Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Milwaukee and Racism

It’s an unexpected joy to learn that Kareem Abdul-Jabbar “likes” Wisconsin.  At least, he says he does, based on the comedic – some would say embarrassingly corny – commercial promoting tourism in the state.  If you haven’t seen it, Kareem re-enacts the part he played in the hilariously funny movie, “Airplane,” as the plane flies over prominent vacation spots in the state.


Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, A/K/A Lew Alcindor Milwaukee Bucks, 1969-1975

Back when he was drafted to play for the Milwaukee Bucks in 1969, he showed little affection for the city or the state and couldn’t wait until he flee to the LA Lakers, as he did in 1975.  In spite of the role he played – along with a marvelous supporting cast including Oscar Robertson, Jon McGlocklin and Bobby Dandridge – in bringing the Bucks their only NBA championship in 1971, he failed to win the hearts of Milwaukee fans the way Oscar (the “Big O”) did.

As a big fan in those days, a co-worker and myself shared two season tickets in the cheap seats at the Milwaukee Arena.  The seats, by the way, offered a better view of the game than any but the most expensive seats in the Bradley Center.  I know I marveled at this towering player’s sky hook and his ability to block shots.  He was a joy to watch; never was such a tall man so graceful.

Nonetheless, many fans were disappointed in how Kareem (then known as Lew Alcindor) rejected Milwaukee, its lack of sophistication and culture when he asked to be traded to either Los Angeles or New York.  Though he didn’t say it directly, it could be inferred that the racism of our city bothered him.  Even then – when the minority population was a fraction of what it is today – Milwaukee had the reputation of being the most segregated city in the U. S.

Despite his snub of our city, I liked Kareem for his intelligence and honesty.  Like his play on the court, he never held it back, and he didn’t in a recent comment in Time Magazine when the Don Sterling’s racist quote caused Sterling to be dropped as owner of the Los Angeles Clippers.

In true Kareem fashion, he minced no words in saying that just because the nation elected an African-American president Americans are still far from wiping out the stain of our historic racism.  The Don Sterling remark was an example and a symbol of how racism still haunts Americans, even when they don’t realize it.

For instance, Kareem reads off the words we often hear from whites that “I don’t care if you’re white, black, yellow or purple.”  Then he writes: “You might be a racist if you’ve used that phrase.”

He continues: “Maybe the worst racism of all is denying that racism exists, because that keeps us from repairing the damage.”

The Milwaukee of forty years ago when Kareem left the Bucks for the Lakers is now a much different place.  Then, it was an acknowledged “white” community with relatively few minorities.  Today, it is a majority minority city; yet, I doubt that if Kareem returned to spend more than a few hours in the community he’d find anything more to be please him.  While African-Americans, Hispanics and the growing numbers of Asian and Middle Eastern persons filter into many neighborhoods of the city, including a few of the suburbs, African-American and Hispanic ghettos are as concentrated and desperate as ever.  Our public school system is less than 20 per cent white.  Wisconsin continues to incarcerate black males to an extent that no other state does.  And our minority poverty rate is among the worst as well.

Meanwhile, the current reactionary state government in Madison has turned a blind eye to assisting in developing a climate in which all citizens may thrive.  Are the politicians making those terrible decisions all racist?  They would tell you that they “don’t see color;” yet, their very blindness to the issues in our minority community betrays their racism even when they don’t realize it.

The solution, Kareem tells us, should come from each of us.  Each and every time we see an example of racist behavior, we should say so.  He writes:  “That’s why the best way to combat racism . . . is to seek it out every minute of every day and expose every instance we find. And not just racism, but also sexism, homophobia and every other kind of injustice that lessens the principles of inclusion that define this country.”

During his five years playing for the Bucks, Kareem hurried back to either his New York roots or to LA as often as he could.  Now, in his recent tourism advertisement, he seems to show a certain fondness for the state.  Do you think he would find Milwaukee any less racist today as it was during his playing days here?   Ken Germanson, June 21,  2014

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A mystery solved!

