American Midnight: The Great War, a Violent Peace, and Democracy's Forgotten Crisis
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National Bestseller • One of the year's most acclaimed works of nonfiction
A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: New York Times, Washington Post, New Yorker, Chicago Tribune, Kirkus, New York Post, Fast Company
From legendary historian Adam Hochschild, a "masterly" (New York Times) reassessment of the overlooked but startlingly resonant period between World War I and the Roaring Twenties, when the foundations of American democracy were threatened by war, pandemic, and violence fueled by battles over race, immigration, and the rights of labor
The nation was on the brink. Mobs burned Black churches to the ground. Courts threw thousands of people into prison for opinions they voiced—in one notable case, only in private. Self-appointed vigilantes executed tens of thousands of citizens’ arrests. Some seventy-five newspapers and magazines were banned from the mail and forced to close. When the government stepped in, it was often to fan the flames.
This was America during and after the Great War: a brief but appalling era blighted by lynchings, censorship, and the sadistic, sometimes fatal abuse of conscientious objectors in military prisons—a time whose toxic currents of racism, nativism, red-baiting, and contempt for the rule of law then flowed directly through the intervening decades to poison our own. It was a tumultuous period defined by a diverse and colorful cast of characters, some of whom fueled the injustice while others fought against it: from the sphinxlike Woodrow Wilson, to the fiery antiwar advocates Kate Richards O’Hare and Emma Goldman, to labor champion Eugene Debs, to a little-known but ambitious bureaucrat named J. Edgar Hoover, and to an outspoken leftwing agitator—who was in fact Hoover’s star undercover agent. It is a time that we have mostly forgotten about, until now.
In American Midnight, award-winning historian Adam Hochschild brings alive the horrifying yet inspiring four years following the U.S. entry into the First World War, spotlighting forgotten repression while celebrating an unforgettable set of Americans who strove to fix their fractured country—and showing how their struggles still guide us today.
Adam Hochschild
Adam Hochschild’s first book, Half the Way Home: a Memoir of Father and Son, was published in 1986. It was followed by The Mirror at Midnight: a Journey into the Heart of South Africa and The Unquiet Ghost: Russians Remember Stalin. His 1997 collection, Finding the Trapdoor: Essays, Portraits, Travels won the PEN/Spielvogel-Diamonstein Award for the Art of the Essay. King Leopold’s Ghost: a Story of Greed, Terror and Heroism in Colonial Africa won the Duff Cooper Prize in the UK, the Lionel Gelber Prize in Canada and was a finalist for the 1998 National Book Critics Circle Award in the United States. Bury the Chains: the British Struggle to Abolish Slavery was longlisted for the Samuel Johnson Prize. To End All Wars: a Story of Protest and Patriotism in the First World War, was published by Macmillan in 2011. His books have been translated into twelve languages. Hochschild teaches writing at the Graduate School of Journalism at the University of California at Berkeley and has been a Fulbright Lecturer in India. He lives in Berkeley with his wife, the sociologist and author Arlie Hochschild. They have two sons and one grandchild.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5American Midnight by Adam Hochschild takes an immersive look at various aspects of the United States in the years surrounding our entry into WWI with the war serving as a backdrop, not the focus. Hochschild turns an analytical eye on Wilson, the repressive government and community actions taken in the name of “nationalism”, and the opposition work of many fighting for rights during this oppressive time. History readers looking for a critical look at this period of racism, nativism, anti-labor, and the disparate Wilson will enjoy American Midnight.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book exposed what America became when aroused with war fever. Arguably, the issues that led to the eruption of the Great War had very little to do with any American National Interests. Indeed, the United States was never in any real danger of attack. However, the population was whipped up to a war frenzy and they vented their ire against any group that was perceived as not being sufficiently patriotic - that is, did not support the war effort enough. Hochschild discusses the plethora of pseudo-governmental groups that were called into existence to fight any "perceived" non-patriotic movement: these included workers' rights groups, womens' rights groups, socialist leaning groups, ethnic, minority groups. In short, there was a field day on any group that was not of northern European descent and capitalist groups. The book also showed Woodrow Wilson as less than of an inspired idealist as I have come to see him. On the whole this books helps to show a darker side of American society as it grappled with the Great War and its immediate aftermath.My only real criticism of this work is that endnoting system. Hochschild has adopted the newer system of not using endnote numbers. Instead, one must constant check the back of the book to see if the paragraph one just read has any accompanying endnote. Then, one must divine which reference is the note for which fact in the aforementioned paragraph. This is as opposed to just using numbers to reference endnotes.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5History doesn’t repeat itself, but it sure as heck rhymes. Hochschild chronicles the history of often violent anti-labor, anti-immigrant, anti-radical, misogynist, anti-Black initiatives by ruling white men in the years surrounding the First World War. He notes the use of torture on radicals at home by men who’d learned waterboarding in the Philippines, and who, before the rise of “white” as a category covering Italians, Russians, and many Jews, saw them as racial inferiors. Suppressing speech was an integral part of this campaign against kinds of people, as it is today.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is an excellent but horrifying history about an extremely violent and repressive, but mostly (as per the title) forgotten 4-year period in American history, from 1917, when the U.S. entered WW I, to 1920. Woodrow Wilson became president in 1913 as a liberal reformer, and many like-minded politicians and other figures joined his administration to help with the project of making life better for laborers and helping to reduce the large wealth gap that had formed between the working class and the owners of industry. (Sound familiar?) In many important ways, however, Wilson was no bargain. Although he'd served as governor of New Jersey, Wilson was a Georgia native and a firm proponent of Jim Crow. For example, he went about resegregating the areas of the federal government that had made progress in that area. At first he was opposed to U.S. involvement in WW I, running for reelection under the slogan, "He kept us out of war." But as the war progressed, and the allies became hard pressed, they turned to the U.S. for armaments and other supplies, going into huge debt to the U.S government and munitions companies, among others, to the extent that an Allied defeat in the war would have occasioned massive defaults and extensive losses to U.S. creditors. Well, that couldn't be allowed. That's not the only cause that Hochschild provides for the U.S. entry into the war, but it is an extremely significant one, and something I'd never realized. Once the U.S. was involved, Wilson's Attorney General and other high-ranking figures went to town, using the war effort as an excuse for furious and violent repression. The so-called Espionage Act of 1917 made it a crime punishable by long prison