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Goodbye, Indian Springs

Demolition is underway on a landmark of my childhood and early adolescence. Indian Springs Shopping Center, which opened in 1971, was one of several malls to be built in the Kansas City metropolitan area, and for more than twenty years was a popular center of commerce and fun for the people of Kansas City, Kansas. Mary Rupert, writing for Wyandotte Daily, gives an idea of the building’s scope and erstwhile importance:

When it opened in 1971, Indian Springs Shopping Center at 47th and State was the first mall in this area and attracted many visitors from the region. It was at the intersection of I-635 and I-70, two highways easily accessible to the visitors from other parts of the metro area. It had about 700,000 square feet on two levels, about 4,000 parking spaces, and lots of fountains in the mall.


Located just a few minutes from the apartment complex where I lived as a kid, Indian Springs boasted major retailers like Montgomery Ward, JCPenney, and Dillard’s, along with movie theaters on two levels, a Waldenbooks, an arcade, an Orange Julius stand, and the sorts of eateries, shoe stores, and other businesses one would expect to find in a typical shopping complex of the period.

Indian Springs is the site of my earliest memory of seeing a movie: the heavy metal horror classic Trick or Treat (1986), starring Marc “Skippy” Price of Family Ties fame. Looming especially large and tempting for me during the Reagan era was the Kay-Bee Toys store where, in the years after my parents’ divorce, my father attempted to win my loyalty by buying me far too many plastic action figures. So many memories, not all pleasant, are bound up in this inelegant building which soon will no longer exist.

Indian Springs

Indian Springs 1985

Indian Springs State Bank: the mall’s claim to international infamy!

Indian Springs is also the site of my mostly unremarkable city’s own little share in the Iran-Contra scandal. During the early-to-middle eighties, the Indian Springs State Bank, located between Wig City and Athlete’s Foot, was directed by a CIA-connected Iranian aviation magnate and gunrunner, Farhad Azima, who still maintains a Kansas City residence valued at nearly $2,000,000. He later achieved notoriety as a high-dollar Democratic Party donor, and Bill Clinton himself led guests in singing “Happy Birthday” to Azima at one local fundraiser. William Lemaster, the president of the Indian Springs State Bank, died in an unusual incident in which his vehicle burst into flames and crashed in 1983, the year before the institution was closed amid hostile scrutiny. One shopper recalls of the failed savings and loan:

At one time you had the Indian Springs Bank, later known as the “mobster’s bank of choice” (I remember them for the big indian statue the bank had along with the chandelier which with the one next door were the biggest ones I had seen as a child at that time…even today only the ones in Union Station top it)


Doug Ireland,  “Thompson’s Supporting Role”, an article on Sen. Fred Thompson in The Nation, July 21, 1997, p. 23

Retail history blog Labelscar blames “a combination of over-malling in the Kansas City area in general, the erosion of the local economy of KCKS, and competition from dominant super-regionals such as Oak Park Mall several miles south in Overland Park” for the once-thriving shopping center’s demise; but commenters under the article recollect another reality.

The mall croaked largely (big surprise!) due to a reputation of crime, which in most cases was probably an unfair accusation. For example, sometime in the early 90s there was a shooting in the movie theater, which was initially reported as if it were a random act of violence– it was actually a domestic dispute. In 1996, during one of my last visits to the mall until 2003, the KCK police kept a squad car parked at each entrance, in an attempt to project an image of security.

I am a lifelong Wyandotte County resident. The reason the mall closed is simple, the customers with money selected “safer” malls than Indian Springs. For far too many years security had little control over the mall. While outright crime may have been exaggerated, the feeling of intimidation existed and went unchecked. High shoplifting rates by “customers” in this entire area caused many businesses to close doors. Venture and K-Mart closed at 4301 State Avenue for similar reasons. There simply exist[s] no base of support willing to shop in this area. When it opened many of us looked forward to going to the mall, but by the late 1970’s Indian Springs already possessed a reputation. It’s a beautiful place to see, but it’s understandable that patrons chose to shop elsewhere.

It was quite busy during the 70’s into the early 80’s, it declined very rapidity during the 1980’s. The shoppers were all white, rarely saw a black shopper during the 70’s. That changed in 80’s along with crime. Whites quit shopping at the mall, and stores starting moving out left and right. That is the true story of what happened to Indian Springs. I watched it happen from beginning to end. The area around the mall also began changing for the worse.


Indian Springs 2

this mall failed because of the VIOLENCE. inner city creeps raping people in the parking lot. I was attacked here and had my jaw smashed for no reason. murders, etc. it was a ZOO.