On a relatively mild February afternoon in 2013, I inexplicably fell into the middle of a street a couple of blocks from my home. It’s one of those things that happen to people of my age (83 then) over which they seem to have no control.

All I remember is heading face down onto the hard, cold asphalt pavement, with my glasses breaking into two pieces. From then on – for perhaps ten or more minutes – everything is more or less a blank. The first clear memory I have is entering the back door of our home.

“I have no idea how I got home, though I have a vague image of being in a car, like a Ford Escape, with a young couple,” I told the emergency room doctors

Though I couldn’t be sure, I figured that the young couple were Good Samaritans and brought me home. Who they were, I had no idea. I had never seen them before, and I began wondering if they even existed. Perhaps I had dreamed the whole episode.

It turned out the fall was quite serious; stitches were required to close wounds on my face, the glasses were ruined and the EKG examination found blood on my brain. As a result I spent two days in intensive care while they kept an eye on me. They tell me the fall, however, has had no lasting effect on the brain, though some who know me may doubt that.

The identity of the mystery couple remained a mystery.


Just the other day, on a warm, sunny June afternoon, I was out walking again, trying to rehabilitate my left knee after a replacement operation six months earlier (another surgery so commonplace among oldsters these days) and found myself headed toward the same intersection into which I fell on that chilly, dreary February afternoon 16 months earlier.

A half-block before the intersection, I notice a woman about to get into a Ford Escape –like vehicle. She looked at me, giving me close examination, as if she may know me. I didn’t recognize her, but as is my neighborly manner greeted her with a “hi.”

She said nothing for an instant before asking: “Aren’t you the man who fell in the street down there a year ago?” She pointed toward the intersection.

“Yes,” I said. I still didn’t recognize the woman, but reasoned that she must have been the woman of the young couple into whose car I remembered from that day.

She agreed she was and I said, “You probably saved my life.” That was no overstatement since perhaps without the couple’s help I might have remained flat down in the street and could have been easily run over in the late afternoon darkness.

“I saw you were all bloody and told my boyfriend that you probably needed help,” she told me. “You wanted to walk home by yourself and you argued with us that you were all right, and my boyfriend had to lift you into the back seat.”

How they realized where I lived I forgot to ask her, but she said they dropped me off at my home and watched me walk up the drive to the backdoor. Later, she said, she was concerned that I might live alone and still need help; she said she checked the house later, got more worried when no one answered the door.

“My daughter had driven me to the hospital by then,” I explained to her.

“I was able to peak through a window and saw a pair of women’s shoes on the floor so I figured you had someone else around,” she said.

“I can’t thank you enough,” I said over and over.

“I’m Patti,” she said, holding out her hand.

Just then a young man, perhaps about 20, walked up. “This is my son,” she said, introducing me. So much for my rescuers being a “young couple;” they had to be at least 40. Well, they are still less than half my age; they must be young.

After more profuse “thank you’s” from me, I continued my walk home, pleased that the mystery of the lost minutes of my life could now be explained.


More and more in these contentious times it is important to know that people are still capable of being kind and helpful. They did not care whether I voted the same way they did; they did not care what religion I practiced or whether I was religious at all; they did not care that I was of a different race.  Their only concern was for the safety of an old man who was in trouble.  Their actions are proof that humanity is still a reality – and it may be what restores us to a better world in the long run. – Ken Germanson, June 13, 2014

‘Put the Guns Down’ event brings more than 100 together

Well over 100 young people filled the site of the Our Next Generation Neighborhood Center at N. 34th Street and W. Lisbon Ave., on Wednesday, June 4, to echo a common message: “Put the Guns Down.”

This combined effort of Westside Academy II and Serve-2-Unite was designed by the teenagers themselves, according to Jennifer Koss, a 7th and 8th grade teacher at the Academy.  They distributed more than 2,000 flyers going door-to-door throughout the neighborhood, stood along Lisbon Avenue to hold up signs advertising the event and distributed information and peace bracelets to participants.

