GM's collapse = the new productions weren't suited for the customers (too much consuming cars, SUVs)
 Obama wanted to prevent GM from falling down = hoping that ppl were going to keep on buying American cars.
 Eventually = Finally → filed for bankruptcy.
 
 Tough time for GM = government intervention was to blame. 11Bn $ hole. They tried to diversify (go big or go home = casinos, hotels, attractions...). Relocation / Offshoring to China. Americans tend to live large = focused on making money = big mistake. Foreign cars = more « fuel efficient » than American cars, and less expensive.

a. The narrator is Chapter Eleven's brother and Milton is their father who had just passed away
b. They're from Greek origin
c. They left Florida to go to Detroit
d. They are mourning (en deuil) their father and they are heading to the funeral
e. The depiction of the city reflects the character's feelings : first they pass "the giant Uniroyal tire and the thready woods of Inkster" (l.6-7) : it stands for a symbol of past opulence in the city of Detroit, the bygone days of Detroit's glory. But they are progressively leaving this long lost glory to head to Detroit's decay : the city looks dilapidated, rundown "entropy / condemned houses / vacant lots, gray and frozen..." Instead of "furriers" and "movie palaces" that made the reputation of Detroit in the 60s, all there is left of this city is scattered and damaged leftovers. This sharp contrast could mirror the narrator's feelings. When the landscape is almost given human feelings and seems to empathize with the characters' feelings, it's called "pathetic fallacy" : the narrator has just lost his father, he's probably eaten up by grief, and the city could epitomize this macrocosmic version of his father : once dignified and grand, now destroyed and shattered. Indeed, it looks "emptier" now, just like the narrator might feel after losing his father. Nonetheless, his feelings which conjure up melancholy, nostalgia and sorrow are tinged with hope. The sun is rising like "a leakage or flood, seeping into the ground", which could stand for a beacon of hope. Detroit is like the phoenix, as its motto reads "we shall rise from our ashes", so is the narrator. After mourning, the only thing he can do is rise again. 
f. The town will probably collapse, be forgotten and erased, as all the shops are closing and the city center is litteraly dying. This passage really points out the past situation of Detroit (from the 70s till the 2000s approx) when the center was gradually shutting down due to GM's bankruptcy. ​
g. The blood banks / methadone clinics... are places dedicated to the sick, the ill, the drug addicts, the homeless... Indeed the center is plagued by destitution and diseases, above all in the 90s : many people had lost their jobs, fallen ill (a-i-d-s
...) 

Unfortunately, northerners did not welcome African Americans with open arms. While the legal systems of the northern states were not as obstructionist toward African American rights, the prejudice among the populace was as acrimonious. White laborers complained that African Americans were flooding the employment market and lowering wages. Most new migrants found themselves segregated by practice in run down urban slums. The largest of these was Harlem. Writers, actors, artists, and musicians glorified African American traditions, and at the same time created new ones.

In 2013, the movement began with the use of the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter on social media after the acquittal of George Zimmerman in the shooting death of African-American teen Trayvon Martin in February 2012. Black Lives Matter became nationally recognized for its street demonstrations following the 2014 deaths of two African Americans: Michael Brown—resulting in protests and unrest in Ferguson—and Eric Garner in New York City.

Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

You god damn right!

Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swoll off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from, the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me!
Huh, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got somethin' to say

Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the Police

Pull your god damn ass over right now
Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin' me over for?
'Cause I feel like it!
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
Man, fuck this shit
Aight smart ass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail!

MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
To the jury about this fucked up incident?

Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
Because the niggas on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin'
And the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in
A stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin' behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, and I'm a fuck you up!
Make you think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me
Or any asshole, that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The motherfuckin' villain that's mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Yeah, somethin' like that
But it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin' out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the Police

Yeah man, what you need?
Police, open now
Aww shit
We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em
(Move motherfucker, move now!)
What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?
Just shut the fuck up
And get your motherfuckin' ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)
But I didn't do shit
Man just shut the fuck up!

Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

I'm tired of the motherfuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and
Shinin the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe cause I blast
On a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigger
Of any Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot
By me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm drivin off laughin this is what I'll say

Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the Police

The verdict
The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck,
White bread, chicken shit motherfucker
But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie!
Get him out of here!
I want justice!
Get him the fuck out my face!
I want justice!
Out, right now!
Fuck you, you black mother fuckers!

Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police