Back in the early 1980s, several commentators writing in the local press lamented the loss of MontrÃ©al’s once prosperous and boisterous port. In the late 1970s, several grain silos, elevators and warehouses were torn down – allowing views such as this one today – and new facilities were built further to the east. MontrÃ©al did not lose a port, it was simply moved to new facilities, enlarged, with its oldest portion re-configured as a tourist destination (which currently brings in roughly 2 million visitors per year). The linear park system installed in place of former depots was constructed in the early 1990s, another element of the city’s 350th anniversary spending-spree. Today, the Old Port has found a new purpose as upscale, chic playground, while the Port of MontrÃ©al continues to play a vital role as the largest inland port in North America and the third most important general freight port on the Eastern Seaboard. Despite all of this, the perception back in the day was that MontrÃ©al was losing its prominence, losing an element that once made us great. I find locals are still quick to jump on this bandwagon – seldom traveling far east enough to see the port in action, they opt instead for the more destructive concept that the city has been lost – it’s raison-d’etre torn down by literal bulldozers.
In the summer of 1967, roughly 50 million people came to MontrÃ©al, and an overwhelming majority of those people would have passed through this space, the former Place-des-Nations. To think that such a crossroads of world culture would become a temporary parking space for eighteen-wheelers is beyond offensive. So many have told me of the electricity in the air in this place that fateful summer; despite its appearances, it still retains a particular emotive quality. It imposes an odd reverence on you, as though it was a ruin of a once great people. How hard would it really be to transform this space into something worthy of its significance, of our accomplishment?
The following is a list of unfinished projects, forgotten ideas, white elephants and missed chances from the past few decades; if there was ever an unfortunate characteristic demonstrable of MontrÃ©al, it would be our unfortunate history of not following through on our plans and not having the confidence to continuously find solutions to the inevitable obstacles to our progress:
- – Mirabel International Airport
- – Griffintown
- – Habitat 67
- – The MontrÃ©al Aquarium
- – Olympic Stadium
- – Downtown baseball stadium
- – Expo 67 museum
- – Overdale
- – Heritage Theaters/ Downtown Theater District
- – Turbo-trains
- – Windsor Station
- – Victoria STOLport
- – 1909 PQAA Park Avenues recommendation
- – Mount-Royal Funicular
- – Trams
- – Golden Square Mile mansions
- – Medical-tourism hospital
- – Underground City extensions
- – Pie-IX, West-End, Airport, Anjou, St-Leonard and LongueuilÂ MÃ©tro extensions
- – Public washrooms
- – Vespesiennes (dit CamÃ©liennes)
The absolute worst part about starting a new blog is not just the knowledge that youâ€™re adding to an infinite and growing number of projects generally doomed to failure, but thereâ€™s the added apprehension about posting any idea to the vastness of the internet â€“ am I not just adding to a lot of pollution and noise? And who am I to say anything at all? So much of what we see, regardless of the medium, is so often the ramblings of mad man or a half-cocked idea with a half-assed implementation.
Then thereâ€™s the troublesome issue of the title: it needs to be intelligible, remarkable, perhaps even clever or witty. Canâ€™t be presumptuous, canâ€™t assume to pretence, canâ€™t be monolithic etc. Why is it that the medium which is the most open and available means of communicating original thought so quickly mired in the hang-ups and details generally saved for the end with regards to other media? If you can retain your optimism after the initial delays of having to come up with a catchy name off the top of you head, perhaps you recognize the form and function of this medium is inherently evolutionary, at least if its done right. Isnâ€™t it a joy to see the development, the permutations, and the triumph of doggedly pursuing your intent to spread your own personal gospel? And arenâ€™t the naysayers who whip out catchphrases like: â€˜well thatâ€™s been doneâ€™ or, â€˜kinda arrogant, no?â€™ simply incapable of getting past the first hurdles?
I certainly hope soâ€¦
I donâ€™t know exactly how and where this blog will go, but I know how and where to push, so perhaps Iâ€™ll push it into somewhere known and meaningful amongst the vast debris of an infinitely growing web of thought.
I donâ€™t consider the current working title to be particularly attractive, and generally speaking it would be an unknown word to most English speakers â€“ so be it, thereâ€™s a story there, and in part it relates rather well to what I think Iâ€™m trying to accomplish.
Simply put Kondiaronk was a diplomat, perhaps one of the first in recorded Canadian history. He was a Huron Chief who died in MontrÃ©al in 1701 of the dreaded smallpox. When he left to attend the great conference he helped create that fateful summer, he knew the risk to his health was high, and that he would likely not return. About 1,300 other Aboriginal delegates travelled to MontrÃ©al that year seeking the same peace, the same general agreement between civilized and sovereign peoples â€“ they knew whatever the risk to their personal health via European-borne diseases, thereâ€™s was a mighty and vital task. And in the end, after several days of negotiations, the colonial government of New France signed a peace treaty with 39 Aboriginal nations in what is today Canada and a good portion of the North-eastern United States. This was a meeting between peoples who held each other in high esteem â€“ they considered each other as equal and free men and had no reason not to. They would conclude the Great Peace of MontrÃ©al with much rejoicing; though they did not know it at the time, they would have participated in the first documented example of participatory, representative government in Canada, a glowing example of early federalism.
What strikes me is how innovative it was for the time. It was original thinking, very creative and profoundly unique â€“ the logical development given the circumstances and context of those deliberate and delicate first moments of contact. Two groups of peoples from extremely different backgrounds, cultures, languages and societies came into intimate contact with one-another and produced original solutions to complex socio-cultural problems. A new people were being born through synthesis.
So this blog aims to look at our historical and cultural identity for solutions to current problems in MontrÃ©al, pertaining to design, culture, society and sustainable development, in the broadest sense of those terms. I may as well identify it off the bat â€“ Iâ€™m certain Iâ€™ll be able to sum up this blog in a sentence several weeks from now, but Iâ€™m not there yet. Sorry for the vagueness but thatâ€™s the humanity of the medium, it needs to be forgiving, a little loose.