Enthusiasm among the teens was clearly evident as folks from the neighborhood (mainly under eighteen years of age) entered the structure. 

Television crews from two Milwaukee stations (Channels 6 and 12) set up cameras and interviewed the young people, along with a few adults.  At least one radio station was present to do interviews. 

The degree to which gun violence affects the neighborhoods was demonstrated when one of the presenters asked those in the audience to stand if they witnessed various forms of violence, saw guns, had friends with guns and similar questions.  For most of the questions a majority stood, in some cases a good 90 percent stood, an indication of how great the gun violence has been in the neighborhood.

A discussion on possible solutions followed, with the youth gathering in small groups to share ideas and solutions. “They`re going to get the chance to present them to the adults and say ‘this is what we think should happen,’” Koss said.

The program received funds from the Coming Together Partnership to Prevent Gun Violence to cover costs of giveaways and other materials.

When “horse apples” covered our streets

Horses are no longer a part of daily life.  That’s hardly news, of course, but to the longtime erudite sports columnist and author Frank Deford the fact that horses have lost their importance in daily life is one of the reasons that horse racing has lost popularity to the general public.  On his National Public Radio commentary in early June, Deford said even the wide interest over California Chrome’s possible winning of the famed Triple Crown this year will not revitalize the popularity of the sport.

He cited other reasons as well to explain why the names of today’s top racing horses are not household words as were the names of War Admiral, Whirlaway, and Secretariat in the past, who won the Triple Crown in 1937, 1941 and 1973, respectively.  The most famous horse of all – which everyone knew during those Big Band years of the 1930s and 40s – was Seabiscuit; the horse failed in winning the Crown.

Horse-drawn wagon carried Fauerbach's Beer in Madison, Wisconsin (circa 1886)

Horse-drawn wagon carried Fauerbach’s Beer in Madison, Wisconsin (circa 1886)

His remark, however, that horses mean little to the ordinary American was right on the mark, unless, of course, you are an octogenarian like this writer.

Horses were very much a part of a child of the 1930s and 1940s, even for a child like myself who was raised in a suburb adjacent to a major city like Milwaukee.  “Horse apples” were dropped along the streets and as a young bike rider I remember dodging these collections of manure.  The “apples” came from horses pulling wagons that brought our milk each morning, collected our garbage and trash, and delivered the ice for refrigeration (most families still used “ice boxes”).  We were careful to not step into the apples as we trailed along behind the wagon begging the iceman for particles of ice on hot summer days.

The ragman also collected the recyclables of the day, our old clothes, metal products and other junk in a horse-drawn wagon, yelling out “rags,” which sounded more like “rex” in their broken English.

The city of Milwaukee continued to use the horses that drew their garbage wagons to pull snow plows down the city’s side streets.  The ridiculousness of this apparently frugal practice ended after the massive snow storm of January, 1947, clogged many of the city’s streets for a week when the horse drawn plows were hardly able to move in the heavy snow.  Trucks were used then to plow only the main drags.

I got my earliest education about how little boys and girls are born, thanks to the fact that the city’s largest dairy had its horse barn located across the street from our grade school playground.  When we kids (out for a morning recess) saw one horse mount another, a boy who was far more advanced about the facts of life told me what was going on.  Oh how we giggled that day!

Half of the families in Wisconsin were still farming in those days, too, and my parents had friends with working farms.  By then most had begun mechanizing, but there were still horses about and I remember the fright I experienced in riding a frisky mustang when I was about ten years old.  It was a fear I had to later overcome as our children dragged me out to ride horses at a stable.

Thanks to Deford’s observation on NPR, I realized again how important horses were to developing all of America.  They provided the “horsepower” to pull logs out of the woods to create lumber that built our cities; horses delivered the nation’s food, appliances and machinery being led by teamsters, still the name of one of the largest labor unions in the nation.  Horses were still pulling tanks and supply wagons in the earliest days of World War II.

