Dennis Wayne Archer was always a builder.
It wasn’t the Motown sound or the riot smoke that brought him up – it was the law books, the black robes, the boardrooms.
Make no mistake: his hands were spinning on Detroit’s fragile rebirth at a time when the city had almost been written off as a loss.
Archer wasn’t radical.
He wasn’t flashy.
But he was exactly what Detroit needed in the 1990s: a shrewd outsider with a knack for making things work.
A polished pragmatist, a visionary, driven leader who could shake hands with executives and stroll through neglected neighborhoods.
He didn’t just govern Detroit.
He dignified it.