I stopped going there because of the crime, and quite frankly it won’t matter what gets built when the Springs is razed, because that whole part of town is riddled with crime. That’s why Sears at Tower Plaza died, that’s why Venture died, and that’s why developers moved out to the Legends – to get away from the crime.

I grew up in [suburban] Johnson County, and the only person that I have ever known who shopped at Indian Springs was abducted from there, and then raped. It has always been thought that KCK is a very dangerous neighborhood–much more so than Kansas City, Missouri. So, obviously, how could one expect the mall to come back to prominence? It is sad, and reading these former posts makes one feel very disheartened. Yet, it is enlightening, too, as I never knew that anyone ever actually liked Kansas City, Kansas. Who knew?!!


Indian Springs 1989B

1989: AP picks up the negative vibe

Speaking from personal experience, I can say that I never once felt frightened for my safety at Indian Springs; but my father very understandably wanted to take his business elsewhere after one of the local youths leaned over a balustrade and spit on him from the floor above. “Some people became afraid of going to Indian Springs after some violent incidents there,” Wyandotte Daily’s Rupert concedes, offering no details – but one particular episode stands out as representative. KCUR’s Christina Lieffring applies the expected liberal spin:

Daniel Serda, owner of urban planning and economic firm Insite LLC and lifelong KCK resident, remembers Indian Springs had a maze for children to explore and around Christmas time, a talking Christmas tree.

“You’re walking by the tree and the tree would start talking to you. ‘Hi, how are you? What do you want for Christmas?’” says Serda. “It was kind of creepy.”

Serda spent his childhood and pre-teen years wandering around Indian Springs with and without his parents. But when he got into high school, he noticed a shift: more young African Americans were hanging out at the mall and the security guards had become more aggressive.

“There were any number of times where walking along, right behind you, there’d be these security guards,” says Serda. “I remember once turning around and saying ‘Are you following us?’ Because it seemed that way. And they would get very defensive and say ‘Why? Should I be following you?’ I had never experienced anything like that.”

On a Saturday night in 1989, 18-year-old Patrick Sills hit and broke the screen to the game “The Empire Strikes Back” at the Fun Factory video game arcade in Indian Springs. He was chased by a security guard into the parking lot, where the guard opened fire and killed him. It was on the front page of the Kansas City Star on Monday morning.

“And I remember my dad said ‘You’re not going there again,’ says Serda. “And I said, ‘I don’t want to.’”

Shoppers from other metro areas stopped going to Indian Springs and the local population wasn’t enough to sustain the mall. By the late nineties, proposals were popping up for what could be done with the space, including an aquarium or community center.

Indian Springs 1989

1989: not the best year in publicity for Indian Springs

Indian Springs 1991

This 1991 episode further tarnished the mall’s reputation

The movie theaters where I ate so many Milk Duds and butter-saturated gobs of salty popcorn – where I marveled at the grotesquerie of Eric Stoltz in The Fly II (1989) and laughed at “Ernest” actor Jim Varney’s antics in The Beverly Hillbillies (1993) – finally saw the curtains close sometime around 1995, while the mall itself, as it lost its anchor stores but continued to limp along in its post-prosperity indignity – housing police and other government offices for several years into the present century – eventually came to resemble one of the desolated sets for my favorite movie I ever saw at Indian Springs: Cannon Films’ post-apocalyptic Jean-Claude Van Damme kick-fest Cyborg (1989). The fantastic pizzeria Italian Delight, which held out in its Indian Springs location until 2010, was the last business to leave; and the last time I was inside the mall, maybe around 2013, it was dark, with debris strewn across the floors of the caged and empty storefronts.

IndianSpringsItalianDelightIndian Springs seldom crossed my mind throughout the George W. Bush years, most of which I spent in another town; and it is strange to realize that the mall’s doors actually remained open all of that time. The mall had really died during the 1990s, but it took a long spell for everyone to admit it. As the city’s Mexican population swelled, the mall experimented with a short-lived identity as a Hispanic shopping center; and in 2003 the Ravens Youth Organization, a group of urban “police cadets”, reopened one floor of the multiplex as the Ravens Community 6 Theater – still another enterprise doomed to quick oblivion – but I was never present for any of this. A Kansas Citian named Jarius Jones petitioned the mayor to entertain his plan for turning the Indian Springs site into a “state-of-the art aquatic center constructed in the heart of our wonderful community […] so that we can enjoy the outdoor pleasures of summer”, but this idea, too, went nowhere.