Whether horse racing ever again regains its once proud standing is not important.  What is important is that we not forget the role that this noble animal had in helping to create our current standard of living.  How fortunate the kids of early generations were to have experienced their presence. – Ken Germanson, June 4, 2014.

America’s Ugliest Trait: Revenge

I’ve long wondered why the majority of states in the United States continue to support the death penalty.

It makes little sense, since it has long been felt by a consensus of criminologists (one survey says 88% so believe) that the death penalty does little to prevent crime.  Homicide rates in death penalty states have consistently been higher in  the last 25 years, from a narrow gap in 1990 to a gap that shows there are five homicide deaths in death penalty states per 100,000 to less than four homicides in non-death penalty states.

Many crimes come from a momentary fit of anger or passion; others may come from a person who’s convinced he’ll “get away with it,” and still others, like Ellliot Rodgers, the 22-year-old Santa Barbara (CA) City College student who killed six students and injured 13 others on Memorial Day weekend, may have been planning to die any way, either in the assault or through suicide, as is suspected in Rodgers’ case.

Then, there’s the cost:  In 2008, a California state commission found that the use of the death penalty cost $137 million a year to administer the death penalty, compared to $11.5 million per year to keep the perpetrators in prison for life.  Similar cost gaps were found in Maryland, Tennessee and Kansas.

There’s also the near epidemic of cases wherein some 20 and 30 years later DNA tests have proven the person on death row was innocent; add to that the question of how to kill the perps without seeming barbaric.  No one has a conclusive answer to that.

Why then do 32 states continue to provide for the death penalty?

Perhaps in good conscience, the citizens and political leaders in these states have genuine compassion for the victims.  How can anyone not feel empathy with the parents of a young girl who may have been raped and then brutally murdered?  In the response to this compassion, must they turn to the ancient laws of Hammurabi and his “eye for an eye” mandate?  It’s important to realize that even Hammurabi’s code was not absolute, and covered only those who took the eye of a rich man; the penalty was virtually not used against a commoner or slave.

Sadly, I think too often the death penalty comes from a blood thirst that seems out of place in our democracy.  Let’s admit it folks: the death penalty amounts to an exercise of revenge, compounded by the too often display of macho bravado that is unthinking and just plain dumb.  Frightened politicians fear being called “soft on crime” and therefore continue to perpetrate this shameful practice.

I’m proud that Wisconsin has outlawed the death penalty since 1853 (only Michigan in 1847 did it sooner), continuing a tradition that seems to have brought no additional homicides to the state.  Would that others follow such an example.  Ken Germanson, May 24, 2014.  

Youth dominate Project Bridge’s March for peace

Marchers line up before beginning Project Bridge March at south end of Groppi Bridge

Marchers line up before beginning Project Bridge March at south end of Groppi Bridge

Standing in a cold, pouring April rain, Milwaukee Mayor Tom Barrett looked out upon several hundred similarly wet onlookers to declare that he was seeing the most positive actions among young people that he’d ever experienced in his nearly sixty years.

Milwaukee Mayor Tom Barrett  addresses rally under the Groppi Bridge

Milwaukee Mayor Tom Barrett addresses rally under the Groppi Bridge

If the crowd standing before him was representative of progress among youth, he was right in his observation, since a majority attending this first effort of Project Bridge appeared to be teenagers, many of them members of groups that are dedicated to improving life in the city’s most troubled neighborhoods.

Drawing the folks to this rain-soaked event was an effort by a community-wide coalition entitled Bridge Project Milwaukee, perhaps a name appropriate to the site of the event, the Groppi Bridge (the old 16th Street Viaduct).  It was the scene of many of the city’s civil rights struggles of the 1960s, when Northsiders sought to “integrate” Milwaukee’s South Side predominately white neighborhoods.

