Expensive new cars—Lincolns, Cadillacs, Mercedes, Jaguars—arrive at the entrance to the Detroit Athletic Club (DAC). Rich, white men dressed in $750 suits, $200 wing-tip shoes, custom tailored shirts, sporting $2,000 Rolex watches are greeted brightly but obsequiously by uniformed black attendants.

Members of Detroit’s exclusive men’s club stride up the walk bordered by an immaculate lawn and intricate floral patterns to the building’s entrance. Each of them displays the arrogance and bursting self-confidence wealth and privilege bestow upon the rich and powerful.

Inside, ostensibly the purpose is play and health, but on the squash and handball courts, in the steam baths, on the massage tables, deals are cut, partnerships are made and broken, politicians bought and sold, economic decisions affecting an entire city or even a distant nation are decided upon. The old, elegant, cut stone building, with its crystal chandeliers, leather furniture and deep pile rugs, is the gathering stop for those men who constitute the ruling class.

Inside The Barclay Apartments

A scant three blocks away is a building which once exhibited a similar elegance in the era when the DAC was constructed. It is now one of only three remaining structures on the block, the others having long ago met their demise beneath the wrecking ball. Inside the Barclay Apartments, the first floor has boarded windows, the plumbing is broken and the gas was turned off two years ago.

In a third-story room, where Detroit’s bourgeoisie once supped, three young blacks are arguing over possession of a rock of crack cocaine. As the dispute gets more heated, one of the men reaches behind his back for the .25 caliber automatic stuck in his belt which presses cold against his skin. The cops will be here soon.

All three will test positive for the HIV virus, but none knows it at the moment. The one woman present is pregnant and her baby will be part of a statistic of infant mortality identical to those of who live in the slums of Mexico City’s hillside squatter villages. Both men have less of a chance of reaching 40 years of age than do their male counterparts in Bangladesh.

Rarely do those at the Barclay Apartments or the DAC think about the connection between each other’s social class, but each, in their poverty and in their wealth, create the other.

The Rich Eat the Poor

The rich and the poor, workers and owners, represent a profile of the American Empire: a pyramid-shaped maldistribution of wealth based on the industrial plunder of the planet. The richest 10% of Americans own 83% of all personal wealth, while the rest of us share the remaining 17%.

The richest 0.5% of the population, the sector which personifies the ruling class, owns close to 50% of all privately held wealth, and it is this concentration which translates into political and social power. The life of opulence and leisure the rich lead, combined with their command position in the economy and politics, comes as a direct result of a system of looting. All they possess and control is at the expense of millions of workers and poor, both here and in the Third World.

The rich have always maintained a state of class war against the poor. They are willing to kill to protect their wealth and privilege as they’ve done in Vietnam, Central America and most recently in the Persian Gulf. Our vision of a free, ecologically sound world will never come to pass if we allow these planet-wreckers to continue in power. To them we are nothing but dog meat for their industry and businesses, and cannon fodder for their wars.

We want to wipe the smug smiles off the faces of this selfish, swinish elite by challenging and destroying the rule of money and power. Our efforts for now may be small and isolated, but we intend to have them grow until the earth is free of this class of parasites.

One day we will surely EAT THE RICH!

Note: This article also appeared in Baby-fish Lost Its Momma, No. 5. See Bookstore page for ordering information.