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By John Ruberry

Last week the 50th anniversary of the five-day long Detroit Riot passed. Or uprising or rebellion, depending on who you speak with.

I’m going with the first one, riot. It started after midnight on July 23, 1967 in the city’s Virginia Park neighborhood when an illegal bar, known locally as a “blind pig,” was raided by Detroit police officers. After arresting 85 patrons who had gathered to celebrate the return of two soldiers from Vietnam, the cops were confronted by 200 more people who threw rocks and bottles at them. The police left and crowd started smashing windows and looting stores.

Which is why I’m calling it a riot.

Rosa Parks Boulevard and Clairmount in 2015

It took 17,000 people, a mixture of Detroit and state police officers, federal and national guard troops, and firefighters to quell the riot. Over 2,000 buildings were destroyed and 43 people were killed. Only the 1863 New York City Draft Riot and the 1992 Los Angeles Riot were worse among domestic urban disturbances. Many of the buildings that were laid waste were never rebuilt, and 12th and Clairmount–now Rosa Parks Boulevard and Clairmount–was like most of the rest of Detroit when I visited in 2015, forsaken and quiet.

Sure, there were solid reasons for black Detroiters to be angry 50 Julys ago. Police brutality was rampant in the Motor City, and as had thousands of blacks migrated there from the Deep South for automobile industry jobs, many whites made that northern trek too. And the latter brought their prejudices with them. Yes, many blacks had good-paying jobs with the Big Three but often they were clustered, make that segregated, into the less desirable segments of the assembly line, the sweltering foundries or the fumous paint rooms. After World War II urban renewal and expressway building came to Detroit, as it did in other major cities, but African-American neighborhoods were usually targeted for these “improvements,” which caused blacks to sardonically label these programs “negro removal.”

What the 1871 Chicago Fire was to that city, or the 1906 earthquake was to San Francisco, the ’67 riot was to Detroit. It’s a historical demarcation line. Only Chicago and San Francisco successfully rebuilt and emerged as better and more livable cities afterwards. After 1967 white flight accelerated in Detroit–and thousands of businesses followed. Jobs too. Crime soared. In 1960 Detroit had over 1.6 million residents–now there are fewer than 700,000 Detroiters.

Blogger at Detroit’s abandoned Packard plant

“The riot was the seminal moment in Detroit’s history, the point from which nothing would be the same,” the Detroit News’ Nolen Finley wrote eight days ago.

Riot or rebellion? If it was the last one, I know who lost. Detroit did.

But bankruptcy–and the confession of defeat–like an alcoholic finally admitting addiction–offers Detroit a chance to turn things around. When I stood on the corner of Clairmount and Rosa Parks two summers ago, there was no attestion of the historical significance of the site. But last Sunday a Michigan historical marker, “Detroit July 1967,” was dedicated there.

John Ruberry regularly blogs at Marathon Pundit.

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You might recall at the time of my review of The Doctor Falls, I commented on how horrible and contrived the ending was, basically the day being saved by the already unbelievable water God. This post is my alternative ending which I think is not only more plausible in terms of the mythology of Doctor Who but more in keeping with the entire theme of the Season.

We pick up the story from the point where Cyberbill is crying over the Doctor’s Body surrounded by destroyed Cybermen….


[Her own Cyber Body is badly damaged from the blast but she barely noticed it in her grief until suddenly the familiar VOORP VOORP of the TARDIS is heard as it materializes engulfing them and scraps of some of the Cyber bodies around them. Bill looks up and is shocked to see Missy at the controls. Missy has a far away look in her eyes as, she walks toward them.]

Bill: You! You came?

Missy: [her voice sounding slightly off] That Cyberbrain master of the obvious, [moving toward The Doctor] How bad is he?

Bill: (Still in tears) He’s dead.

Missy: [scoffing] Let someone who knows see, [Missy moves toward the Doctor who Cyberbill as put down and looks over him, a slight wince in her face as a tiny glow seems to come and go from it] Not quite but he soon will be, even with the TARDIS helping stabilizing him.

Bill: The TARDIS, [Light suddenly dawning] Wait a second. How DID you get the TARDIS here in the first place, come to think of it how did you get in the TARDIS?

Missy: [Sightly energized as she uses her best talking to idiots voice] I’d been doing maintenance on this ship remember, did you honestly think I wouldn’t build in a fail safe telepathic circuit link to me in case I needed it?

Cyberbill: Needed it, what, did the other one leave you behind?

Missy: [wincing] Not without exchanging gifts [moves to the counsel slightly staggering] There’s one chance, we have to jump start him.

Bill: Jump start him?

Missy: [Scrambling up toward the console] It’s the only thing left, if we can channel regeneration energy through the TARDIS into him in might be enough to bring him through. [She begins flipping switches, and grimaces in pain as her hands move over the console. Clearly something is wrong] There’s not enough power, moving through the Unstable time field drained too much and coming here took most of the rest. Without more power I can’t do it.

Bill: [a look of realization hits her face as she speaks Sounding both hopeful and serious] What about me? [Bill walked to Missy at the console The shot changes to the Cyberman Version of Bill and speaks with the Cybervoice] Can we channel what’s left of my internal power to do it?

Missy: That could work, If I siphon your internal power though the TARDIS it might boost the energy enough to work. But your cyber interface is too primitive to connect and I don’t have time to upgrade it, unless. [Picks up the head of a destroyed a Cyberman by it’s Handles] If we use this, wire you though it and it though the TARDIS we can do it, if you don’t care about surviving that is.

