The people walking on the asphalt of Doyers Street today are likely oblivious to the carnage of the past. Tour groups filled with people from middle America pass through on a schedule. Hair salons and tourist shops line both sides of the street.
The tunnels that were once crucial methods of escape have been taken over by job placement businesses for new immigrants, while Hendrick Doyer’s brewery has been turned into what is arguably the ugliest United States Post Office in the city.
Nextdoor to where the Chinese Theater once sat is a sign of ever-encroaching gentrification: a bar called Apotheke that sells premium cocktails designed by a mixologist for $16 each.
Yet if you look hard enough though, the true history of the street and the secrets most people will never know lie just inside the next shop and around the bend.