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Driven Over by I-69

The view from U.S. 61 in Mississippi Credit: Yonah Freemark

The Grassroutes Column is proceeding on a journey throughout the southern United States for a series about urban regeneration and transportation called “New Directions for the Old South.” So far, I’ve discussed Raleigh (Part 1 | Part 2), Knoxville, and Nashville.

Leaving Memphis, the route south is a depressing amalgam of half-empty strip malls, broken-down car dealerships, and Elvis Presley-themed tourist traps. It is the physical manifestation of years of disinvestment in a semi-urban community whose homes and shops have clearly seen better times.

Once Memphis’ urban sprawl is accounted for, however, what opens up is a panorama of lush crops blushing in the mid-summer sun. On the road down to Clarksdale, rural Mississippi shines in its brightest light; in spite of the crushing poverty that makes the Delta region one of the poorest in the nation, the landscape is beautiful along U.S. Highway 61.

This is where the State of Mississippi hopes one day to lay down Interstate 69, a road whose planners hope will eventually stretch from the Mexican border in Texas to the Canadian border in Michigan. Its construction would be of a magnitude not seen for decades, writes Matt Dellinger in his book coming to bookstands next week Interstate 69: The Unfinished History of the Last Great American Highway (New York: Scribner, 2010).

Dellinger places the highway’s development alongside the personal narratives of the actors working faithfully to build it—or, on the other hand, to stop it before it is completed. The highway, it becomes quickly apparent, is far more than just a way to get from one place to the next: It embodies a conflict over growth, progress, even destiny.

If completed, I-69 would connect Detroit with Indianapolis, Memphis, Shreveport, and Houston in a straight-shot diagonal across the nation. The section between Indiana’s capital and the Canadian border was completed in the 1950s, but most of the rest of the route isn’t even funded; only two small sections, one in Indiana and the other in Mississippi, have been completed. It would be the last traditional Interstate highway to be built. But its fate has yet to be sealed: Its arguably duplicative route between areas that, with the exception of Texas, aren’t growing in population, has attracted serious criticism in some parts.

For Mississippi’s Delta, which extends along the river in the northwest parts of the state, the road would bring unprecedented renewal, claim its boosters. Driving in the area last month, it is clear that something must be done if the cities want to play a role in today’s economy outside of the gambling allowed in specially authorized casinos near the river. Despite the fertility of the land, most of the towns in the region feel practically asleep. For Clarksdale, a Blues Museum and the opening of a number of blues clubs have apparently reawakened downtown, but it remains overwhelmed with empty storefronts. In Greenville, some sixty miles south, Main Street is practically deserted, its soul sucked out by the infestation of big-box stores along the highway (though not interstate) that has replaced it as the main municipal drag.

Highway proponents from Indianapolis to Houston suggest that the new road would bring prosperity to places that have been left out and encourage growth in places where people are already streaming in. Dellinger cites a number of cities that hope the coming of I-69 will mean the arrival of new automobile plants or other greatly desired “good” jobs. The highway, it is argued, would bring back to life the rural backwater and stem the outmigration of the young. Yet one cannot help but wonder just how many car factories are up for grabs. What makes I-69 so much different from any of the other Interstates?

Even if some big investor does pump in millions for a project, what better will result than just another Wal-Mart? Should a city sacrifice its uniqueness in favor of the common?

Moreover, so many of the arguments made by highway supporters seem hopelessly naive. As Dellinger puts it, the first section of I-69 that opened in Mississippi was like “Fifteen miles of 1956. There were no billboards yet, no fast-food places, no litter, no traffic.” The dream and excitement of the freeway doesn’t seem nearly as appealing once you know its downsides.

Indeed, highway opponents are right to suggest that much of the change I-69 will bring will eliminate the unique nature of many of the places it will touch. Though most of those protesting its construction are based in Indiana, the questions raised by their protests are worth considering in the case of other parts of the country as well. In spite of the almost desolate look of the Mississippi Delta, I have never been to a place that looks or acts like it. Would I-69 eliminate those traits, and if so, would the resulting economic growth be worth it?

At the same time, many of the highway opponents Dellinger portrays seem, truth be told, more focused on their potential individual losses than those of their communities as a whole. As with any eminent domain case, it’s worth asking whether the good of the nation as a whole is more important than that of a few landowners. The answer is not obvious. I loved my drive from Memphis to Clarksdale because I was able to revel in the area’s emptiness, in its devotion to pursuing a lifestyle I would never choose myself. The people of the Delta want the same conveniences I arguably get so easily because of my own local Interstate.

Dellinger’s characters float between these questions—the author rightly declines to judge the motivations of the people on both sides of the fight over Interstate 69. It is difficult to read the book without falling in love both with the wide-eyed economic development strategies of those who would advance the road and the anachronistic love of the land expressed by others who would stop it. Yet only one side can win this fight.

Yonah Freemark is an Urban Leaders Fellow, sponsored by the Rockefeller Foundation. He writes the Grassroutes column for Next American City. He also writes The Transport Politic blog. Contact him at yonah@americancity.org

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Comments

  1. Andy on Thu, Aug 19, 2010 at 4:27pm

    Teeny correction:  I-69 doesn’t go through or near Detroit, but rather Port Huron which is an hour north.

  2. Mark R. Brown in Baltimore, MD on Sun, Aug 22, 2010 at 8:52pm

    Will we not be happy until every square inch of our country is marked with glowing billboards, strip malls and non stop traffic?

    Some places deserve to be “sleepy”. Nix the highway. The feds should put a moratorium on all new interstate construction. Maybe we can stop this by calling it part of Obama’s “socialist agenda”, as conservatives like to call it. After all, highways are far more heavily funded by the government than transit is. Put the money towards high speed rail instead, preserve the pastoral beauty of the Delta hinterlands and concentrate development within designated growth areas.

    When I visit the Delta, I’d like to think I’m in a different place. In a different time. A little bit like it was 100 years ago. Interstates make every place the same. And in the worse way possible.

  3. Mahlon Bouldin in Memphis/Clarksdale on Mon, Aug 30, 2010 at 11:53am

    I’m from Clarksdale and, yes, the Delta is a remarkable place, and Clarksdale is a strange, fascinating little town.

    I still haven’t seen any billboards on that short segment of I-69 above Tunica, near Memphis, and I’m beginning to wonder if there are regulations preventing them (does anyone know if this is the case?). It’s a corridor straight to the casinos, after all. Surely we would have seen some by now. I welcome the their absence, though. If I-69 is continued, I can’t say that I’d be for it; I would prefer the Delta remain in an indigenous state. On the other hand, poverty is a problem, and perhaps I-69 would help the area.

    The Delta culture, its cooking, its bayous and wetlands and endless cotton fields are all home for me. My family has been there since 1870—still there.  And even though there is practically no anticipation in the landscape, it stands out as austere and beautiful. But in the winter, as my Dad says “The Delta has a face only a mother could love.”

    That’s about right.

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