Meet George Pullman.
 
Well,
 you really wouldn't want to. He's been dead since 1897 and even if you 
were given the chance, good luck getting past the eight tons of solid 
concrete and lead over his grave.
You heard me.
There's a 
reason why they put all that concrete over his grave, and by the time 
you're done reading this you'll understand why this man was as toxic as 
anything they bury in at the Hanford Nuclear Waste Dump.
Let's get into the Wayback Machine (could get crowded, so wear deodourant) and time warp back to Chicago in the 1880s.....
Chicago
 was a booming town. It just got over a massive fire and things were on a
 roll. it was one of the few major cities in America at that time where 
you could be black or an immigrant and still find a way to make it.
George Pullman seemed like a visionary and on paper, you'd think he was.
Pullman
 ran a company that made luxury railroad cars. There were few automobiles in 
those days and they moved with the speed of the mail. Airplanes were 
still science fiction. So horse and buggy was the way for people to get 
around the city. If you wanted to go see your Aunt Sadie in Peoria, 
well....you'd be going through a lot of horses too. So passenger trains were 
invented for that purpose and like Greyhound buses these days, they were
 uncomfortable, cramped, smelly and (did I mention uncomfortable?)
Anyway,
 enter the Pullman railroad car. This thing was to change all that. It 
had seats big enough for the American butt of the time (or at least 
larger than the butt of an average praying mantis.) It was made of the 
finest materials. It was the first railroad passenger car with a design 
and function not resembling a maximum security prison. It was even 
considered stylish (a word a designer of a maximum security prison would
 hear and grunt at.) Railroad travel really didn't have to resemble a 
week in the hole anymore.
This was the Gilded Age, and it was 
luxury over sanity, flamboyant style over basic safety features. It was a
 brave new world and George Pullman was going to milk every drop of it.
He
 constructed a company town for his employees called (what else?) 
Pullman in Chicago. Pullman had everything you could ever want in 1880. 
It was totally off the grid from the rest of Chicago, it had it's own 
sewer and water towers, it's own electricity plant, phone system The 
very first shopping mall in history called "The Arcade". It had a 
theater, several shops, a public library and a post office. A public 
school, a grand hotel, several parks, it's own newspaper and a church. 
Several streets lined with nice little rowhouses for his employees. There was no 
litter in the strrets, lawns were well manicured. Everything was as neat
 and tidy as Martha Stewart on speed. There was NO crime, NOTHING could 
go wrong, right?
Something did go wrong. Like any travel brochure
 to paradise, you have to read between the lines. You see, when you work
 for, rent from, get all your stuff from, you kids educated by and live 
under the same rules by the same guy, there's gonna be a problem. 
First,
 everything was basically on loan. You were not allowed to own your own 
little rowhouse. Second, FORGET starting any "alternative" to Pullman's 
status-quo businesses. Your kids were educated in the Pullman way, all 
books in the public library were carefully selected by Pullman himself, 
what you saw in that theater - yep, he picked that too. And the church? 
Well.....NOBODY used the church, as one church and a zillion 
denominations of Christianity (we haven't even begun to talk about the 
non-Christian religions) are just too much for one building.
And 
everybody's house was so spotlessly clean in these rowhouses that looked
 perfectly alike. That happens when you can be evicted with only 10 days
 notice for so much as a dirty dish in the sink. Pullman sent goons out to inspect 
every house to make sure everything conformed....or else.
Now, if
 you thought things really fell apart right there, just remember his 
employees were paid not in solid American cash, but in Pullman's own 
currency. Meaning once you got outside of Pullman and into Chicago 
itself - SURPRISE! You're worthless. And when in Pullman, watch out for 
company spies. They were all over the place. They could be your next 
door neighbour, the nice guy at the grocery store. And if everyone could 
settle on a religion, the priest would probably be forced to report back
 to company headquarters with your juiciest confessions. There was no 
independent press, no town meetings, no public discussion. Nothing.
Naturally,
 people began having a problem with all that. But you kept your big 
mouth shut tight....if you knew what was good for you......
In 
1894, Pullman began losing business. Things were rough all over as the 
American economy was in a mini-depression. But Pullman thought he knew 
which side his bread was buttered on. So jobs and wages were cut. But 
rent, utilities and everything else in Pullman stayed at the same 
prices. And things REALLY went to hell. People went on strike - 90% of 
Pullman's workforce went on strike. And then it really got ugly. Pullman
 got in touch with a political buddy, one President Grover Cleveland to 
send in federal troops to squash all dissent.  
However, once the
 smoke cleared, it was revealed Pullman had too much control over 
everything and he was forced to relinquish his control over Pullman. 
Chicago quickly annexed it.
He died in 1897. And just to make 
sure nobody dug up his grave and beat the crap out of his corpse (like 
anyone would), he asked for all that cement and a lead lined coffin to 
be buried in, per his burial arrangements. Actually, it was a good 
thing. At least he'll never rise again with another STUPID idea.
That's
 why right wing company towns and gated communities work as badly as the
 most liberal hippie communes. Social engineering is a public matter, 
not a private one. 
And that's how we should leave it.