Cyberbill: [The shot returns to Bill’s face, she looks at the Doctor lying on the floor then down at her cyber hands and legs] Do it!

Missy: [grins and starts connecting things with a flourish] It never ceases to amaze me how he manages to find all these humans willing to die for him. I’ve never really understood it [ She doubles over with a cry of deep pain and gasps] until today.

Bill: [a look of concern on her face as she realizes something’s wrong with Missy] What’s going on?

Missy: Those ‘gifts’ we exchanged, they were going away presents

Bill: [A look of utter shock] You’re…

Missy: Yes. [Fumbling weakly toward a switch as she wraps a wire around her waist]

Bill: You mean he?..[with a say what face].Isn’t that…suicide?

Missy: [Raising her head it’s Glowing slightly she’s in obvious distress] Where did you think the regeneration energy was going to come from. [She claws forward connecting a cable to Cyberbill’s chest.] Got to hold it back just a little while longer.

Cyberbill: [Finally understanding that they’re making the same sacrifice] I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, you…

Missy: [With a slightly scornful look on her face like a miser caught secretly putting money in a poorbox] You’re not the only one. [half staggers and half crawls to the Doctor wrapping the final cables around his legs] It’s ready. [ In tremendous pain, she raise her head and looks at Bill. ]

Bill: [Nods.] Goodbye Missy.

Missy: [Nods back, Pulls herself up to the console, turns and looks at the Doctor. The shot slows, suddenly she’s deep in thought with the same look on her face as when she was talking about remembering all the people she ever killed] It’s funny. For millennia this was the moment I had dreamed of. The Doctor Dead, Me with his TARDIS, and nobody standing in my way. [Turns toward Bill] I killed him once you know.

Bill: [Suddenly worried] What?

Missy: [deep in thought] I was in a position to blackmail all of creation, life under my rule or death for them all. The only way he could stop we was to pull out a live cable hundreds of feet in the air with nothing else to hold onto. [ Transparent background shot of the 4th doctor pulling the cable out on the Pharos project in episode 4 of Logopolus] I watched him do it, saw him hang, lose his grip and fall. I laughed as he plummeted and lay there dying, with that ridiculous scarf around his neck and that stupid grin still on his face as his friends gathered around him. He died and took the Universe from me. The Universe.[stares at her glowing hands again brighter this time as if nothing will stop it] All I have to do is regenerate and everything I ever wanted for all my lives would be mine [suddenly with the “Evil Missy” look in her eyes] and nothing and nobody in the universe could stop me.

Bill: [Very worried.] Missy!

Missy: [With a tear in her eye] But now all I want is this! [She flips the switch, sparks and explosions fly from the console, The TARDIS , Missy, Cyberbill and the Cyberhead glow with the Regeneration energy. Missy screams in agony. Cyberbill screams and as she collapses suddenly the Cyberhead screams first with her voice and then a voice that slowly becomes mechanical. The column goes up and down, the console crackles and the doors swing open and the cyberhead with the last trace of Bill voice is swept into the Vortex, Handles and all, It will land in the Maldovan Market where Matt Smith’s Doctor will eventually find and adopt her. Missy dives forward closing the doors before the Doctor’s body glowing body can be swept into the vortex. The TARDIS stables and the energy dies down. She staggers toward the Doctor with the energy surging around him, collapses on top of him.]

The Doctor: [A tight shot on his face as he Opens his eyes. He sits up and sees Missy weak and almost lifeless lying over his legs. He looks at her in horror while she looks back and smiles.] Missy!

Missy: [whispering very weak] It worked, I knew it would.

The Doctor: [looks at the still sparking Tardis and cables then down] What have you done?

Missy: [still weak, no longer glowing] Couldn’t stand with you [smiles again], will this do?

The Doctor: [putting it all together, shocked] You didn’t have to do this, you could have regenerated the new you would have thought of something.

Missy: [whispering even weaker] We couldn’t take the chance, couldn’t count on a new me being willing to save you.

The Doctor: We? [Looks to the left and in horror sees Cyberbill’s lifeless form, sparks still coming from the chest unit] No, I’m not worth either one of you let alone both. [He cradles her head in lap ] Hang on

Missy:  [Reaching for his hand] Just for a bit.

The Doctor: [taking her hand in his anger and a trace of panic rising in him]All we’ve been through, we’ve come so far, YOU’VE come so far, I can’t lose you now! I won’t allow it!

Missy: [she smiles at him] You haven’t lost me, you saved me, [their hands slightly glowing together] I’m a part of you now.

The Doctor: [in a tone of resignation] Missy…I….

Missy: [ She looking lovingly at him, winks, and with her last breath] Say…something…nice. [and slumps away without regenerating]

The Doctor: NO!  [Completely overcome hugs her lifeless body sobbing uncontrollably, the shot widens encompassing them and Cyberbill’s body, the shot narrows again, the Doctor lays Missy’s head down stares at her wracked with both guilt and grief, and suddenly doubles over and falls down…

…and we cut back to the original at the point of his flashback of to his companions


That’s how I would have done it. Not only is it better but I think it would even give a proper excuse for him regenerating into a woman as both Bill and Missy’s energy is what triggers it.

I’d be interested opinions on this.