Saturday’s event began with marchers gathering at each end of the bridge, northsiders at N. 16th St. and W. Clybourn Ave. and southsiders at Cesar Chavez Dr. and W. Pierce St.  They marched to join in mid-viaduct, and then moved together down the ramp at Emmber Lane to a park-like area along Canal St., near to the bridge.

There the marchers gathered around speakers including Mayor Barrett, District Attorney John Chisholm, Alderman Robert Perez, County Supervisor David Bowen and others.  Speeches were kept mercifully short, as the cold rain intensified, but they drew a spirited response from the enthusiastic crowd that had been entertained by a drumming group.

Speakers also cited the elderly marchers scattered among the group, many of whom had participated in the 1960s civil rights efforts.

The marches and rally are a kickoff to the Project Bridge initiative that also inaugurated that day its online presence through a website and social media.  In June, the Project plans to produce a music video, using the anthem for the group, “United We Must Stand.”  Beginning in July, the Project will be encouraging the creation of Bridge Projects throughout Milwaukee neighborhoods.

A. Philip Randolph legacy in civil rights and labor traced

Norman Hill (left) with Nacarci Feaster, president of Milwaukee Chapter of APRI

Norman Hill (left) with Nacarci Feaster, president of Milwaukee Chapter of APRI

Far too many union members and African-Americans today may never have heard of A. Philip Randolph, not realizing the contributions he made both to the civil rights movement and to labor.

WIlliam E. (Bill) Johnson, retired business manager of Laborers Local 113, received the Milwaukee APRI Chapter's Achievement Award at the event.

WIlliam E. (Bill) Johnson, retired business manager of Laborers Local 113, received the Milwaukee APRI Chapter’s Achievement Award at the event.

Norman Hill, longtime labor and civil rights activist and president emeritus of the A. Philip Randolph Institute, outlined the major legacy that Randolph left upon his death at the age of 90 in 1979.  Hill, of Washington, spoke at a program sponsored by the Institute’s Milwaukee Chapter in April to celebrate the 125th Anniversary of Randolph’s birth.

Hill traced Randolph’s life from his founding and leadership of the Sleeping Car Porters Union, the nation’s first predominately black trade union, and his leadership of the union became a springboard that led him to leave a significant mark on the nation’s civil rights and labor history.  Randolph brought pressure upon President Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1940 to issue an Executive Order banning discrimination in defense industries, perhaps the first significant action by the federal government to end such practices.

Randolph today is best known for developing – along with Bayard Rustin – the famed 1963 March on Washington, where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. made his memorable “I Have a Dream” speech.  Hill recalled that President John F. Kennedy at first opposed the March, fearing it would become violent and create a backlash against the civil rights movement.  Hill said Randolph persisted and the March was held, its eventual success made possible by the inclusion in the program of both African-American and white leaders, particularly from the labor movement.

The Civil Rights Act of 1964, he said, did not originally contain a job discrimination clause, and it was eventually included when Randolph persuaded AFL-CIO President George Meany to push for it.  The clause banned racial discrimination by both companies and labor unions, with Meany urging it cover unions, many of which then practiced discriminatory behavior and needed to “clean up their own act.”

Randolph believed that blacks would never be able to gain equality unless they got involved in politics.  He constantly called for blacks to engage in building coalitions with whites, “since whites were also affected by economic issues,” Hill said.  In 1965, Randolph founded the Institute that bears his name, settings its three main goals to promote voter participation, get black workers active within their unions and to establish a positive labor presence in the community

Thus the Institute provides a link between labor and the civil rights movement, Hill said.

He stressed the importance of engaging in political activity by outlining the anti-worker and anti-civil rights actions that were occurred under four U.S. Presidents that were elected without the support of organized labor.  Under Richard Nixon, he said, the Republicans “southern strategy” was created, a movement that called for a “law and order” agenda that were code words against civil rights.  President Reagan opposed both the voting rights and civil rights acts through appointments of administrators that stifled enforcement and gave a permanent blow to labor by firing the striking air traffic controllers in 1981.

