Historic Fine Arts building demolished

Story and Photos by Windee Dawson

March 19 was a sunny day on the City College campus. Walking towards the new gym, on my way to the book store, I could hear the water cascading in the fountain, the birds chirping, students laughing, banging their drums, playing their guitars, some singing, and construction equipment filling the air with a monstrous noise; the art building was in the midst of being torn down.

Turning towards the noise, I saw a horrifying sight. The roots of a tree were hanging from the mouth of an excavator machine. The same machine having ripped it from the ground. Loving trees like I do, it was painful to watch.

In acute dismay, I began to circle the destruction with my camera, shooting photo after photo of the carnage of many beautiful trees along with the Art Building itself. Why? How could anyone let this happen? Can anyone tell me why?

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“Are you going to keep them?” I asked.

“Yes.” he said.

Then he shared with me the plan: there will be skylights in the new building, each department head will design their own department best suited to their art and they will get to choose the trees that will be planted next to the new building. Finally, some hope in the midst of all that destruction.

All that will remain of the old building will be 30 years of happy memories and the memory of the woman the building was named for, Amalia Fischbacher. I hear she was a joy and a real character. Maybe they will put a bench in front of the new building with her name on it.