Some free advice to President-elect Obama
President-elect Obama, we’re informed, intends to create an Office of Urban Policy. Obama is a lawyer, and I’m sure he’s thinking more about social issues than about architecture or urban design. But at this writing (in early December), nobody knows who will occupy the new office, or what its brief will be. Maybe architects will begin to have some influence on public architecture? It doesn’t happen often. Architects aren’t known for their political skills. My friend Dick Swett, who used to be a United States Representative from New Hampshire, believes he was the only architect to serve in Congress in the 20th century.
Not so long ago, though, the State Department maintained an active panel of architectural advisers, many of them distinguished architects. And the Public Buildings Service of the General Services Administration (GSA) ran its superb Design Excellence Program, based on Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s famous 1962 memo, “Guiding Principles for Federal Architecture.” Wrote Moynihan, memorably: “The policy shall be to provide requisite and adequate facilities in an architectural style and form which is distinguished and which will reflect the dignity, enterprise, vigor, and stability of the American national Government … Design must flow from the architectural profession to the Government, and not vice versa …” Under Design Excellence, the GSA recruited a “National Register of Peer Professionals” to help it select architects and monitor their designs. (Disclosure: I was one of the first batch of 26 peers, back in 1994).
Fear versus dignity But those admirable efforts were dissipated under the current administration. The State Department retreated to cookie-cutter, standardized designs for its embassies — designs (and sitings) that say more about our fear of terrorists than about our dignity or enterprise. And the GSA, while it still maintains its roster of peers, is far less active than in the years when it was building its fine string of federal courthouses.
For starters, we can ask Obama (hey, what else does he have to worry about?) to restore the active presence of the architectural profession in these two key federal functions.
My other suggestions are a little weirder. But nobody says I have to make them politically feasible.
Raise the gas tax through the roof. I remember hearing the economist John Kenneth Galbraith propose this at least 15 years ago. It’s obvious common sense. Gas is incredibly cheap. You pay $20 for a gallon of paint today, but a gallon of gasoline — which has to be extracted, refined, shipped maybe halfway around the world, and delivered to your pump (with the source, perhaps, protected by expensive warfare) — comes, as I write, to less than $2. Back in the early 1950s, when I was a kid, my Dad paid about 30 cents a gallon, which means that the price has been dropping, in real value, all my life. Thirty cents in the early ‘50s would be worth at least $2.50 today.
My newspaper recently carried a full-page ad from Exxon Mobil, informing us that only about a fourth of the world’s oil reserves have been extracted to date, but that (hooray!) Exxon is busy inventing new technologies to extract the rest — in order, says the ad, to lower the cost to the consumer. This from the company that last year posted the largest profit in corporate history.
It’s madness. It’s as if Exxon were telling us to save and use our old slide rules and typewriters and forget about computers. That’s how backward-looking its energy policy is. Exxon should be finding new energy sources, not looking for new ways to carbonize the world’s atmosphere.
A stiff gas tax, like those in Europe, could pay for the improvement of our disastrous national infrastructure — our failing roads, sewers, bridges, tunnels, all that. It would make alternative sources of energy more competitive. And people would again collect into walkable, bikeable communities, which could be efficiently served by public transportation. That gain in density might do wonders, too, for the social health of cities, towns, and villages. I’m not as appalled by our scattered car-culture suburbs, as, say, Jim Kunstler, who writes: “The suburbs have three destinies, none of them exclusive: as materials salvage, as slums, and as ruins.” Infilling them, surely, is a fourth possible destiny. But I agree that a lot of Americans in those thinned-out suburban worlds are feeling the lack of what used to be called togetherness. Not being members of a genuine, close-knit society, they create surrogates. They watch and discuss the lives of media celebrities as if they were friends or relatives. Or they join one of the fantastically successful so-called megachurches. Those, too, are surrogates: they supply, seven days a week, many of the social qualities that used to be supplied by actual communities.