The
students painted placards and banners, we decided on slogans
and proceeded first thing through South Carlton, picking up a few
Arts fellow travellers from their early morning tutorial at the 'Prince
Albert' and colleagues from RMIT in Swanston Street, all winding
up in East Melbourne outside Clarendon Terrace. Along the way,
of course, we regaled the general population with our intention to
save the Terrace. Here we joined a band of urban activists, concerned
locals, the more sedate but
vital National Trust folk and some press - all aghast that this
great Terrace, albeit not in great shape, but eminently restorable,
was facing destruction.
By
way of context remember that Melbourne's CBD Victorian
heritage by this time had been decimated. Modernist towers,
often poor derivatives of American exemplars had submerged much of
Melbourne's commercial Victorian heritage. Whole sections of inner
Melbourne heritage residential suburbs had been razed to make way
for Housing Commission tower blocks - and European
derivatives that were disastrous architecturally and social
experiments of the worst kind.
The National Trust, Carlton Association and
other urban associations, the union movement et
al had used whatever
leverage they could to preserve what remained of inner Melbourne's
heritage. We academics and students formed the sharp edge of protest
aimed at blunting the momentum of desecration, pricking the conscience
of the community and giving politicians and bureaucrats something
to think about.
In many ways Clarendon Terrace was a turning point in the heritage
movement. This was a travesty. The building had been on the Historic
Buildings Register for nearly twenty years, but the owners had successfully
obtained a demolition permit from none other than the Historic
Buildings Preservation Council!! Presumably they bought the argument
that the Terrace was beyond repair. We saw it from a different
angle.
Osgood Pritchard's design featured Clarendon's fine Corinthian
portico of giant proportion and unique in Melbourne. The Terrace's
generous and elegant proportions and its contribution to the
highly urbane streetscape of East Melbourne were of particular
significance. Clarendon Terrace became a beacon - it had to
be saved. Signs were affixed to the wrought iron fence - "EA
Watts Master Blunder", "Who
Wants Watts", "Developer Destroyer" and other homilies were
among many messages to remain there for some time. Placards
were paraded, slogans chanted, speakers cheered and press presence
applauded.
A roster for a vigil was roughly arranged and then we called
it a day. A counter lunch at the Baden Powell Hotel in Victoria
Street beckoned and I seem to recall that those doyens of the
green union movement - Messrs
Gallagher and Halfpenny shouted lunch.
In the event, we were right - Clarendon Terrace was saved and our
efforts may have helped a bit.
What
a pleasure it is now to see this fine building, well restored
and still the pride of Clarendon Street.
Its equally gracious present occupant, the Menzies
Foundation, deserves great credit, along with the National Trust,
for finding a heritage development model that has worked superbly
well.
Daryl Le Grew