This is the honest state of play, and there is no use pretending otherwise. Ask
Richmonders about the Monroe Building and a good number will tell you it is drab,
forbidding, a slab of grey concrete that greets everyone arriving on I‑95. People
who worked in it remember slow elevators and tired corridors. That view is real,
it is widely held, and any campaign that ignores it deserves to lose.
But taste is the weakest reason to destroy something, and it is the reason that has
aged worst. Richmond has done this before. Buildings that one generation found
embarrassing — Victorian rowhouses, cast‑iron fronts, early skyscrapers — were cleared
by people entirely confident in their judgement, and the city has spent decades and
a great deal of money regretting it. The buildings that survived long enough to be
looked at again are now the ones on the postcards.
The Monroe is a disciplined late‑International‑Style tower by a Virginia firm, built
at the moment Richmond decided to grow upward, and it has held the top of the skyline
for forty‑five years. You do not have to find it beautiful to think it is worth more
than rubble. The question is not whether you like the facade. It is whether
we are certain enough about our own taste to spend a half‑million square feet of
finished building on it.