Back in the sixties, Chicago's Lincoln Park was an interesting neighborhood. The International headquarters of the Industrial Workers of the World was there above something I recall as "The Armenian-American Soup Kitchen." So was DePaul University and the Chicago Theological Seminary--the reason the restaurant on the corner of Fullerton and Halsted was called the "Seminary." Down Halsted there was a used bookstore, The Guild, filled with middle-aged communists with whom I used to argue and from which I bought my first book by C.G. Jung. Further down and just left on Armitage was the best bookstore of them all: The Solidarity Bookshop, a nineteenth century stoplight in the front window, always on, red forever.
Solidarity was such an anarchist institution that I often "worked" there. In other words, whoever was working there was quite comfortable to have a sixteen year old take over the shop while he or she went down the street for a bite at the local walk-up greasy spoon. There wasn't much business. There wasn't even a cash register--or maybe there was, an ancient one that didn't work. I believe we kept the money, such as it was, in a cigar box. In any case, I had ample opportunity to browse whether or not "on duty."
Gosh, it was wonderful, the ideal model of a bookstore. Old, woody, dusty, but organized, yes, organized: Calabrian labour, IWW, Coordinadora, Spanish Civil War, Socialism, Anarcho-Syndicalism, et cetera.
My first purchase was Berkman's "The ABC of Anarchism". I think the guy in jeans and blue workshirt who seemed to be managing the store suggested it because I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to know what anarchism was as a political philosophy as distinct from communism and socialism and impressive-sounding syndicalism. His advice was good. Berkman's essay is clear and understandable, a good start for teenagers in pursuit of a better world.
The store is gone now. So is the Guild. So is the IWW. So is the soup kitchen. So even is the Chicago Theological Seminary. The Yuppies moved in, replacing the Brown Berets and the Panthers, laying a townhouse foundation in what used to be Chicago's own Peoples' Park. Ugh!