terms to criticize the war effort or the government, or to complain about war profiteering. A nationwide civilian vigilante organization called the American Protective League was organized and given carte blanche for violent and even often deadly activities. People got lynched for refusing to buy War Bonds. Massive, coordinated, roundups of draft-aged men took place, and woe betide anyone who couldn't show a draft card. This was all a cover for nativist, rightwing politicians who wanted to hound immigrants, the labor movement, conscientious objectors, socialists, Jews, Catholics and, it goes without saying, Blacks. Good old J. Edgar Hoover got his start during these days. And Wilson, still supposedly a reformer, either condoned or turned a blind eye to all of it. The Supreme Court ruled in favor of the Espionage Act (very little espionage was ever uncovered), and did so in a unanimous ruling despite the presence of Louis Brandeis and Oliver Wendell Holmes on the court (Holmes, in particular, later did an about face on this subject). The whole period was a horror show from beginning to end. It wasn't until the end of the war and, in particular, the advent of the Warren Harding administration, that some of the main perpetrators of the offenses began to be discredited (in events reminiscent of Joseph McCarthy's toppling) and the American body politic finally lost their appetite for the repression. And although Harding is generally remember with derision nowadays, Hoschshild makes the point that he immediately began commuting the sentences of and releasing from jail the many political prisoners still being held under the Espionage Act long after the war, and the dangers of espionage, had ended. Or, has Harding put it to a journalist off the record even before assuming the presidency, "Why should we kid each other? Debs* was right, we never should have been in that war." * Leading, and extremely popular, Socialist politician Eugene Debs, who had previously garnered massive amounts of votes while running for president, and running again for president in 1920 from his prison cell (jailed under the Espionage Act), still garnered 900,000 votes nationwide. Harding let him out. Debs, Emma Goldman, and other socialist and anti-war leaders get excellent pocket biographies in this book. This is a very well-written history, though towards the end it becomes progressively (you should pardon the expression) harder to read, as it is largely a recitation of objectionable people and events. Hochschild does spend a bit of time at the very end drawing parallels between that time and this one in American history. How could he not? Unpleasantness aside, the book is fascinating and provides, I believe, essential information for all Americans (at the very least) wanting to understand the antecedents of today's massive strains of nativist, repressive movements that currently flourish here.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I appreciated how this book highlighted a period that is often skipped over, that of America's involvement in and the immediate aftermath of World War I, and what was happening in American life during that era. The cast of characters (or rather, historic figures) is large and ranges from people like President Woodrow Wilson, activist Emma Goldman, young J. Edgar Hoover, and socialist Eugene Debs. If this history has a flaw, it's that the author seems to be emphasizing how relevant the themes of this period are to today's culture and politics, rather than just allowing this to be apparent to the reader. Overall, however, I did find this history to be insightful and would recommend it to anyone with an interest in American history.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5“These were no ordinary times. Yet they are largely left out of the typical American history book. There’s always a chapter on the First World War… Turn the page, and the next chapter begins with the Roaring Twenties… This book is about what’s missing between those two chapters. It is a story of mass imprisonments, torture, vigilante violence, censorship, killings of black Americans, and far more...It is a story of how a war supposedly fought to make the world safe for democracy became the excuse for a war against democracy at home.”Narrative history covering the tumultuous years 1917 to 1921 in American history, which was rife with civil rights abuses, including censorship, surveillance, unjustified imprisonment, torture, and lynchings. The entrance of the US into World War I was used as justification to track down and deport “undesirables” and repress dissension. To tell the story, the author focuses notables such as Woodrow Wilson, Colonel Edward House, J. Edgar Hoover, Eugene Debs, Emma Goldman, Kate Richards O’Hare, A. Mitchell Palmer, Leo Wendell, and others. It is a disturbing account, and Hochschild does not spare the horrifying details. People were persecuted for their pacifism, alliance with labor unions, or basically any behavior deemed “unpatriotic.” The root causes of these abuses were nationalism, racism, fear of Communism, and xenophobia. These may sound familiar. It is a reminder to safeguard civil liberties and to learn from past mistakes.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5American Midnight by Adam Hochschild presents both an unsettling period in our history as well as a cautionary tale for our current times.Suppression of free speech, violence toward anyone not agreeing with the faux-patriots of the day, championing big business over workers to the point of violence, increased racism and antisemitism. These sound like I am talking about current events but I'm highlighting the US during the period covered in the book, 1917-1921. While the history is fascinating, how it speaks to today is important, if listened to.Hochschild makes clear he is biased, biased against unjustified violence and suppression, hatred of people for nothing more than their race or religion. In other words, anyone who complains about bias as a negative of the book must find those aspects unobjectionable. Even a fake historian complained about a small part (a couple of sentences) on the grounds that it would have been just fine in those days. First, that is just wrong. There were many people, especially former US military men who still bristled so soon after the Civil War at the sight of the Confederate flag used as anything other than a memorial for fallen soldiers of the war. Add that this was shortly after the big "lost cause" push that promoted a false understanding of the war and of the confederate south and the mention of a comment about a Confederate flag is indeed a justifiable one. Especially since the "compliment" was that it was an "honorable flag." The quote, in context, is about that General acting like he was campaigning for office and playing up very specific constituencies. So anyone who makes such a dog-whistle filled complaint about the book is simply showing their own disgraceful colors. Ignore the poor little thing, he is compensating for, um, shortcomings.This extremely well-researched book reads almost like an epic novel. The facts are weaved into a narrative, with the historical characters demonstrating who and what they are through their very actions (or inactions) and words. Some history nonfiction can easily be read either as a whole or in chunks as the urge strikes. This one compels the reader to keep turning pages so is like a novel in that respect as well.Highly recommended for (actual) history buffs as well as those who want to fill in the many gaps of the typical history taught in schools. Also for those who want to look to the past to help understand and react to the present. Not as highly recommended for the small-brained who think what happened then and what is happening now is fine and anyone pointing out the unethical and immoral ways are overly biased.Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via NetGalley.
