I came to Weimar in 1999 when it was declared The Cultural Capital of Europe to research the history of its most famous institution. As a homeless kid in Depression Detroit (1930-45), I was eager to explore what I had learned in graduate school about Walter Gropius’s attempt to bring Good Design to “the working classes”. Both he and Mies van der Rohe came out of the horrors of World War as “lefties”. That ideology would haunt both of them as the rightist ideals of Naziism gradually took over in 1933. Gropius’s Denkmal was for the Victims of the March Putsch (1923). Indeed the rightists were gradually expanding in the Weimar assembly. (The first minister of education to be a Nazi sounded the warning. But Gropius didn’t like fights. Indeed his first wife Alma Mahler chided him for being too nervous to participate in the Denkmal dedication in the Weimar cemetery.
Similarly, Mies
(theoretically the third and final directors’ first famous work was
a Denkmal for Karl Liebknecht and Rosa Luxembourg (1926) in the
Berlin Cemetery.) In 1930 as Mies started to take over what was left
of the Bauhaus, Alfred Rosenberg wanted to know why he had so honored
the founders of the German Communist Party. (Mies tried to smile
affably and dropped all the Communist students. But it was too late.
He became a Nice Nazi until 1937 when Gropius got him a summer home
in Yellowstone.)
I had a
serendipitous encounter in 1970 with Bertrand Goldberg (1913-97) who
was Mies’ Azubi until the school finally closed. He became my
architectural mentor every time I visited Chicago. Indeed he was
easily the greatest architect to attend the school, still in Dr.
Annette Seeman’s standard history (2010) only his name is listed
with thirteen other American Bauhaus students.. Period.
In our last meeting, August 1987, the day after Timothy Dwight blew up the government center in Oklahoma, we were in a very gloomy mood. Bert sadly criticized the way the current Bauhaus had betrayed the working class ideals of Gropius which the Chicago architect implacably followed to his dying day. (There has never been a Goldberg exhibition in Germany, partly from total ignorance of his work and partly from the distorted hagiographical version the current Bauhaus promoters use to hide their shame at the real Nazi and DDR truths about his aborted ideal.) When I discovered these contradictions in the true history, I was removed from press contacts.
In our last meeting, August 1987, the day after Timothy Dwight blew up the government center in Oklahoma, we were in a very gloomy mood. Bert sadly criticized the way the current Bauhaus had betrayed the working class ideals of Gropius which the Chicago architect implacably followed to his dying day. (There has never been a Goldberg exhibition in Germany, partly from total ignorance of his work and partly from the distorted hagiographical version the current Bauhaus promoters use to hide their shame at the real Nazi and DDR truths about his aborted ideal.) When I discovered these contradictions in the true history, I was removed from press contacts.
The only
exception has been Omar Akbar, the Afghani engineer who ran the
Dessau part of what the Bauhaus brass have just re-named the Bauhaus
Triennale (June 2013). Their plans include new teenage (12 and up)
seminars to combat “Bauhaus Hate”! (I think they’re talking
about me! Their latest, greatest lie: I only report objectively their
betrayal of Gropius idealism!) I wish they would remind themselves of
that bad old Nazi habit of Beruf Verbot. For sixty years I have
written contentious journalism all over the world. Only today’s
German Bauhustlers have stooped to conquer me so stupidly!
My first surprise
was to discover how minor an architect Gropius was. He cried to his
mother in letters, ”I can’t draw. I can’t draw!” Why for
heaven’s sake did he aspire to be an architect?. A recent
exhibition in Berlin’s Martin Gropius Bau gave me a satisfying
answer. His great uncle Martin Gropius was generally regarded,
excluding Schinkel , as the greatest pre-modern Berlin architect. So
he asked Adolf Meyer to be his secret partner. No wonder the first
architecture course didn’t come until 1927. And then he gave that
absolutely central post to Hannes Meyer, the Swiss Communist! Yet
the Dessau city politics were fast running faster and faster to the
right.
And indeed they
canned the Swiss Commie in 1930. Mies would stumble for three years
to no avail, and then became a Nice Nazi until 1937, bugging Albert
Speer for commissions that never came, so poisoned was his Denkmal
past when he left for America.
