Always on Strike: Frank Little and the Western Wobblies
By Arnold Stead
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Slightly uneven account of the Wobblies right as the U.S. lurched towards WW I. Frank Little was brutally lynched in Butte Montana. Add him to list of labor martyrs of Joe Hill, the Wobblies convicted due to Pres Wilson's war efforts, and the fellows down the road in Centralia Wash. It is the same damn story over and over, today.
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Always on Strike - Arnold Stead
Introduction
Many years after the fact, during a far more conservative period of his life, Ralph Chaplin writes that Frank Little was the first to arrive for a meeting of the General Executive Board of the Industrial Workers of the World in late July of 1917. Although we may have reason to doubt his memory (it has Little leaving Chicago en route to Butte a full week after that city’s press announced the hobo agitator’s arrival in Montana), Chaplin’s vivid description of his last encounter with Little has a ring of truth to it. He writes: Frank wore his Stetson at the same jaunty angle, and his twisted grin was as aggressive as ever.
The meeting’s primary purpose was to decide whether or not Wobblies should register for the draft. Board member Richard Brazier, like Chaplin and Haywood, thought opposing conscription would put the International Workers of the World, known as the IWW or the Wobblies, out of business.
Little shot back at him: They’ll run us out of business anyhow. Better to go out in a blaze of glory than to give in. Either we’re for this capitalist slaughter fest or we’re against it. I’d rather take a firing squad.
In response, Bill [Haywood] looked angry, the others bewildered,
and Chaplin hastily wrote a compromise statement.
The board would not sign it, but instead told Chaplin to send it under his signature. He remembers taking the statement with him when he registered for the draft. The following day, July 25, Chaplin writes that Little hobbled up to my offices to say goodbye.
The latter said, You’re wrong about registering for the draft. It would be better to go down slugging.
Chaplin marveled
at Little’s courage in taking on a difficult and dangerous assignment like [the Butte strike] in his present condition.
Chaplin continues:
"‘It’s a fine specimen the I.W.W. is sending into that tough town,’ I chided him. ‘One leg, one eye, two crutches—and no brains!’
Frank laughed, he lifted a crutch as though to crown me. ‘Don’t worry, fellow worker, all we’re going to need from now on is guts.’
That was the last time I saw Frank Little alive."
Historian Arnon Gutfeld describes the assassination of Frank Little: At about three a.m. the morning of August 1, a large black car stopped in front of 316 North Wyoming Street.
Six masked men emerged from the vehicle and entered a boarding house next to Finnlander Hall where Frank Little was staying. The men frightened the landlady, Mrs. Nora Byrne, by kicking in the door of a room they mistakenly thought Little to be occupying. She asked them what they wanted and they replied, We are officers and we want Frank Little.
His abductors did not allow the hobo agitator to dress, and when he resisted they carried him to the black automobile.
The car sped away, but stopped after traveling a short distance and Little, still in his underwear, was tied to the car bumper. He must have been dragged a considerable distance, for his kneecaps were later found to have been scrapped off. He was taken to the Milwaukee Bridge, a short distance outside the city limits. There he was severely beaten, as bruises on his skull indicated, and hanged from a railroad trestle. Pinned to his underwear was a six-by-ten inch placard with the inscription, ‘Others take notice, first and last warning, 3–7-77.’ On the bottom of the note, the letters ‘L-D-C-S-S-W-T’ were printed, and the letter ‘L’ encircled.
The numbers 3–7-77 aroused a good many theories, including one by a Butte citizen who believed it was Little’s draft number and that he committed suicide to avoid being inducted into the military. It is now generally believed, however, that the figures designate Montana specifications for a grave: three feet wide, seven feet deep, and seventy-seven inches long. The Butte press seemed to think D-C-S-S-W-T stood for the last names of men the vigilantes
were going to visit
next: William Dunne, Tom Campbell, Joe Shannon, Dan Shovlin, John Williams, and Leon Tomich; all of whom were leaders of the Metal Mine Workers Union.