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American Midnight - Adam Hochschild
Dedication
For
Troy Duster, Russ Ellis, and Thelton Henderson
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue: No Ordinary Times
Part I
1. Tears of Joy
2. Place a Gun upon His Shoulder
3. The Cardinal Goes to War
4. Enchanted by Her Beauty
5. Those Who Stand in Our Way
6. Soldiers of Darkness
7. Shoot My Brother Down
8. A Wily Con Man; A Dangerous Woman
9. The Water Cure
10. Nobody Can Say We Aren’t Loyal Now!
11. Cut, Shuffle, and Deal
12. Cheerleaders
13. Peace?
Part II
14. Another Savior Come to Earth
15. World on Fire
16. Sly and Crafty Eyes
17. On the Great Deep
18. I Am Not in Condition to Go On
19. In a Tugboat Kitchen
20. Men Like These Would Rule You
21. Seeing Red
22. A Little Man, Cool but Fiery
23. Policeman and Detective
24. Aftermath
Acknowledgments
Selected Bibliography
Notes
Index
Photo Section
About the Author
Also by Adam Hochschild
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
No Ordinary Times
NIGHT HAD FALLEN in the rugged oil-boom city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, when the squad of detectives appeared on a downtown street. They gathered outside a building whose ground-floor meeting hall had yellow curtains at the windows. Then they burst inside.
It was November 5, 1917, and the room they raided was the local headquarters of the Industrial Workers of the World. The IWW was the country’s most militant labor union and was organizing the region’s oil workers; for reasons obscure, its members were known to all as Wobblies. The detectives examined the premises suspiciously, looking into corners with flashlights, but found nothing more incriminating than 11 Wobblies reading or playing cards. They arrested the men, ordered them into a paddy wagon, and, for want of other offenses, charged them all with vagrancy. The worst that the Tulsa Daily World, the voice of the state’s oil industry, could come up with the next day, looking for something damning to say about them, was, Most of them were uncouth in appearance.
When the Wobblies were brought to court two days later, the police could not name any laws the men had violated, and none had a criminal record. Their attorney argued that they could not possibly be vagrants, or loafers,
as the prosecution charged, because they were employed. One had not lost a workday in ten months; another was the father of ten children and owned a mortgage-free home. However, when their trial ended late at night on November 9, Judge T. D. Evans found them all guilty and fined them $100 apiece (the equivalent of some $2,000 a hundred years later). This was a sum no Wobbly could afford and one that guaranteed that they would remain in jail.
By way of explaining his verdict, the judge cryptically declared, These are no ordinary times.
Immediately after he sentenced the 11, bailiffs seized six other men in the courtroom, five of them Wobblies who had been defense witnesses, and locked them up as well. Shortly afterward, police ordered the entire group into three cars, supposedly to take them to the county jail. At a railroad crossing, however, the cars were suddenly surrounded by a large mob of men wearing long black robes and black masks and carrying rifles and revolvers. It was below freezing. You could see the frost on the railroad ties,
remembered one Wobbly. By now he and his comrades knew that in store for them was something worse than jail.
JUDGE EVANS WAS right: these were no ordinary times. Yet they are largely left out of the typical high school American history book. There’s always a chapter on the First World War, which tells us that the United States remained neutral in that conflict until German submarines began sinking American ships. Then, of course, we sent General Pershing and his millions of khaki-clad doughboys to Europe in their distinctive, broad-brimmed, forest-ranger hats. They fought valiantly at Château-Thierry and Belleau Wood, helped win the war, and returned home to joyful ticker-tape parades. Turn the page and the next chapter begins with the Roaring Twenties: flappers, the Charleston, Prohibition, speakeasys, and Al Capone.
This book is about what’s missing between those two chapters. It is a story of mass imprisonments, torture, vigilante violence, censorship, killings of Black Americans, and far more that is not marked by commemorative plaques, museum exhibits, or Ken Burns documentaries. It is a story of how a war supposedly fought to make the world safe for democracy became the excuse for a war against democracy at home.
The toxic currents of racism, nativism, Red-baiting, and contempt for the rule of law have long flowed through American life. People of my generation have seen them erupt in McCarthyism, in the rocks and insults hurled at Black children entering previously all-white schools, and in the demagoguery of politicians like Richard Nixon, George Wallace, and Donald Trump. By the time you read this, they may well have boiled up again in additional ways. My hope is that by examining closely an overlooked period in which they engulfed the country, we can understand them more deeply and better defend against them in the future. The struggle of man against power,
wrote Milan Kundera, is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
Never was this raw underside of our nation’s life more revealingly on display than from 1917 to 1921. For instance, twenty-first-century Americans are all too familiar with rage against immigrants and talk of fortifying the southern border, but this is nothing new: major candidates for both the Republican and Democratic Party presidential nominations in 1920 campaigned on promises of mass deportations. And some people, including the vice president of the United States, suggested going further: Why limit deportation merely to immigrants? Why not permanently expel troublemakers of every sort? Also during this period, army machine-gun nests appeared in downtown Omaha and tanks on the streets of Cleveland, and armed troops patrolled many other American cities, from Butte, Montana, to Gary, Indiana. The military crafted a secret 57-page contingency plan to put the entire country under martial law.