But the biggest
error in official Bauhaus history was that it ended in 1933. It
really ended in 1928 when Gropius gave up and moved to build
Siemenstadt in Berlin. His life was more and more miserable. A Dessau
journalist was trying to create a career for himself by harassing
Gropius for “double dipping”—a Bauhaus salary plus extra pay
for consulting in the creation of the Junker suburb, Törten. And his
pretentious star faculty was fighting against pay cuts, not to
mention their contempt for his medieval Master concept when they
argued for good old Patriarchal Professor! (They lost on the money
and won on the status!) There was even scuttlebutt that Herbert Bayer
was making moves on his second wife Ilse. So he talked Marianne
Brandt to join him for interior designs and off they fled to Berlin.
Meyer soon went to Moscow with many Commie dropouts and their work
there is architecturally admirable. And many newly motivated students
went to Palestine where they created a lush White City in Tel Aviv.
The saddest Chapter
is the one created by the erratic gay fellow Philip C.
Johnson (1900-2005). He dropped out of Harvard several times before he
got his B.A.—not in architecture, but antiquities! His architecture
period began in 1926 when he cruised Europe looking for new modern
buildings to gain a post at the planned MOMA/New York. When he
visited Dessau in 1926, he was so impressed he phoned the projected
MOMA director Alfred Barr, Jr. that he had to come and see the
greatest modern building—that Gropius claimed to design but where
Ernst Neufert probably did all the heavy lifting.
Except he should
have asked the professors and students how lousy the Modernoid
structure really was: They fried in the summer and froze in the
winter. It made great black and white photos with their new Leicas.
That facility spread the falsities of Modernoidism throughout the
civilized world. Call it International Style and ignore function as
you relish its form (aka ART). Peter Blake (the English pseudonym he
used after fleeing Nazi Germany), the greatest American architectural
critic of the last century, argued in his obit of PCJ that he had
totally corrupted the world conversation about modern architecture.
He glibly referred to himself when anyone disagreed with him as the
“whore of architecture.” His greatest sin was writing nasty
letters about his Harvard dean Gropius (1938) mocking him for his
obsession about working housing. So MOMA and the AIA sunk into the
pit of Starchitecture from which we have barely begun to emerge.
Yet it was no joke
being gay and a parvenu in Cleveland in the 1920’s. His German
nanny made him fluent. So he partied in gay Berlin on his
architectural searches. He returned to America in 1928 a Not So Nice
Nazi politicizing for Huey Long before that Louisiana governor was
assassinated. Then he started touting the radio priest Father Charles
Coughlin who sneered over the air at FDR’s “Jew Deal”! Mies was
his first favorite. PCJ made the first modern house in Houston in
1950 for the de Menil family, the greatest art collectors of the era.
He also insisted they use Miesey furniture deployed the way the
master would have ! They told him to get lost and never talked to him
again! Their children thought the frequent visitor was PCJ. It was
only carpenters repairing the leaky roof!
Later they quarreled
and Mies sneered that PCJ’s vaunted Glass House in Connecticut
(1970) looked like” a hot dog stand at Night”. Never mind. It’s
a Visitor’s Center now, celebrating his architectural genius, at
$150 a shot. Meanwhile his excessively glassed weekend house (1950)
outside Chicago Mies had made for his one-time girl friend Dr.
Farnsworth was uninhabitable. It’s now a Visitor Center celebrating
his genius. Hmm.
But PCJ’s grossest aberration were those hateful letters he wrote in 1938 about his Harvard Dean Gropius, sneering about his obsession about worker housing. But his days of regard are almost over. Fresher voices like Cameron Sinclair’s Architecture for Humanity and Millard Fuller’s cooperative Habitat for Humanity are the thoughtful idealists of the future. PCJ was just a Modernoid aberration. In 2013 the globally important German Architecture Museum in Frankfurt am Main sounded its significant motto for architecture in the 21st Century: THINK GLOBALLY; BUILD SOCIAL. Johnson’s hyperestheticism is simply the last century’s bad news.
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