When I studied at @Northeastern
University, Boston was a very different city from the one we see now. It was smaller: metro Boston’s population was
only about 3.5 million. It was
lower. The Prudential Center—the city’s
tallest building—was new but the Hancock Tower had not yet risen and buildings
in the Financial District seldom reached over 10 stories high. The Seaport
District, Faneuil
Hall Market, the Convention
Center and Copley Place
didn’t exist.
There was another, less visible difference, however. It lay in the attitude of the people and was reflected
in the city‘s overall appearance.
Washington Street, 1960 |
Boston was dingier. The
streets and sidewalks were dirty and choked with litter of all kinds. Ditto squares and parks, where grass had been
beaten into bare, pounded dirt. Fountains
didn’t work and the frogpond was an abandoned oval of cracked concrete. Restaurants
were dark and staid.
Aside from the Pru, new construction was largely a government matter with the Federal Reserve building, Government Center, and the Federal office buildings accounting for most of it. The city’s legitimate theaters and the Opera House were closing. Boston’s persona was one of genteel poverty—run-down at the heels, patched at the elbows and just hanging on.
Aside from the Pru, new construction was largely a government matter with the Federal Reserve building, Government Center, and the Federal office buildings accounting for most of it. The city’s legitimate theaters and the Opera House were closing. Boston’s persona was one of genteel poverty—run-down at the heels, patched at the elbows and just hanging on.
Had I asked someone in authority why that was, I probably
would have received this answer: “Look, kid, we just don’t have the money or
the manpower. Sure it would be nice if
the fountain worked or the trash got picked up but it’s all we can do to keep this
thing from falling apart. We’re just
holding on here.”
Holding on seemed to be Boston’s mantra.
The Museum of
Fine Arts offered a prime example.
The grande dame of Boston’s
art scene was opened in 1876 and has been in its stately Fenway location since
1909. Under financial pressure, @MFAboston closed its impressive main door and the beautiful Fenway Drive entrance in 1990. Visitors had only one way in: through an
unimpressive entrance from the parking lot.
The MFA presented a perception to the public that its goal was to
conserve, protect, hold on to what they already had—and no more.
When Boston did finally turn around, it was largely due to
the efforts of people from other parts of the country and other countries. More on that later.
The question I asked was—why? Why did a city with so much going for it have
such a seemingly low opinion of itself?
Why was it so risk averse, its vision so narrow, its ambitions so
limited?
Finally, I have an answer, or part of an answer, at
least. Last week I mentioned Bainbridge
Bunting’s book, “Houses
of Boston’s Back Bay,” which was published in 1967. That means Mr. Bunting was writing it during the
same decade. While I have the gift of
hindsight and know that things will turn out well, he anguished over the future
of Boston in general and the Back Bay in particular.
Mr. Bunting notes that the early nineteenth century was a
period of, “economic expansion and civic improvement” in Boston when the city
was “a serious contender with New York for the leadership of American finance
and commerce.” But that leveled
off. “Not suddenly, but unmistakably,
the earlier expansive progressive Boston now turned her attention to one of
complacency and fulfillment. Heretofore
progressive Boston now turned her attention to the maintenance of the status
quo.” While the author finds it
difficult to pin down exactly the change took place, he is sure it had occurred
by 1890.
The financial community exuded a “stout conservatism” that
is not unfamiliar today. “Rather than
the former willingness to risk wealth in an attempt to develop new and larger
industry, “Boston capitalists now sought safety above all else.”
The author wonders whether this was the result of a deliberate
choice to cultivate the past rather than investing in the future, an intuitive
mistrust of bigness and expansion, or simply a fear of risk.
For an answer, he looks even further back, to Boston native
Frederic J. Stimson’s book, My
United States. Mr. Stimson gave
the reason as “spendthrift trusts,” He
goes on to say that around 1830, the Massachusetts courts decided that “a man could
tie his children’s inheritance up either by deed or will, so that he could not
spend or risk his principal or, indeed, embark in any business. Immense wealth
had been accumulated in Boston in the first sixty years of the republic, but
instead of trusting their sons and sending them out at their own risks with all
their argosies upon life’s seas, as they themselves had done, they distrusted
their abilities and had them all trusteed.”
Think about that.
Imagine what today’s world would be like if @Bill Gates’s father hadn’t
given him $50,000 in seed money, for example.
Stimson continues, “No new enterprise could be undertaken by them for
under court decision they had no capital to risk. Perforce they became coupon cutters, not
promoters of industry. The result of making Boston’s youth mere four-percent
men was to choke off their own energies and largely to divorce business and the
Brahmins.” (pp. 16-17)
Mr. Bunting goes on to give multiple examples of times when
Boston financiers and cultural mavens made conservative decisions that make you
laugh and curl your hair at the same time.
Finally I had my answer—or at least a good answer. My question now is how much that attitude,
now over a century old, still affects today’s Boston? Is this native caution why more California companies buy
Massachusetts start-ups than the other way around? Is this caution why most of our home-grown banks have
disappeared, acquired instead of growing by their own acquisitions? Are these conservative decisions why big
companies like Polaroid, Digital Equipment, and Prime Computer don’t exist anymore?
The MFA's Main Entrance |
The MFA was brought into the 20th century by
Malcolm Rogers, a native of Britain, who became director in 1994 and saved the
museum from its inbred Brahmin roots. In
1995 he took the then-audacious action of renovating and re-opening the
main entrance and, in 2008, the Fenway entrance.
Although he has accomplished many extraordinary things since then—things
no post-1890 Beacon Hill Bostonian could have conceived of—nothing else offers a better
metaphor for a non-Bostonian letting in the fresh air of ambitious thinking.
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