During those four years more than 450 people were imprisoned for a year or more by the federal government, and an estimated greater number by state governments, merely for what they wrote or said. For the same reason, or simply for belonging to fully legal organizations, thousands of Americans like those Tulsa Wobblies were jailed for shorter periods, anywhere from a few days to a few months.
Right-wing TV networks did not exist in 1917, but in that year was born a presidential tool even more powerful, a lavishly financed government propaganda agency that operated in every medium of the day: films, books, posters, newspaper articles, and a corps of 75,000 speakers who gave more than seven million talks everywhere from movie houses to revival tents. In addition, the federal government also attacked the press, both during and well after the First World War. It banned hundreds of issues of American newspapers and magazines from the mail (a fatal blow in an age before electronic media), permanently barring some 75 periodicals entirely.
These years also saw the birth of a nationwide group of vigilantes that, in size and power, dwarfed the militia groups in bulletproof vests that would flourish a century later. With more than a quarter-million members, that earlier organization became an official auxiliary of the Department of Justice. Men in its ranks would sport badges and military-style titles, cracking heads, roughing up protestors, and carrying out mass arrests. Tens of thousands of Americans would join smaller local groups as well; the masked vigilantes under those black hoods in Tulsa that night in November 1917 belonged to one called the Knights of Liberty.
WHEN THE POLICE cars stopped at the railroad crossing, none of the policemen had a chance to reach for his gun,
claimed the Tulsa Daily World, as they were surrounded by armed men.
The World’s managing editor, who clearly had been tipped off beforehand, was on the scene to observe, even bringing his wife with him. The newspaper had virtually called for something to happen, publishing an editorial that very afternoon saying, The first step in the whipping of Germany is to strangle the I. W. W.’s. Kill ’em, just as you would kill any other kind of a snake. . . . It is no time to waste money on trials and continuances and things like that. All that is necessary is the evidence and a firing squad.
America’s entry into the First World War earlier that year had provided business with a God-given excuse to stop workers from organizing. Any man or any set of men,
as the World put it, who in any way restrict the production of oil to the extent of a fraction of a barrel are helping the German emperor.
The masked, robed members of the Knights of Liberty tied the hands of each Wobbly with rope, climbed into the police cars themselves, and ordered the drivers on, accompanied by additional carloads of black-clad men. By a ravine in the Osage Hills just outside town, the cars parked in a circle, their headlights shining on an oak tree. A bonfire crackled and flickered into the night sky.
The vigilantes stripped the Wobblies to the waist and made them remove their shoes. Then, one by one, they marched each man at gunpoint to the tree, tied him to it, and whipped him until his back bled. The lashing, according to one eyewitness, was done with double pieces of heavy rope soaked in saltwater; according to another, with a blacksnake
—a long leather whip weighted with shot.
Then the vigilantes produced a pot of hot tar. As they brushed it onto each Wobbly’s chest and bleeding back, from beneath his hood the group’s leader intoned, In the name of the outraged women and children of Belgium.
(German atrocities there were a centerpiece of American war propaganda.) The mob next slit open pillows and rubbed handfuls of feathers onto the tar.
One member poured gasoline over a pile of shoes and clothing taken from the Wobblies, which contained their watches, pocketknives, money, and everything that we owned in the world
in the words of one victim, and set it on fire. Finally, the Knights of Liberty told the barefoot Wobblies to run for it. To the accompaniment of volley after volley of rifle and pistol shots fired over their heads, they scattered into the frigid darkness.
Federal agents, the World reported the next day, were making no apparent effort to discover the identity of the fifty black-robed and hooded men who held up the police cars . . . and had received no instruction from Washington as to what steps should be taken.
These Wobblies survived, but many other victims of this grim period would not. On a barbed wire fence near the ravine, in the path of their flight, the newspaper reported, pieces of clothing and flesh, and a profusion of feathers, were found entangled.
ALTHOUGH THIS BRUTAL time unfolded long before I was born, both my parents lived through it. They experienced it differently. To my mother, the daughter of a Princeton professor, Woodrow Wilson had been a familiar figure long before he was first elected president in 1912. His solemn gray eyes behind a pince-nez, a neatly folded handkerchief in his breast pocket, he doffed his top hat to women he met as he walked to work each day on the placid, leafy streets near her home. Wilson had been the university’s president until elected governor of New Jersey in 1910 and continued to live in Princeton until voters sent him to the White House two years later. When a bell in a campus tower pealing nonstop proclaimed that news, my grandparents took their young daughters over to the Wilsons’ spacious half-timbered Tudor house to join those who came to congratulate the couple.
A few years later, my 16-year-old mother shared the enthusiasm that swept the country as it entered the First World War, determined to defeat Kaiser Wilhelm II, that symbol of German militarism with his upswept mustache and love of bemedaled uniforms. She and her sisters rolled bandages for the Red Cross and moved pins on a map of Europe to show the positions of the armies. They were thrilled to see the flags of all the Allied nations hanging in the Princeton gymnasium, as well as the student cadets in puttees drilling on campus or donning leather helmets and goggles at a nearby new airfield. When a delegation of British officers visited town, hostesses vied to entertain them. Only after the war’s end did my horrified mother learn that it had claimed the lives of two beloved male cousins.
For my 24-year-old father, the war brought no cheering. Although his family was well off, they lived in fear. His parents were Jewish, his father an immigrant from Germany and his mother the daughter of immigrants, and the family spoke German at home. But you risked being beaten up if someone heard you doing so on the street, for patriots now condemned the kaiser’s tongue.
In New York City, where they lived, the Metropolitan Opera announced that it would cease performing works in German. The American Defense Society, whose honorary head was ex-president Theodore Roosevelt, declared, The sound of the German language . . . reminds us of the murder of a million helpless old men, unarmed men, women and children . . . the ravishment and murder of young girls.