Indian Springs, though special to those who remember having fun times with friends and family there during its 70s-80s heyday, does not have a unique story to tell. Black St. Louis blogger Byron Crawford, in a 2007 post titled “The Mall Where White People Used to Shop”, reveals:

I don’t live too far from the Galleria, which was once considered the top mall in St. Louis. […]

I don’t visit the Galleria too often because a) traffic over there is always so fucked up, and b) it’s not like I’m about to buy shit anyway. I do pass by it sometimes on the way to Borders, and in the past six months or so, I couldn’t help but notice packs of young black kids with backpacks crossing Brentwood, the street out in front of the Galleria. […]

Here’s the thing: they recently built an extension to Metro Link – the train system that connects some of the shittier parts of St. Louis to downtown – that stops right out in front of the Galleria. So obviously all of these kids are taking the train from the ghetto to the Galleria after school. I don’t know if they’re out there boosting, or looking for young girls to impregnate, but suffice it to say it’s not like they’re looking for shoes for a job interview.

In November and then again this month, there were huge gang fights that had to be broken up by the police. They were covered extensively by the local media, and I think more or less signaled to people that the Galleria had become yet another mall where white people used to shop. Obviously something would have to be done, but Galleria management would have to tread lightly, because, like I said, the Galleria is chock full of the kind of expensive, name brand shit favored by ignorant-ass black people. […]

It’ll be interesting to see whether or not black people try to turn this into a race issue. I mean, on the one hand, kids have been going to the mall at least since the days of Fast Times at Ridgemont High, if not since the beginning of time, and yet it only became an issue when black kids started going there. But on the other hand, you never hear about all of these gang fights and shit until the black kids start showing up. Personally, I’d be lying if I said that barring a buncha ghetto high school kids would hinder my enjoyment of the Galleria. But you guys know I’m a hater like that…

Indian Chop

The same problems arise wherever masses of blacks congregate. The American Conservative’s Rod Dreher, reflecting on a two-hundred-strong riot at Baton Rouge’s Mall of Louisiana and nearby Perkins Rowe in 2013, writes:

What is not reported in the media, but what’s hitting Baton Rouge comments boards and social media, is that both mobs were all black. Turns out a friend of mine was there in the Mall of Louisiana with his family when all this went down. Scared his kids to death. I asked him if all the stuff on social media about this being a black thing was true. He said yes, that’s what he saw. Later, another friend at Perkins Rowe saw the same thing there. Black kids, guys with their pants falling down, causing trouble.

This is going to be what everybody around here talks about for the next few days. Since I’ve been back in the area for the past year, lots of people have told us to avoid going to Cortana Mall, a shopping center in the north central part of Baton Rouge. This was the mall they opened when I was a kid, and that everybody went to. I haven’t been there since I left Baton Rouge in the early 1990s, but over the years, violent crime in the mall area became a big deal. Seems like everybody knew someone who was robbed in the parking lot. Last year, I was on a flight out of Baton Rouge, sitting next to a man who owns or manages a store there. He was very down about the business atmosphere at the mall, because of the crime and the raffishness there.

Don’t go to Cortana Mall, people tell me. Too many black people there. Too much potential for crime and chaos.

Dawn of the DeadFast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) and Valley Girl (1983), along with Chopping Mall (1986) and other movies shot at the legendary Sherman Oaks Galleria, capture something of the special place that malls held in the hearts of a now aging generation. By the late seventies, when George A. Romero made his immortal Dawn of the Dead (1978) at the Monroeville Mall in Monroeville, Pennsylvania, the shopping mall had become a beloved institution in the national life – as well as a symbol of its empty-headed consumerism. Romero’s classic depicts a horde of the walking dead converging on an indoor shopping center from some conditioned and unconscious impulse because, as one of the movie’s protagonists surmises, the mall must have been an important place in the zombies’ former lives.

There is nothing particularly noble about the culture of the mall – arguably more of a Jewish creation than a true expression of European culture – but the mall was our home away from home; it was where we lived. Unfortunately, it was also where so many of us were zombified; but white mall culture, for better or worse, helped shape who we were and are, and its passing warrants, if not actual grief, then at least a modest degree of mourning. The name itself, “Indian Springs”, is eloquent of an already distant time and culture, innocent in its pristine political incorrectness – an innocence now lost, alas. For those of us who grew up in the age of the mall’s iron grip on the American weekend, it is still hard to understand how an institution so omnipresent could crumple up and fall into the dustbin of history practically overnight. Slowing economies, internet commerce, and the dispossession of the American worker all surely had a part to play; but all of us know this is not the whole story.

