Emotional goodbye at Michigan airport as woman deported after 30 years in U.S.

After 30 years in the U.S., where she raised three children, worked and paid taxes in Sterling Heights, Zahrija Purovic, 50, was put on a plane and sent to Montenegro on Thursday.

Despite no criminal record and a pending motion for a stay of removal in federal appeals court, immigration authorities ordered her to pack her belongings, purchase a plane ticket and appear at Detroit Metro Airport.

Upon arriving with family members and friends around 4 p.m. Thursday, two ICE agents told Purovic that she had not been granted a stay, and escorted her to her flight.

Story written by Dana Afana.

Childhood memories from Detroit 1967: ‘It was war’

What Venita Thompkins remembers most from July 1967 is her Easter dress.

It was cut from pristine white cloth, adorned with frilly lace, complete with a set of even purer white gloves.

Her mother was wary of giving her chocolate for fear that she might sully the spotless garment. On Easter morning, as her family went to church, Thompkins’ mother stashed the treats in her purse.

It was hot then, as hot as it is in July 2017. The chocolate melted, and when she ate it, Thompkins got it everywhere.

She never got her dress back – it was burned to a crisp at the local cleaners, one of the first casualties of destruction and looting on 12^thStreet in the Detroit 1967 riots.

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Looter in Detroit 1967 riot: ‘You can only be held down for so long’

A rebellion: That’s what Frank Thomas, like many longtime Detroiters, calls the riot of July 1967.

To most observers, a riot is a riot. It was senseless violence and opportunistic looting.

For Thomas, it wasn’t that simple.

It was an uprising; a vent for homebrewed rage simmering in the black community for years.

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Cops remember Detroit 1967 riot, racial divide that persisted

Tom Robinson never wanted to be a police officer.

But he was broke and unemployed, laid-off from his factory job in 1963.

Eventually, an unemployment counselor insisted he apply to join Detroit police force.

“He said, ‘you want your next check?'” Robinson recalled. “‘Then you’ll take that exam.'”

After two attempts, Robinson became a Detroit cop stationed at the city’s 10^th Precinct.

By his own account, the retired 79-year-old sergeant picked a hell of a time to join the force.

Four years later, at 3:30 a.m. on July 23, 1967, police raided an after-hours club at the corner of 12^th Street and Clairmount Avenue.

Written by Ben Solis.