One wartime Sunday, spreading across five columns of the New York Times, which my father and grandfather read faithfully, was an article by a Johns Hopkins professor under the headline Educator Says It Is a Barbarous Tongue.
A few weeks later came a front-page Times story from nearby New Haven, where my father’s brother was in college, headlined Masked Patriots Beat Pro-German.
Some states warned citizens against speaking German even in private. In Shawnee, Oklahoma, a crowd burned German books to mark the Fourth of July. At least 19 ceremonial bonfires of such books were lit in Ohio alone; the public library in Columbus sold its German books for scrap paper. In McLean County, Illinois, a crowd of 300 surrounded the Evangelical German Lutheran Church and demanded that it cease using German or they would burn down the building. A Justice Department official on the scene ordered the church to comply. North Dakota, Delaware, Montana, and Louisiana banned the teaching of German in school. Iowa and Nebraska banned the use in public of all foreign languages.
This is a nation,
Theodore Roosevelt thundered, not a polyglot boarding house.
Organizations rushed to change their names: the German Savings Bank of Brooklyn, for instance, became the Lincoln Savings Bank. Only in researching this book did I realize that the Lenox Hill Hospital of my own New York City childhood, across the street from my pediatrician’s office, had previously been the German Hospital and Dispensary, with a Kaiser Wilhelm Pavilion.
It is the Christian duty of Americans,
a Methodist minister declared, to decorate convenient lamp posts with German spies and agents of the Kaiser, native or foreign-born.
A Minnesota pastor was tarred and feathered because people overheard him praying in German with a dying woman. One of many patriotic lecturers touring the country with lurid tales of atrocities, a Congregational minister from Brooklyn told his audiences Germans were so inherently brutal that after the war ten million of their men should be sterilized.
Hysteria against Germans blended seamlessly with long-standing anti-Semitism. America barred Jews, either explicitly or in practice, from many clubs, businesses, law firms, college faculties, hotels, and more. The novelist Henry James was disgusted by the Jews he saw swarming
on New York’s Lower East Side, reminding him of small, strange animals . . . snakes or worms . . . who, when cut into pieces, wriggle away contentedly and live in the snippet as completely as in the whole.
In 1913, on evidence today considered fraudulent, Leo Frank, a young New York Jew working in Atlanta, had been convicted of raping and murdering a 13-year-old girl. Two years later, in the middle of the night, a mob broke into a prison, seized him, and lynched him. Half the 3,000 Jews living in Georgia left the state.
New York was not the Deep South, but a family with a name both German and Jewish still felt vulnerable. Several of my father’s cousins would before long legally change their last name to one that sounded Anglo. On all sides were rallies, parades, and pageants urging people to buy war bonds. The city saw hundreds of thousands of men questioned by vigilantes who fanned out across town, intent on rounding up slackers,
as they were called, trying to avoid the draft. My father tried desperately to get into the army, hoping that a uniform could protect him and his family. He saved little of his correspondence, but to the end of his life kept a thick file of letters and telegrams about his repeated attempts in 1917 and 1918 to enlist in one or another branch of the military: cavalry, ordnance, artillery, intelligence. When severe nearsightedness prevented this, he was relieved that he could demonstrate his patriotism by going to work as a civilian volunteer in Washington for the War Department.
Popular songs reflected the vengeful mood:
If you don’t like your Uncle Sammy
Then go back to your home o’er the sea,
To the land from where you came,
Whatever be its name.
Most Americans—almost certainly including my mother—were unaware of the violence underlying this feeling. If it mentioned them at all, the press often portrayed vigilantes beating up pacifists as patriots subduing rowdy malcontents. If the government banned an issue of a newspaper or magazine, or shut it down entirely, this was seldom announced. And no one was reporting from the prison at Camp Funston, Kansas, where conscientious objectors to military service were shackled to their cell bars on tiptoe for eight hours a day.
Most Americans were also unaware that hundreds of private detectives, undercover agents from the Bureau of Investigation (the predecessor to the FBI), and hundreds more agents from Military Intelligence were in the audiences for political meetings and were infiltrating perfectly legal organizations. In Tulsa, for example, the police seized those 11 Wobblies in their office and arrested six more sympathizers in the courtroom, for a total of 17. But when it came time to whip, tar, and feather them, there were only 16 victims. The 17th, a 29-year-old whose alias was John McCurry, was whisked out of the holding cell on a pretext because he had been working undercover for the Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Pinkerton’s wide range of corporate clients included Oklahoma oil interests.
Such spying has a long history. I had my own brush with it as an opponent of the Vietnam War in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Although I was a most insignificant figure in that movement, when I later used the Freedom of Information Act to get the heavily redacted files on me compiled by the FBI, the CIA, and the army, I received more than 100 pages. Ever since, when writing history, I’ve been drawn to surveillance records. They often tell you, inadvertently, more about the minds of the watchers than of the watched. In this book, you will meet a remarkably prolific writer of such reports, who for years successfully posed as an outspoken crusader for left-wing causes.
Until 1917, surveillance in this country had been almost entirely the work of private detectives. Despite thousands of films and novels to the contrary, such detectives were not hard-boiled private eyes with hearts of gold who rescued kidnapped heiresses and solved other mysterious crimes. Rather, like that Pinkerton man in Tulsa, they were frontline troops in the long war American business waged on labor. But the paranoia ignited by the First World War empowered government intelligence agencies, both military and civilian, to do their own spying and infiltrating. Such surveillance remains part of American life to this day.
ALTHOUGH THE GOVERNMENT first used the war in Europe to justify the ferocity at home, the repression continued, and in some ways grew worse, in the several years after the fighting ended, a time known as the Red Scare. Deep tensions fueled it. During the very days those Tulsa Wobblies were in jail, a group of radical Marxists known as Bolsheviks seized power in Russia, and many American business and political leaders feared that the Russian Revolution might spread to the United States.
