Sid Groeneman

I am a white male, now 67 years old. When the violence broke out on July 23, 1967, I was 17 and in Ann Arbor for Freshman Orientation at the University of Michigan. I was sitting in the cafeteria of one of the dorms after a late dinner, pretty much by myself. I remember it was beginning to grow dark outside. The music streaming into the cafeteria was The Doors' “Light My Fire”. All of a sudden, the music was interrupted with an announcement that National Guard troops were being ordered into Detroit to quell the uprising. It was eerie.