'Nearby' and 'Suburb' being the operative word. He made himself into a working-class man growing in a working-class town, when in fact he was a middle-class kid growing up in the 'burbs.
It's as if someone growing up in Beverly Hills would claim to understand the plight of the workers because Beverly Hills and East LA's projects are both in the same area.
You shouldn’t opine when you've no idea what you are talking about – it just shows that you are willfully ignorant.
I too was born in Flint...four years after Moore, in fact...at the time my family also lived in Davison (where Moore's family moved). Davison was/is a working class suburb of Flint. It was small, two and three bedroom ranch house (Levittown-like). It was "middle class" because the factories in Flint made automobile workers middle class.
In the early 1960s, Flint was rich. Indeed, it's per capita earnings were in the top five in the United States...I seem to remember that they were about $29,000 p/y (in 1960). That was how good those jobs in a company town were.
(Interestingly, “suburbs” like Davison emerged as places where White working families moved to get away from the blacks in the inner-city. Racism isn’t pretty, but there was a fair amount of it in Flint as so many workers had come from the South during WWII…but that’s another discussion).
But comparing Davison, however, to Beverly Hills, is meaningless (besides, everyone knows that the "rich" people in Genesee County Michigan live in Grand Blanc and Fenton). Ten years prior to the Moore’s moving there, it would have been a small farming community. It exists today because working/middle class factory workers moved there. These were working people trying to get the American dream…they made good wages in the shop and during this period they could earn a lot of overtime. Beverly Hills? Seriously. Mayberry, maybe.
Moore is very problematic. For instance, his portrait of the decline of Flint in Roger and Me takes some chronological and even factual liberties. However, I was living there at the time, and the mood and spirit of Flint's decline that he captured was dead on.
In fact, I worked on an auto line in Pontiac during the summer of 76 and again in 77. We were building crap cars. Everyone liked to blame the American worker...too well paid, too secure in their jobs, incompetence protected by the Union, etc. ... However, I saw from working on the line that it was GM that was really at fault. No, the workers are not with out blame, but GM designed the car. GM built or contracted for the parts. GM created the conditions that existed on the shop floor. But, apparently, it was the workers fault.
I am not sure what to think about the demise of GM. I still grieve for Flint...I remember it as a great place to grow up, at least until about 1975.
As a further aside, I've never understood the anger that some have about America auto workers and the high wages they won. First, they negotiated those deals. Second, it made millions of families middle class. They sent their kids to college, they bought homes, and cars and lived the American dream -- were they not supposed to have the American dream because they were industrial workers?
Having had family involved in the Strike of 1936 at Fisher Body in Flint, the conditions GM workers had prior to Unionization (and the same for Ford) were awful.
There was a lot wrong with our auto industry, but I guarantee you that union workers were not first on the list.
Anyway, all of which to say is that Davison in the fifties and sixties was a working, middle class suburb of Flint, modest houses, mostly autoworkers and their families. You may not like Moore, but his beginnings are pretty much as he describes it.
I knew him (a passing acquaintance) many years ago in Flint when he was still running the Michigan Times (before he went to Mother Jones and than got into film-making). He was arrogant and self centered...but he really did care about the demise of our community, what it was doing to workers and their families and the town. In some respects, while a radical, he is very conservative...if you really think about it, Roger and Me laments the passing of a great middleclass life for many industrial workers...a life we both knew in the Sixties, to have it be replaced by the confusion, bad decisions and poor auto design of the 70s. For all his posturing, he was looking backward to a time when autoworkers could live in a nice ranch house in Davison Michigan, before GM took the jobs to Mexico (and we can have another argument about that at a later point)