And here, mainly for my own amusement, but hopefully for yours as well, are the trailers of some of the goofy movies I remember seeing at Indian Springs in its period of decline:

Rainer Chlodwig von Kook


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17 comments on “Goodbye, Indian Springs

  1. icareviews
    February 12, 2016

    Reblogged this on icareviews.


  2. Kay One
    February 13, 2016

    Ah yes. I remember Indian Springs when I lived in Gladstone, MO. Some woman asked me about KCK and its housing. I said it was mediocre. I liked Shawnee Mission better; I would go to Wild Oats and stuff myself at their healthy buffet.


  3. Hipster Racist
    February 13, 2016

    I’m not sure if Kansas City counts as the “Midwest” but E. Michael Jones, the Catholic intellectual, had a video recently in which he suggested the Midwest was a “conquered nation” – conquered by “Wall Street.”

    He suggested that, in contrast to the “beautiful old houses” that people used to have when he first lived in the area, people of the Midwest were now living in “double-wides.”

    I lived in Dixie (its own nation) for a few years, and have some family connections in the South, and “double-wides” – i.e., trailers – were not particularly uncommon in the area.

    I remember growing up in the “not South” (Washington, DC) and we had our first “mall” open up at some point in the 1980s. As a kid, it was pretty impressive. As I grew older, I figured out that “the Mall” was an early form of gentrification – the Blacks had taken over certain public spaces, and “the Mall” was located far away from the Blacks and the areas they had access to.

    When they finally did connect “the Mall” to the local Black neighborhoods, via public transit, all the Whites left. Probably not surprisingly, crime became a problem.

    There was about a decade, late 80s, early 90s, when “the Mall” was a very, very, White affair. Then, when the Blacks, especially “teens,” showed up, all the White people left.

    When I last went to my hometown, the place where I was born, it had become completely gentrified. The downtown area was uber-white and very well-off. It was kind of shocking because when I was growing up, “downtown” – while not exactly a “bad area” – was definitely “problematic.”

    But by then it had become “hipsterfied” and there were not many black faces to be seen.

    Sure, lots of Indians, lots of Orientals, and still plenty of Whites, but precious few Blacks. Everyone was middle to upper-middle class, mostly working in the Washington, DC defense/intel/contractor industry, and virtually none of the “urban blight” I remember on the edges of the city growing up.

    But our suburban “Mall” – it was basically a Black ghetto at that point and no one went there anymore.

    It was as if the populations were transferred – they moved the Blacks out to the suburbs and the mostly-White hipsters to the urban core.

    Can’t say it wasn’t a refreshing development.

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    • icareviews
      February 13, 2016

      Kansas City is definitely the Midwest. The first apartments I remember living in as a kid, the place where we were closest to Indian Springs, was already ghettoized by the mid-80s, when I start to have memories of it. We were just about the only white people living there at that point. I never really saw Indian Springs in its prime, but I do at least remember it when it was a busy and still attractive mall with plenty of white patrons and actual businesses inside instead of the depressing government offices like you see in the video I embedded, where a guy enters the building circa 2010. I’ll check out the Jones talk sometime this weekend.

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    • icareviews
      February 13, 2016

      The Slaughter of Cities interview is as fascinating as the other Jones material I’ve encountered, but I can’t really embrace this guy completely owing to his irrational attachment to the supernatural and consequent rejection of biorealism. “The racial thing is not a barrier to assimilation,” he says, for instance. It’s talk like this – not to mention, of course, the utter complicity of the churches in the establishment’s demographic warfare against us – that convinces me that no faith, and particularly not one derived from Jewish myths, will ever be able to mobilize whites to unite in self-defense.

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      • Hipster Racist
        February 16, 2016

        I can’t really embrace this guy completely owing to his irrational attachment to the supernatural and consequent rejection of biorealism.

        Yes, I see what you are saying. He explicitly rejects a “White identity” and even once said that a friend of his that had a “German” mother and a “Nigerian” father was “German” because she spoke German and was culturally German. He even said that he tried to “convert” David Duke in Brazil and Kevin MacDonald in his video “A Goy’s Guide to History” to his way of thing (Catholicism.)

        For E. Michael Jones, it’s all about culture, not race. Which I can understand, if I don’t necessarily agree.

        As MacDonald has said, “whites” are very good at “integrating” outsiders. I’m no absolutist, so a small fraction of this-or-that I’m not going to start an argument about.

        But the idea that a half-Nigerian “German” is no different than an actual German – despite the fact she may speak the language and be perfectly assimilated into the culture – is obviously an issue.

        Still, E. Michael Jones has a lot of very interesting perspectives, and he is well worth understanding.