Other forces also fed the violence, and most of them are still with us: a long-simmering nativism and hatred of immigrants; a military that had picked up brutal habits waging war on guerrillas in Asia; the bitter conflict between big business and organized labor that had raged for decades; and, finally, a nostalgia among white southerners—and many northerners—for the days when Blacks knew their place.
Between 1917 and 1921 there was also, to be sure, some violence from the left. Workers attacked strikebreakers with fists, knives, and bricks. Anarchists planted bombs, killing several dozen people. For many other acts of violence, however, it is unclear who was responsible.
The very afternoon before those Wobblies were arrested, for example, a 300-foot railroad bridge not far from Tulsa caught fire. The cause of the flames has not been discovered,
reported the Tulsa Democrat, but it is thought to have been a part of an I. W. W. plot.
The paper cited no evidence, however, and in this period no prosecutor ever convicted an Oklahoma Wobbly of an act of political violence.
The greatest ferocity by far came from federal and state governments, businesses, and the vigilantes allied with them—and it was backed at the very highest level. The corporate lawyer Elihu Root was a former secretary of war, secretary of state, and senator from New York. In August 1917, he had just returned from a trip abroad as a special emissary for President Wilson. There are men walking about the streets of this city tonight who ought to be taken out at sunrise tomorrow and shot for treason,
he told a New York City audience. There are some newspapers published in this city every day the editors of which deserve conviction and execution.
Such fierceness echoed across the country. Who, for instance, led the mob that tarred and feathered those Tulsa Wobblies? Two men: the city’s police chief, Ed Lucas, and W. Tate Brady, one of its most prominent business figures. Brady’s holdings included a lumberyard, a coal mine, commercial real estate, and the first hotel in town with baths. The IWW office, in fact, was on West Brady Street. Just a few days before the arrests, the volatile Brady, no stranger to the use of force, had attacked and beaten up a rival property owner who had rented that space to the IWW. The son of a Confederate veteran, Brady had moved to Oklahoma when white settlers were still staking out land in what was then Indian Territory. Later, he would join the Ku Klux Klan and, with his business profits, build a mansion modeled on the Virginia home of the Confederate general Robert E. Lee.
Key figures in these years took pride in other violent parts of the American past as well. One, who would come very close to being nominated for president, was a veteran of both the Indian Wars and the brutal campaign against Philippine independence fighters. Another Philippine War veteran headed the Military Intelligence operation that would spy on American civilians at home.
This was not, however, merely a time of villains and victims. There were plenty of heroes as well, who belong in any pantheon of Americans who fought for justice and defied bigotry. One was a feisty, outspoken woman who had a dramatic confrontation with her persecutor in the galley of a tugboat crossing New York Harbor. Another gave a speech from the one place where the police could not silence her—the top of a telephone pole. A third was a little-known but iron-principled bureaucrat who scored a decisive victory over someone who would intimidate other government officials for half a century to come: J. Edgar Hoover. And a US senator’s bravery led him to receive nooses in the mail and be hanged in effigy at the university that was his alma mater.
Looming over this entire story is one of the most enigmatic of American presidents. A visionary internationalist, he staked his political fortune on his hopes for the League of Nations, where countries would settle their disputes by negotiation instead of warfare. Yet he presided over the greatest assault on American civil liberties in the last century and a half. And, despite his skill as an orator and writer, he showed few regrets over that contradiction.
Let us start with him, on the day this dark era began.
Part I
1
Tears of Joy
ON THE PIVOTAL day of his presidency, Woodrow Wilson tried to clear his mind by playing golf. He was anything but skilled at the game, for he once required 26 strokes to complete a single hole. However, his close friend Dr. Cary Grayson, a navy physician, recommended any exercise that might strengthen the president’s shaky health and ease his high blood pressure. So, despite a smattering of light rain, Wilson fulfilled his doctor’s orders, trying not to fret about the speech he was to give that evening, one that, he knew, would define his two terms in the White House.
It was the morning of April 2, 1917. Wilson’s companion on the golf links in Virginia, across the river from Washington, was his second wife, Edith. She was his partner in much else as well, sitting in on meetings with ambassadors, sorting and discussing the vast flow of documents that came across the presidential desk, coding and decoding telegrams, and sometimes even serving as his intermediary with cabinet members.
After the president had lost his first wife, the mother of his adult children, to kidney disease three years earlier, Dr. Grayson had introduced him to Edith Bolling Galt, a widow 16 years his junior. With the wild enthusiasm of a much-younger man, he seemed transformed by the vivacious, slightly plump Edith, whose face was as round and cheerful as his own was long and somber—an undertaker’s face, people often said. The morning after what was apparently his first night with her, on a sleeper train taking them to a honeymoon getaway, a Secret Service agent had seen the 58-year-old Wilson dancing a jig while singing a popular vaudeville tune:
Oh, you beautiful doll! You great big beautiful doll!
Let me put my arms around you, I can hardly live without you.
The president would not be dancing much longer. Several years later, a stroke would suddenly render him barely able to speak or move, leaving vastly more power than Americans knew in the hands of his wife, as she concealed his condition from the country. But for now, Edith Wilson remained merely a quiet presence in her husband’s life.
Before they headed for the golf course the morning of April 2, the president had sent to the government printer a sealed envelope containing the speech he was to give to both houses of Congress the same evening. He had typed it himself on his Hammond portable. Although even his own cabinet members did not know exactly what Wilson was going to say, everyone knew what the topic of his legendary eloquence would be: the terrible conflict that by now had engulfed almost all of Europe, with the fighting spreading to Africa and Asia as well.
Like an immense whirlpool, what newspapers referred to as the Great War
seemed to be sucking the United States into its grasp. It was mass-production slaughter on an unimaginable scale, with an estimated five million soldiers killed in less than three years of fighting so far, and an even larger number wounded. The previous year, 1916, had been the most violent that history had yet seen, with vast, monthslong battles at the Somme and Verdun in France and in a huge Russian offensive on the other side of Europe. At the Somme, more than 19,000 British soldiers had been killed in a single day as they walked into German machine-gun fire. In Russia alone, six million people would eventually take to the roads as refugees, many of them desperately hungry.
