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Two years after the biggest race riot in U.S. history, Detroit was fast becoming one of the blackest cities in America. A few miles west, Livonia was one year away from being crowned the whitest city in America. The Detroit Eight decided it was time to 'move behind enemy lines' and infiltrate the burbs. Behind picket fences, beneath a sheath of quiet civility, The Eights begin to uncover the sinister underbelly-violence, corruption, oppression and racial hysteria. Power brokers crop up everywhere. They wear suits, neatly pressed aprons, hold respectable jobs, host fundraisers and move unseen in polite society. Amid the freshly painted houses and carefully groomed lawns, Maggie and Sam find themselves embroiled in the apartheid of fear and the high-stakes dismantling of Detroit. Racism might have been the match, but the fire looks more like greed as mysteries unwind. The mafia's calling card is everywhere. The cops, neighbors and women's league are less than welcoming. What about the Eights? Maggie's missing French-Canadian radical, activist parents? The legendary Oz? Where do they fall within the tremor of underground forces between darkness and light?
The award-winning author of The Otherness Factor takes us to Detroit two days after Detroit cops raid a blind pig (speakeasy) inciting the biggest race riot in American history. That morning Maggie Soulier wakes to a deejay's cry for 'anyone left in the city' to hustle pop to police sweltering at highway checkpoints leading into the firestorm. Maggie's not a hippie chick looking for a cause, she's the daughter of notorious French Canadian secessionist radicals who disappeared without a trace. A grad student on a visa, Maggie covers absences at a pizzeria to support her stateside civil rights work. Delivering soft drinks to keep armed men from having a meltdown sounded simple. That was before she met Sam Tervo on the wrong side of a gun--before she offered him a Coke, before shared laughter ricocheted against shrieking sirens and a darkening sky. Sam, a fierce human rights advocate, thinks he's being targeted by mafia types who want something; the question is what. More and more he relies on his friend Clyde Webster, a black civil rights leader and Maggie's co-worker, to guide him through this underworld. Cold sober in the ash, soot and rubble, Clyde pulls together The Eights: eight working-poor, part-time activists, to curb white flight and integrate the burbs. With the intrigue, corruption, brutality and bigotry, The Eights experience the love, laughter, irony and self-reflection of blacks and whites redefining friendship and transforming the world with pocket change.
When Maggie Tervo decided to launch her ancestral venture, she dropped any pretense of being the dutiful housewife. Unleashing new-found feminist sensibilities, Maggie estimated her existential search for meaning, power, activism-and her missing parents-was a four-hour drive to Canada and a few days digging through public records. Her estimate didn't contemplate murder, mayhem and high-wire acts. As a member of The Detroit Eight, one of the few grassroot civil rights groups to survive the Sixties, Maggie was finally ready to make her mark as an activist. She was less sure about Oz-the legendary, almost phantom, global human rights initiative. Without joining or declining, Maggie had subjugated her power to Oz for six years because her parents had once supported their work; because her husband and three of The Eights were members. Because there's no Richter Scale for certain kinds of quakes, no one knew how Maggie's venture would tilt scales, threaten the crime syndicate, or upend the balance of power.
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