Peoria: a tale of two cities
March 30th, 2007Tonight I dropped off my friend at his house, which is in a neighborhood that most people don’t care to frequent. The south end. On his little dead-end street consisting of 7 or 8 houses, two of them had big orange stickers on the front doors indicating that they are uninhabitable. I drove home wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, going past Manual and up Western, thinking about the gun shots I heard a few years back from below the bluff while playing Madison Golf Course, and what a treat it was watching the kids play basketball on a lonely street just the day before.
An hour later I find myself in a suit and tie driving past Junction City and down Prospect, admiring the beautiful view of the river from the bluffs and all the new houses along Prospect. I turn down Grand View Drive, and wind slowly past the grand mansions, eventually pulling into the Country Club of Peoria for a conference.
As I walked up to the entrance, the disparity of where I had just been and where I am now really hit me. The BMW SUV being valet parked, the door man, the coat check lady, and the members only dining room full of finely dressed elders enjoying their dinners. I ordered a $7 martini and mingled a little during the ‘coctail hour’ before eventually being seated to listen to a couple of speakers tout our fine city as a high-tech, biotech and logistics leader.
If you haven’t been to the Country Club, it really is a gorgeous place. It sits high up on the bluff and looks down over river, but I couldn’t get the poor neighborhood I had left not long ago out of my head and I had the guilty feeling that I was just looking down on the working stiffs in the valley who are just trying to get by. The original mansions on the bluffs in Peoria were very wealthy people who, as the Country Club does, looked over the poor worker’s homes down in the valley. Literally and figuratively. In 100 years, has that really changed?
In Peoria the bluffs are historically the great divider between the haves and the have-nots. I grew up in the north end and whether or not I was specially told, it was assumed that I wasn’t to visit the area below the bluffs because that’s where the ‘bad’ people live. I followed that rule for a long time, but as I grow old and wiser (laugh amongst yourselves) I am learning what wonderfully vibrant, diverse and historical areas there are below the bluffs.