Pressure for the United States to join the war had been building since the fighting began in 1914. If the country did so, however, it would be unprecedented, for in the nation’s entire existence, no American soldiers had ever fought in Europe. George Washington had famously warned his people not to entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of European ambition,
and for many Americans, that prospect was still unthinkable.
If the country made this momentous step, which side would it join? Certainly not that of Germany and its chief partner, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the powers blamed, with some reason, for starting the war. Many Americans were outraged by reports—some exaggerated, some true—that the Germans had shot civilians, pillaged farms, and conscripted forced laborers in occupied Belgium. The American public also was shocked by the burning of that country’s famous university library at Louvain, with its priceless collection of medieval manuscripts; by German zeppelins bombing London; and by the great massacres of Christian Armenians by Germany’s ally, Ottoman Turkey.
No—if the United States joined, it would be on the side of the Allies: Britain, France, Russia, Italy, and a number of smaller countries. Americans felt great sympathy for France, which was suffering ferocious combat on its own soil. Deep ties of history and language bound the United States to Britain, reinforced by a sophisticated British propaganda campaign that flooded the American press with articles, interviews, and cartoons; distributed millions of books and pamphlets; and sent speakers touring the United States with graphic tales of British bravery and German cruelty. Shrewd British propagandists even translated and published the writings of the most extreme German militarists, knowing Americans would be dismayed by them.
By contrast, German lobbying in America was hobbled: In the middle of the night, a few hours after Britain declared war, a specially equipped British ship waiting in the English Channel had lowered its grapple at the right spot to retrieve and cut all five undersea telegraph cables linking Germany to other parts of the world, including the United States. Vigilant British control of the remaining transatlantic cables ensured that no stories that reflected badly on the Allies reached American newspapers.
Britain and France were desperate for American support. Already at least 35,000 young Americans eager for battle had volunteered for the armed forces of Canada, among the Allies from the beginning. Others had enlisted in the French Foreign Legion, and several thousand Americans had gone to Europe as nurses and ambulance drivers for the Allies. Many more had donated millions to support them and to send food to occupied Belgium. Dozens of eager fliers had joined the elite Lafayette Escadrille, a unit of volunteer American fighter pilots in the French air force. Their fragile biplanes were painted with the head of a Native American in a feathered war bonnet.
Even so, millions of other Americans wanted no part of the conflict. Wilson had won reelection as the Democratic candidate in 1916 on the slogan He kept us out of war.
Although the president was careful never to utter those words himself, his campaign was so convincing that he gained the support of many pacifists. Nowhere was antiwar feeling stronger than in the Socialist Party, whose members had long dreamed of a workers’ commonwealth that transcended national borders. In an implicit bow to Wilson, Eugene V. Debs, the perennial Socialist presidential candidate and an ardent opponent of war, chose not to run for president in 1916, and many of his followers voted for Wilson.
But had he really kept us out of war? A newspaper cartoon captured the truth: a walking Uncle Sam is wearing sandwich boards; the one covering his chest reads, Peace on Earth, Goodwill Toward Men
; the one on his back, War Ammunition for $ale, Orders Filled Promptly.
The United States might not officially be at war, but it was selling the Allies vast quantities of oil, barbed wire, rifle ammunition, and artillery shells, plus the steel, copper, and other materials needed to make more weapons. This cornucopia of supplies included $700 million worth of explosives alone. Workers in Canada assembled American parts and materials into submarines for Britain’s Royal Navy. Midwestern farmers sold tens of thousands of horses and mules to replace those that had perished pulling artillery pieces and supply wagons at the front in France and Belgium, and also reaped good prices supplying much of the beef, pork, wheat, and other food that kept the British and French fed. American business was making millions selling goods to other Allied nations as well: everything from boots for Russian Cossacks to 500,000 canteens for Greece.
Theoretically, factories and farmers in neutral
America were equally free to sell whatever they wanted to Germany and Austria-Hungary, but this was impossible. A blockade of British warships and minefields cut off those countries from all shipping. Not even medical supplies were allowed through.
Germany had greatly inflamed American public opinion in 1915 when one of its submarines torpedoed the British passenger liner Lusitania on its way from New York to Liverpool. Nearly 1,200 people lost their lives, including 128 Americans. Politicians in Washington and across the country furiously denounced German perfidy and the murder of innocent women and children. They ignored, however, the fact that the Lusitania was also carrying 173 tons of munitions, including artillery shells and 4.2 million rifle bullets.
Now, almost hour by hour as Woodrow and Edith Wilson played their morning golf game on April 2, momentum to join the fighting was escalating, fueled by two recent events even more galvanizing than the sinking of the Lusitania.
The first of these had come on February 1, 1917, when Germany declared unlimited submarine warfare. Previously the supplies and food the United States sold the Allies were generally safe from attack if they traveled on American ships, but now any vessel heading for Allied ports could be a target for German torpedoes. When the Germans quietly offered to negotiate exceptions for some American ships, Wilson ignored them. As American freighters and their sailors began to fall victim to German submarines, he cut off diplomatic relations with Germany.
Then, on March 1, front pages across the country carried the text of a shocking telegram—gleefully intercepted and decoded by British intelligence—that German foreign minister Arthur Zimmermann had sent to his country’s ambassador in Mexico. It asked him to urge that nation into the war on the German side, in return for which Germany would reward it with its lost territory in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona.
Lost territory! In an America where several decades of dramatically increased immigration had already left nativists inflamed, the Zimmermann telegram ignited fury. The War Department put troops at the Mexican border on alert and sent soldiers to guard railway tunnels in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. A private rifle club in San Diego offered to protect the city. The movie mogul Cecil B. De Mille put 75 men armed with rifles and a machine gun at the service of Los Angeles.