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I first discovered Frank Little quite by accident. With no students to occupy me during office hours, I began to browse through the Encyclopedia of the American Left and found in an entry on the great novelist Dashiell Hammett that some people believed he had been involved in the lynching of Frank Little. Long a Hammett fan, I had never heard of Frank Little. Under the former’s name I found a fragment of a thought-provoking figure, and I have been collecting Frank Little fragments ever since. If not for my interest in Dashiell Hammett, creator of characters such as Sam Spade and Nick and Nora Charles, I might well have never discovered Frank Little, a legendary figure in his own right. Hammett would have been about twenty-one years old when Little was murdered and highly unlikely to have had any notions of one day being a respected writer of hard-boiled detective fiction.
Young Hammett was working as a Pinkerton operative in Butte, Montana, the summer Frank Little was murdered.1 He was in town to help break the miners’ strike that Little was probably leading, clandestinely of course. In those days, the agency that Alan Pinkerton had founded at the behest of the nation’s biggest bosses, particularly the railroad magnates, did its bread-and-butter business as a strike-breaking force. The Industrial Workers of the World was involved in a strike against the Butte branch of the Anaconda Copper Company so the company hired Pinkertons. According to William F. Nolan, one of Hammett’s biographers, Hammett discovered that one man in particular was causing major trouble for the mining company. His name was Frank Little, a labor union organizer known as the ‘hobo agitator.’ Little, who had lost one eye, was part Indian and possessed a warrior’s tenacity and courage; he would not be bluffed or scared off. Union members supported him enthusiastically as he raved and shouted against injustices in the mines.
Might we assume the man who could not be bluffed or scared off
had to be killed?
In the early 1930s, Hammett told Lillian Hellman that an officer of Anaconda Copper had offered him five thousand dollars to kill Frank Little. He also said: I had no political conscience in ’17. I was just doing a job, and if our clients were rotten it didn’t concern me. They hired us to break up a union strike, so we went out there [Butte] to do that.
Hammett said he turned down the offer, but Hellman seems convinced the incident played a pivotal role in his life. In Scoundrel Time she tells her readers: Through the years he was to repeat that bribe offer so many times, that I came to believe, knowing him now, that it was a kind of key to his life. He had given a man the right to think he would murder . . . I think I can date Hammett’s belief that he was living in a corrupt society from Little’s murder.
Hammett did not meet Hellman until approximately fifteen years after Little was lynched, yet Hammett could not put what happened in Butte behind him. Moreover, he spoke of the offer several times over the course of the couple’s relationship. One cannot help but wonder if Hammett, in fact, did not refuse the offer. Or, perhaps he blamed himself for not doing something to prevent the assassination he knew was in the making.
Another of Hammett’s biographers, Diane Johnson, writes that the author of The Maltese Falcon was raised by a hard-luck father with big ideas and little else. As a young man he was essentially conservative but had a penchant for seeking the company of grafters, gamblers, and sporting women. Like Hellman, Johnson speaks of the radical change in Hammett’s life when she writes: But at some moment—perhaps at the moment he was asked to murder Frank Little or perhaps at the moment he learned Little had been killed, possibly by Pinkerton men—Hammett saw that the actions of the guards and the guarded, of the detective and the man he’s stalking, are reflexes of a single sensibility, on the fringe where murderers and thieves live. He saw that he himself was on the fringe, or might be.
Frank Little was neither thief nor murderer, but the Espionage Act took effect in June 1917 and made his criticism of the war and those fighting it a felony offense. While Little could not be described as a gunman, at the time of his death he may well have been carrying a gun. As early as 1913 he carried a pistol during a strike in Duluth, Minnesota, in order to ease the fears of his fellow strikers. The company’s security forces were, of course, all packing a firearm or two. By the summer of 1917, with the United States now officially a combatant in the war, tensions were running significantly higher than they had been in Duluth; so carrying a firearm probably seemed like a sensible practice for a hobo agitator
engaged in the dissemination of recently criminalized ideas.
