The Root Cities: Chicago Then and Now

The more things change, the more they remain the same. The final installment in The Root's series profiling the Windy City.

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A scene from 1970s Bronzeville, near the Robert Taylor Homes (Getty Images)

The Second City, the City of Broad Shoulders and the City That Works was Frank Sinatra's "kind of town." It is also my hometown.

I came here with my mother when I was about 6 months old. Like countless thousands of others from the deep South in the late 1940s and early 1950s, we took the Illinois Central from Greenville, Miss., north through Memphis to the Windy City in search of the so-called promised land.

Back then, it was a place where a strong back and a willingness to work hard were all a black man or woman needed to make a much better living toiling in one of the city's many booming factories. It certainly beat sharecropping on a Mississippi plantation. My mother's oldest brother had migrated North right after World War II and landed a job at a candy factory, where he worked until he retired nearly 40 years later.

Years later, my mother would tell me how awed she was at her first sight of Chicago's sparkling, big-city lights and tall buildings when we emerged from Union Station in downtown Chicago. She was not quite 19 years old at the time. We settled in a drafty, vermin-infested tenement with my uncle on the city's predominantly black Near South Side, mere blocks from the shores of Lake Michigan. The area is now part of a historic-landmark section of the city known as Bronzeville.

My mother's fascination with Chicago's bright lights soon faded as she quickly began to face the realities of life in what was then one of the most, if not the most, racially segregated cities in the country. Getting a job was not as easy as she had thought; once she found work, she was always paid less than whites doing the same job. Displaced by so-called urban renewal, we moved from one tenement to another, but always in the same general area.

When I was about 12, we were accepted into a new high-rise public housing complex called the Robert Taylor Homes. The Taylor Homes were 28 red-and-white concrete buildings -- 16 stories high, with 10 apartments on each floor -- that stretched for 2½ miles along South State Street, which divided Chicago east and west. They opened to much fanfare in 1962. It was the largest public housing project in the U.S., with more than 27,000 residents, nearly all of them black, and all poor. And that was no accident.

"Chicago is a great city," the late Mayor Richard J. Daley was fond of saying. "It's a city of great neighborhoods." What he did not say, but what everyone who lived in the city understood, was that you were supposed to stay in your own neighborhood, especially if you were poor.

The Robert Taylor Homes were strategically located and designed to keep the masses of poor black people on the South Side of Chicago in one isolated, though beautiful, location. From our 12th-floor apartment in the first building, we had a breathtaking view of Lake Michigan to the east; the majestic skyline of downtown Chicago to the north; the magnificent, recently constructed 12-lane Dan Ryan Expressway to the west; and the remaining Taylor Homes towers and more black ghetto to the south.

Though we could look across the expressway into all-white Bridgeport, where Mayor Daley lived, when I was a boy we could not go there unless it was to a baseball game at Comiskey Park (now U.S. Cellular Field), where the Chicago White Sox played. When the game was over, especially a night game, we had to go straight back across the expressway or face Bridgeport's unwelcoming, largely Irish Catholic residents.

Mike Royko, the iconic Chicago newspaper columnist, once wrote what he swore was the true story of a black couple's unfortunate visit to the home of a white Bridgeport family. While the couple was still inside, a group of neighborhood residents knocked on the door and ordered the family to tell the "niggers" to leave.