We tried to save the building, we tried to get folks to buy it, we tried negotiating with the owners. Ultimately the building came down, the Standard Brewery logo and some architectural pieces of the building were saved. Only a scar is left where the building held its True Chicago corner for over one hundred years. I shed a tear, and from here on out I will look at that dirt pile and play the contours of that building and the memory of that building I my head. And reimagine over and over what it was like when it was there. And how the space felt when it took that corner.
But let it be said that I'm ok and I'm at peace, because I care and will fight more for people, their cultural preservation, their memory, over a building's preservation. It's important for me to make this statement because I have to say it to believe it, this is a fresh conviction. I do love and grieve the loss of things that have endured the test of time. I hate the loss of a life, a people group, a culture, a history, a building, a sacred place, an unspoiled space, a tree. All in that order. I need to say this to believe it and to order my priorities correctly. I think all of us preservationists are just basically torn down human beings.