        His best stuff is about the 20th century fights between the WASPs vs. the Catholics vs. the Jews, and the stuff the Catholics in America failed to stop: birth control, pornography, ethnic cleansing of various European neighborhood, and capitalism/usury. It’s very interesting stuff, agree or disagree with all of the specifics.

        IMO, he definitely putts on the religious angle, but it’s still quite worth reading.

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      • indravaruna
        February 16, 2016

        “His best stuff is about the 20th century fights between the WASPs vs. the Catholics vs. the Jews, and the stuff the Catholics in America failed to stop: birth control, pornography, ethnic cleansing of various European neighborhood, and capitalism/usury. It’s very interesting stuff, agree or disagree with all of the specifics.”

        Catholics have always been the enemy number of 1 of the ZOG, the only American Catholic POTUS ended with a bullet hole in the head, it was the Catholic League who tried to control Jewish Hollywood degeneracy with the Code, the Vatican II was a Jewish coup made in NY:

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    • icareviews
      February 14, 2016

      I haven’t been to Oak Park Mall in a long, long time; but it was one of the places we started to go to instead of Indian Springs after the spitting incident, even though it was much farther away. I never had the same attachment to Oak Park, to the south of us in suburban Johnson County, even though it was by far a better area; but, from the looks of this article, it seems like Oak Park may be going the way of Indian Springs and risking a case of youth-itis if the people of Johnson County don’t maintain vigilance:

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  4. BMan
    February 13, 2016

    I have always lived very far from malls. Even today, I must travel at least an hour (or more) to visit a mall.

    Luckily, I live in an area with few blacks. Not enough to form a gang, although they will gather in small packs and walk a mall.

    Since I despise the places with a passion, I stay away. I hate to shop and refuse to spend money at one unless it is the Christmas thing (and then I’d much rather buy from a small Mom and Pop shop.

    On the other hand, when we visited my sister in law in Memphis, the Mall of Memphis was the place to go. But I dare people to go there today. It is nothing but a criminal gang hangout and any self-respecting white person knows to avoid that dangerous zoo with their entire being. Same for the Tupelo, MS mall. Taken over by goons.

    The deep south, except for the cities, is a safe haven for whites… at least for the time being.

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    • icareviews
      February 13, 2016

      I was raised to be another mindless consumer. The culture of buying things and enjoying frivolous distractions. I realize what a waste of life all of those years were now, of course; but it doesn’t stop me from having feelings of nostalgia about those zombified times.

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  5. Moses Cohen
    February 13, 2016

    That commercial. How cheesy and sentimental. Schmaltzy. That would never play in the big city Bubala. We’re too sophisticated out here. Sophisticated and Semititc don’t ya know!
    And yes, I agree with your conclusion, scwartzes ruin EVERYTHING!! That’s why we don’t allow them into Israel!

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    • icareviews
      February 13, 2016

      I’ll confess that the commercial, when I found it on YouTube, actually brought tears to my eyes, corny as it is. It’s so damned white!

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  6. smartwhiteguy
    February 13, 2016

    I was never big on malls. Thank Yahweh for the internet, I do all my shopping online!
    No getting shot by blax for me!
    No sir-ree!!

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    • icareviews
      February 13, 2016

      You lived in the L.A. area in the early 80s. What is your first-hand experience of the “Valley Girl” phenomenon? Is that mostly a Hollywood creation, or did you actually know people with those mannerisms before 80s movies popularized the stereotype? Were you ever in the Sherman Oaks Galleria in those days, and do you have any recollections of it?

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      • smartwhiteguy
        February 13, 2016

        The Galleria was a bit of a distance away from us, although I did go with family a few times. We had plenty of malls though and much closer.
        Yes, totally. All the rich jewesses talked and acted like that. Frank Zappa’s daughter was what they based that whole thing on (the song and the movie) She was a local and the same age as me.
        Everybody just did drugs, shopped and fucked each other.
        Crazy times.

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  7. Boody Gordon Rogers
    February 13, 2016

    I prefer the old fashioned farmers markets or the General store.
    Times sure have changed.

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  8. orangeman
    April 28, 2016

    I worked at the orange Julius kiosk in 1993 and part of 94. It was a good thing I was a dumb kid or else I would have realized how dangerous that place was. I ending up quitting because of the trashy people always asking me to “hook them up” and trying to get things for free. Plus I started to see more fights right out in the open.

    As a kid I loved the mall, but as a teen in the mid 90s I realized it had become overrun with trash. Too bad I couldn’t enjoy it like the teens in the 80s.

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