears a brown business suit on the job and is always chewing an unlit cigar. Sutherland is a short roly-poly man in his fifties, with a shock of curly white hair, a full, ruddy face and amiable blue eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles. A tour of duty with them adds color to a national embarrassment city council calls “The Skid-Row Problem.” Roy Sutherland and Ted Thieda, plain-clothes cops on the skid-row detail of the First Precinct Detroit police, are known to vagrants throughout the Midwest as “The Ragpickers.” Their job is to keep depravity in their precinct from becoming too assertively public. Your expense, to the menace of your health – and conscience. Human junk heaps called “skid row.” Some live in your city, at Danny, citizen of Detroit, U.S.A., has cost his city $18,500 sinceġ928, as a living discard.
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