Yet another of Dashiell Hammett’s biographers, Richard Layman, calls the story of the five thousand dollar offer implausible.
He writes: Hammett’s accounts of his days as a detective are always suspect, because he was writing accounts, describing his adventures in interviews, and telling friends stories about his past after he changed occupations. He was by then a writer with experience and a considerable interest in advertising.
While Layman’s point is certainly worth noting, it ignores two important specifics. First, and most importantly, Hammett did not speak of the Butte offer just a few times over a short period of time but rather on many occasions over a considerable length of time. Second, he repeated the story to his lover and confidante, Lillian Hellman, to whom he had no need to advertise; at least not for so long a period of time.
My quest for Frank Little continued with a Google search of his name and found fifteen pages of information, a portion of which was of questionable reliability. I then perused a dozen labor-centered histories in order to find an equal number of repetitious pages about him. Only a handful of historians mentioned him at all, and the majority of them limited their comments to brief and often grisly accounts of his death. I considered pairing Little with Randolph Bourne, or maybe Susan Sontag after her reaction in the New Yorker to the September 11 attacks, and discussing them as pariahs of different, yet not-so-different types. Both projects interested me but more because of Bourne or Sontag than Frank Little. I still did not know enough about him, what exactly he did and why, to have more than a fascination with him comparable to my feelings as a boy for Robin Hood.
As chance would have it, a long and avid interest in history gave me an opportunity to teach an American History survey course in a tribal and community college urban outreach program. Teaching that course helped convince me I had the right to practice the historian’s craft. I feared my research skills were not up to the historian or the biographer’s task, but I plunged in anyway. As a result, the reader may find my portrait of Frank Little excessively impressionistic and speculative. He/she may suspect me of finding in Frank Little what I wished to find. If such a suspicion is to some degree correct, I must ultimately defend myself by saying a similar case of finding what one wishes to find
is at play in a significant portion of what is commonly referred to as objective history.
Perhaps the affliction comes with the territory. As a historian, I have sought to bring a reasonably fresh perspective to what I think I know about the subject, ask a good many questions, and hope at least some of them are useful to further discourse.
There is little known about Frank Little before he springs to life as an Arizona member of the Western Federation of Miners in 1900. He was born in Illinois in 1879 to W. H. Little, a Quaker physician, and his Cherokee wife. He had four siblings, two brothers, W. F. and Alonzo, and two sisters whose names are unknown to me, as is their mother’s. When Frank was two years old his family moved to Ingalls, Oklahoma, near Yale in the predominately Native American eastern part of the (then) territory. These seemingly fundamental facts are anything but undisputed; even the year of his birth is not unanimously agreed upon. In its article on Little’s death the New York Call says he was born in Fresno, California, while the rest of those sources that mention his birthplace locate it in Illinois. With the exception of historian Nigel Anthony Sellars, they have him coming to Oklahoma at age two. According to Sellars, the Little family moved to Payne County in the 1890s [after] his [Frank’s] older brother Alonzo had staked a claim in the 1889 Land Run.
If Sellars is correct, Little was approaching puberty when he arrived in Oklahoma. His father, W. H., is unanimously identified as a Quaker, but information about his mother’s origins is far less certain. Marxist historian Philip S. Foner claims she was a full-blooded Cherokee while historian Melvyn Dubofsky says she was half Native American, and Nigel Sellars asserts that she was one-eighth Native American. He also says Frank briefly attended Oklahoma Agricultural and Mechanical College in Stillwater.
Writer Gene Lantz’s timeline of Little’s life places his brothers in college at Stillwater, but makes no mention of Frank ever attending. The New York Call reported that, until his death, Frank Little was the sole support of his mother and one of his sisters. Lantz writes that, as a young man, Little chewed tobacco and later in life suffered from rheumatism. The rest of what we know about