While my Grandma was alive she often told our family her story of passing by the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre aftermath on her way to work the morning of February 14, 1929. Bessie Banks, 23 years old at the time, was on the Clark street bus to her job at the Palmer House when the vehicle rode past the scene of the grisly crime at 2122 N. Clark St. just a couple hours after it happened.
Every time she told the story she would mention that the gangster era of Chicago was very overblown, in regards to the level of danger to the average citizen. She would always say that they didn’t bother anybody, and only fought amongst themselves.
Her re-telling of the times when Al Capone was ruling this town mirror the conflicted, complicated and often contradictory legacy he left in not just Chicago, but the entire world.
As we’re just one week away from the 90th anniversary of what is arguably the city’s most infamous episode, the opportunity to revisit the current state of the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre site presents itself. The best of what’s previously been written on this topic comes from Alex Bean of Chicago Detours.
He points out how the vicious killing of five members of the North Side Gang, along with two of their associates or affiliates, changed the public perception of Capone forever:
Up to that time Capone had been a popular gangster–one could say even a celebrity. He courted publicity and openly allied his gang with the corrupt administration of Mayor William Hale Thompson. Many Chicagoans considered him a modern day Robin Hood. Yet this crime was so savage, bloody, and brazen that the public, newspapers, and law enforcement all turned on Capone. The press declared him “Public Enemy #1″ in 1930.
The seven men, including the top lieutenant of North Side gang leader Bugs Moran, were placed up against the back wall of the SMC Cartage company and savagely slaughtered by four members of their South Side rivals, known as the Chicago Outfit.
Two of the men were dressed as Chicago Police officers, and while the crime is officially unsolved- everyone involved knew then that is was ordered by Mr. Alphonse Capone who was in Miami at the time.
The intended target was Moran himself, but like Daffy Duck, Capone was never able to defeat Bugs. Moran slept-in that day, escaped death and lived until 1957, when he passed away at age 63 in Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary. The SMC Cartage company building was demolished in 1967, after at least one business failed after setting up shop in the garage.
Any business that attempted to set up shop there was destined to fail, because as Bean put it: “the crime passed from news into mythic legend as soon as it happened and: “the garage itself became a tourist attraction almost immediately after the initial shock wore off.”
Today, the site is completely, utterly nothing. It looks as mundane and banal as any landscape could (see featured image, the central tree in the background is where the bloody, infamous wall once stood).
It’s a very small lawn and parking lot for the Margaret Day Blake Apartments, and its visual says to the passer by “nothing at all, of any consequence ever occurred here.”
Which is probably exactly what the city wants and I get why, but at the same time is still very strange to say the least.
Across the way you’ll find the Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder in the bottom floor of a Victorian brownstone, which was used as a lookout by two Capone thugs. They stalked the Moran gang for days ahead of the massacre, trying to calculate when the opportune time to carry out the hit would be.
This building is all that physically remains from the St. Valentine’s Day massacre in Chicago today.
The bricks from the bloody wall where the atrocity occurred now reside in the Mob Museum in Las Vegas, but they before moving to their current destination in the desert, they once had another very colorful home.
Bean points out how Canadian businessman George Patey once:
put the bricks in a Roaring Twenties-themed nightclub, the Banjo Palace, in downtown Vancouver. Highlights of the club included Canada’s largest circular barbecue and wax figures of gun-toting mobsters.
The piece de resistance was, of course, the reassembled wall from the site of the St. Valentine’s Massacre in the men’s bathroom. Gentlemen could aim at urinal targets on the plexiglass-covered wall.
Bean wrote in his piece that he finds the city’s total erasure of the St. Valentine’s Day massacre to be rather odd and I strongly agree with him.
I also concur with this sentence from the final paragraph of his piece: “Capone was an amoral thug, no doubt, but he’s also an iconic part of the city’s history.”
As badly as Kanye West may try, if you had to pick one individual who is most synonymous with the city of Chicago, it’s either Al Capone or the Wilmington, North Carolina born Michael Jordan. Let’s just hope the day never comes that someone can reasonably put R. Kelly, Jenny McCarthy (who has more blood on her hands than Capone due to her jihad against basic medical science) or Jim Belushi on the same level.
The truth is America, culturally, is just essentially a girl with a really severe bad boy complex/obsession. Crime pays if you’re making movies, television shows, rap albums, novels etc.
American cultural consumers just can’t enough of this stuff; violent and morally depraved it may be. If it weren’t for Al Capone and the St. Valentine’s Day massacre, would we have mafia movies, gangsta rap or Scarface (both the MC and the film)?
Capone is symbolic of a by-gone era of speak-easies, tommy-guns and tin lizzies; forever romanticized by Roaring 20s/Flappers and Gangsters theme parties.
While Capone was a deplorable low-life who committed countless repugnant atrocities, there are still numerous souvenir stores in the city peddling shot glasses, coffee mugs, post cards, key-chains and most aptly flasks, bearing his likeness. Obviously, the manufacturers and vendors of these items have no moral qualms about making money off the Capone “legacy.”
It’s an ugly, uncomfortable truth to realize, but it is the truth nonetheless. A general idiot who was genius at crime, at least until they got him on tax evasion, Capone is a proverbial rock star today.
“When I sell liquor, it’s bootlegging. When my patrons serve it on a silver tray on Lakeshore Drive, it’s hospitality,” he once said. He may not have been an intellectual, but he evidently understood his conflicted image/legacy in real time while he was alive.
In 2016, the most powerful super-agent in the world’s most popular sport bought the Miami mansion where Capone supposedly was at the time of the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre for $9 million.
By no means am I suggesting a museum or a sculpture or anything of that nature be erected at the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre site, but this was Capone’s “biggest” hit off of any wretched, murderous criminal album that he ever produced.
The site at 2122 N. Clark still deserves some kind of historical marker and/or plaque. Even the world’s 16th ever White Castle restaurant, which you can find on the south side near McCormick Place, has a historical marker.
Paul M. Banks runs The Sports Bank.net, which is partnered with News Now. Banks, a former writer for NBC Chicago.com and Chicago Tribune.com, regularly appears as a guest pundit on WGN CLTV and co-hosts the “Let’s Get Weird, Sports” podcast on SB Nation.
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