Both Bushes, Geroge H. W. and George W., followed similar policies of appointing anti-worker persons to the Supreme Court or key commissions.

Hill said experiences under such Presidents show the need for becoming more active in political action.

Coalition-building is a vital goal to success, he said, urging the involvement of youth and reaching out to other community groups, including all of the civil rights groups of all minorities, including Hispanics, seniors, gay and other progressive organizations.  In that way, Hill concluded, today’s activists will “fulfill the legacy of A. Philip Randolph and Bayard Rustin.



Our words may have changed, but racism lingers on — particularly in Wisconsin

It’s hard to forget certain dates.  Today, April 4, is one of them.  It is exactly 46 years after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I remember exactly where I was when I learned of his death in Memphis, where he was gunned down on the balcony of the Loraine Motel while participating in a rally in support of striking sanitation workers.  The headline of his death greeted me on the following morning as I entered the coffee shop in a downtown hotel in Decatur, Illinois, where I was working on a labor union project.

An older union representative whom we called “Red” saw the headline about the same time I did and uttered something like “it’s about time someone got that b—–d.”   I forget his exact words, but that’s what he meant.

In 1968, Red’s attitude was fairly typical among whites who considered Dr. King a radical, a communist, a troublemaker and a danger (the nouns usually accompanied by expletives).  We’ve come a long way since then, and I’m certain there’s a rare union man or woman who would share Red’s feelings, much less speak out loud so hatefully.  Much of the nation has adopted Dr. King as a symbol of peace and we celebrate his life with a national holiday, full of honor and praise.

Yet, how far have we “really” come as a nation in rooting out racial hatred and in providing persons of color with true equality and opportunity?

Some of us in the North might think most of the barriers have been broken through.  In many ways, it is true: particularly in urban areas there is a cheek-by-jowl existence with persons of varied racial backgrounds that forces us to live and work together in a semblance of harmony.  We joke and share stories with persons of other ethnic backgrounds almost every day; yet, when we socialize or meet for lunch, we too often go our separate ways.

In Wisconsin, we should be particularly ashamed.  Just a few days before April 4, the Annie E. Casey Foundation published a report ranking the Badger State the “worst” among the 50 states for black children in an index measuring 12 key indicators at various stages of life, including home situation, educational skills and income.

The report is a true indictment of our state’s failure to deal effectively with this economic and social inequity.  It only confirms what most of us have known for years.

Sadly, the policies being expressed among our leaders in Madison will do nothing but exacerbate the situation.  Governor Scott Walker and Republican-controlled Legislature have cut several avenues to better health care by refusing to expand Medicaid while cutting back on BadgerCare.  It has further sliced such benefits as FoodShare that assist poor families; it has taken steps that have weakened the Milwaukee Public School system.  None of the actions of the current Administration will do anything but to make the inequities facing African-Americans grow worse.

You may hear occasional platitudes from Walker and Rep. Paul Ryan (the Wisconsin Republican who heads the House Budget Committee) honoring Dr. King, but don’t accept such hypocrisy.  Perhaps, if they were being honest with us, they’d sound more like Red in that hotel coffee shop in 1968.  Ken Germanson, April 4, 2014

A Packers’ fan shares wife’s lament over wiping out over half of figure-skating television show

My wife is among the many dedicated fans of figure skating in the Milwaukee area who were disappointed when the Journal Sentinel’s Channel Four nearly totally obliterated an NBS Sports figure-skating competition with its coverage of Sunday’s snow storm.

After showing only four skaters, Channel Four chose to replace coverage of the two-hour show with “Storm Team 4” on the job, its helicopters hovering over sections of highways, both where traffic was moving steadily and of accident machines.  From then on Channel Four neglected returning to NBC’s coverage of figure-skating and chose instead to repeat showing the same storm scenes again and again.