While his fellow Americans were succumbing to war fever, Wilson had long acted as if the United States, and he himself, were morally superior to the squabbling countries of the Old World. Two years earlier, speaking to a group of Civil War veterans, he had made a statement that would have raised many an eyebrow elsewhere in the world: We created this Nation not to serve ourselves, but to serve mankind.
As late as January 1917, still seeming to speak from a lofty perch above the great conflict in Europe, he had called for the war to end in a peace without victory,
declaring that victory would mean peace forced upon the loser, a victor’s terms imposed upon the vanquished. It would be accepted in humiliation, under duress, at an intolerable sacrifice, and would leave a sting, a resentment.
It would be a dramatic change for Wilson to now ask Congress to join that very war, although by the time he headed home from his golf game, many Americans were sure he would do so. But just how would the country go to war? The United States had only a small standing military, while the armies now hurling themselves against each other across the Atlantic were swollen by conscription and altogether totaled in the tens of millions. Only once before, during the Civil War, had the United States tried a draft, and it had been met with violent protests that left well over 100 people killed.
Many thought, therefore, that if the president called for his country to take part in the war, it might be in some limited fashion—restricted, say, to naval attacks on German submarines. As recently as February, after all, Wilson had publicly opposed conscription. Would he reverse himself so soon?
APRIL 2 WAS a Monday, and over the weekend in his second-floor White House study the president had outlined and drafted his address to Congress: first in shorthand, then making corrections, and finally typing. That much is certain. But an oft-repeated story having to do with the speech is more likely legend.
Wilson was agonized about the decision he faced, his admirers are fond of saying. In the words of an authorized biographer partly subsidized by his widow, The necessity of leading his people into war continued to occasion the President the acutest anguish. . . . The doubts that besieged him were all but overwhelming.
As he finished writing his speech, the story goes, he sent for a trusted friend to whom he could bare his soul, Frank Cobb, the editor of the New York World. It was supposedly 1:00 a.m. on April 2 when Cobb finally reached the White House and found the president in his study, at his typewriter.
I’d never seen him so worn down,
Cobb was quoted as saying years later. He looked as if he hadn’t slept, and he said he hadn’t. . . . For nights, he said, he’d been lying awake. . . . He tapped some sheets before him and said that he had written a message and expected to go before Congress with it as it stood. He said he couldn’t see any alternative, that he had tried every way he knew to avoid war. ‘What else can I do?’ he asked.
Then, according to Cobb, Wilson brilliantly foresaw the years ahead.
He said war would overturn the world we had known. . . . Once lead this people into war,
he said, and they’ll forget there ever was such a thing as tolerance. To fight you must be brutal and ruthless, and the spirit of ruthless brutality will enter into the very fibre of our national life, infecting Congress, the courts, the policeman on the beat, the man in the street . . .
He thought the Constitution would not survive it; that free speech and the right of assembly would go. He said a nation couldn’t put its strength into a war and keep its head level; it had never been done. If there is any alternative, for God’s sake, let’s take it,
he exclaimed.
In the words of another admiring biographer, This was possibly the most anguished cry from the heart ever uttered in the White House by a president.
But did he really utter that cry?
Cobb made no surviving notes about his visit. And then there’s the question of when he visited. White House logbooks show no appearance by Cobb that weekend. They do, however, show him visiting two weeks earlier, on March 19, 1917, but at 3:30 p.m., not 1:00 a.m. Furthermore, if the dramatic monologue Cobb describes took place on March 19, the papers he saw could not have been Wilson’s speech to Congress, which he didn’t start drafting until some ten days later.
The uncertainties only multiply. Cobb’s account of the conversation was given to two colleagues six years later, when he was fatally ill. Neither of them made any notes. When one, seven months afterward, published his recollection of what Cobb told them, neither Cobb nor Wilson was able to confirm it, because they were both dead.
AFTER HIS MORNING golf game, the president had a quiet early lunch. His meals, on Dr. Grayson’s advice, were always balanced and not too rich, with ice cream as the only sweet. Wilson then summoned his private secretary, Joseph Tumulty—today he would be called chief of staff—who was seldom far from the president’s elbow. Despite his unassuming, cherubic looks, Tumulty was an experienced veteran of New Jersey machine politics who had helped Wilson navigate his stint as governor of that state. The president asked Tumulty to notify the House and Senate that he was ready to address a joint session as soon as they were prepared to receive him.
Meanwhile, great stacks of letters and telegrams, far more than clerks could sort, were piling up at the White House, making dramatically clear that public opinion had turned toward war. On the previous day, even sermons in Washington’s pulpits reflected this. The rector of the Church of the Epiphany declared that war with Germany would be a holy war.
In the Vermont Avenue Christian Church, a speaker said that if we stand idly by . . . we are a lot of fat-frying, profit-taking cowards.
In the McKinley Memorial Colored Baptist Church, the minister promised, We will be loyal to the Stars and Stripes.
By Wilson’s side for most of the day was his closest adviser, Colonel Edward House. With his elegant three-piece suit and trim, dignified white mustache, the dapper House had no official title. Even the colonel
was an honorific, bestowed on him by a governor of his native Texas. The title was at odds with his appearance, which was anything but military: he was shorter than the president, extremely thin, and had a voice barely louder than a whisper. Sensitive to cold, he often sat with a blanket over his knees. Although a wealthy investor, House had discovered that his real love was politics—not talking to voters, but quietly making deals, managing campaigns, and advising where to dispense patronage, while always remaining backstage. Take my word for it,
a US senator once said of him, he can walk on dead leaves and make no more noise than a tiger.
When Texas came to feel too small to House, he moved his family to New York. In 1911, he met Wilson, then the governor of New Jersey. The two hit it off and, by the time Wilson was elected president on the Democratic ticket the following year, House was operating on the national political