“That wouldn’t have happened if it was Packers’ game,” my wife intuitively said.

In another part of the house I watched the Packers game, barely aware of the storm coverage from the Channel Six crew.  To be sure, their weather folks gave storm up-dates by tacking them onto commercial breaks, and except in one case, viewers missed little of the game.   (Even that minor intrusion that caused fans to miss a crucial turnover brought about complaints, as reported by Sports columnist Bob Wolfley in the Dec. 9 pages of the Journal Sentinel.) http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/sports/234975801.html

Why this contrast?  Obviously, viewership of figure skating on television is far less than that of our national obsession in pro football and that might explain part of Channel Four’s reasoning in so callously overriding the wishes of the fans.

But even with that, the storm was not much when compared to what’s to be expected in December in Wisconsin and certainly didn’t require such repetitious wall-to-wall coverage.  The only motivation that makes sense is that Channel Four must receive advertising revenue from its weather coverage.  Why else would the Channel bombard its viewers with such coverage for a three-inch snow?  Kenneth A. Germanson, Dec. 11,2013

When our noses smelled Milwaukee’s prosperity!

There was a time when you could tell by your nose where you were in Milwaukee.

When you felt the sour, sweet odors of animal renderings impregnate your senses you knew you were likely crossing the old 6th Street viaduct; scattered across the acres under the bridge and to either side stood Milwaukee’s thriving packinghouse industry with names like Plankinton and Armour.

If the rotten egg scent entered your head, you might be driving along S. First Street at about Greenfield Avenue, created by the old Milwaukee Solvay Coke Works that was cooking up fuel for foundries and other manufacturers or for residences that burned the fuel.  Maybe, too, the sharp scent of foundries stung your nostrils as you wandered  along South First or along Greenfield Ave. in West Allis.


A 1954 photo shows smoke emanating during manufacturing process.

Also emanating from the Industrial Valley that rimmed the Menomonee River to about 50th Street were foul scents of tanneries like Pfister and Vogel; similar scents arose from along North Water Street from Gallun and around N.32nd Street and West Hampton Ave. and South Greeley Street in Bay View from the two Greenebaum tanneries.

Driving along West St. Paul Avenue about 20th Street you’d likely find a yeasty odor in the air brought on by the old Red Star Yeast Co.

At about South 43rd and West Mitchell Streets, you’re suddenly hit with the malty smell from the huge silos of Froedtert Malt preparing the goodies that filled Milwaukee’s four major breweries, Schlitz (the largest brewery in the USA in the late 1940s), Schlitz, Miller, Blatz and Pabst and two popular secondary brewers, Gettleman and Braumeister.

Gone from downtown is the sweet scent of Ambrosia Chocolate plant that brought smiles to the workers and lawyers entering the Courthouse or the students at Milwaukee Area Technical College.

As a child of the Great Depression and a teen during World War II, these were the smells that permeated my senses and all of Milwaukeeans then.

Some of the scents were downright nauseating – such as what occurred on stuffy summer nights when it was necessary to open windows to get priceless breaths of air, only to be greeted by a combination of all the scents.

The scents are gone from the city today, along with the jobs that created those scents as well as a comfortable standard of living for so many Milwaukee families.  At one time, Milwaukee was called the “machine shop of the world” and there’s no doubt that the industrious spirit of workers and ingenuity of many of the entrepreneurs were critical to the production of U.S. industries to help win World War II.

In addition, the city often ranked among the top three communities in the country for production in leather, beer, shoes, hosiery, machine tools and other areas.

We don’t wish the foul and intrusive odors to come back, though we’d welcome them again if it meant the jobs that created them were still here.  Ironically, with a mix of EPA regulations and modern technology such production could return nearly odorless.

No doubt about it, Milwaukee is a changed city.  Somehow all of our leaders and citizens need to figure out how to thrive in the new odor-free environment. November 16, 2013.