A History Teacher on 911

I cannot recall the words I used to soothe my juniors on that horrible day. However, the soul-deep pain remains remarkably sharp in my emotional memory.

Vaguely I can see my son, a senior at the same high school, enter my classroom to check on his mom, the American History teacher. Seeing his face, I wanted to go to pieces.

It was later, in the local newspaper, that I discovered not only the words I shared with my students but the transforming pain they endured watching their country attacked.

(For the writer’s privacy I’ve deleted their identity)

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Gail Chumbley is the author of the two-part memoir, “River of January,” and “River of January: Figure Eight,” both available on Kindle. Chumbley has also composed two history plays: Clay on the life of Henry Clay and Wolf By The Ears a study in racism.

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A Modest History of American Labor

 

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The fix was in during America’s late 19th Century. This era, remembered as the Industrial/Gilded Age, witnessed awed politicians who regularly legislated and protected those known as robber barons.

Ferocious drama played out for decades following the Civil War.  In this fraught atmosphere courageous and determined union organizers risked all to seek economic justice in the face of dangerous obstacles. Unionizers faced their names appearing on a black list, (meaning no one would hire them), bodily harm, and government sanctioned violence. The historic record is  littered with instances of brutality, hazardous working conditions, and bloodshed meted out by powerful business owners.

Particularly lethal for workers was attempting to organize workers in American mines, mills, and factories. It didn’t help that the general public was unsympathetic to workers plight, universally convinced by “The Gospel of Wealth,” a secular-sacred creed that maintained the rich were chosen by God, therefore entitled to lord over the working class. In general laborers, especially the foreign-born were viewed as a cheap commodity, a disposable cog in the wheel of production and profits.

Andrew Carnegie, in particular detested the working class, and even more the activists who threatened his control over Carnegie Steel. For example, as a remedy to thwart unionizers, managers deliberately placed workers of different nationalities next to one another on the production line. Language barriers effectively frustrated organizers trying to increase membership. Then there were corporate spies, and hired guns such as the Pinkerton Detectives out of Chicago, or Federal troops sent by Washington to quell strikes. If those measures failed to break the union, Carnegie opted to lock out strikers, filling jobs with scab labor.

The use of an injunction proved a particularly nasty device owners used. A state governor would claim interference of interstate commerce; meaning troops could move in to ensure the free transfer of mail and freight. Once the injunction was issued soldiers were deployed, guns blazing into crowds of strikers, not unlike battles from the recent Civil War.

The most significant use of the injunction concerned the Pullman Strike of 1894. Workers at the Pullman Palace Car Company (think Wild Wild West railcar) sold their freedom to the company’s powerful owner, George Pullman. Laborers lived in his company town, (Pullman, Illinois) where their wages were docked for utilities, rent, and other fees each month. During the economic downturn of the Panic of 1893, hourly wages were drastically cut, but Mr. Pullman still deducted his same monthly payments.

Demanding leniency the Pullman workers voted to strike.

Union leaders knew they had to avoid a federal injunction for armed troopers would intervene leading to violence. Seeking to avoid a military showdown strikers took extra care that the trains continued to roll through Illinois. In solidarity, rail workers helped by unhooking Pullman Cars, parking them on side tracks, then reconnecting the rest of the train cars. Off they chugged to adjacent states.

Mr. Pullman was not amused.

Of course the U.S. Attorney General at the time issued an injunction, ordering federal troops into the fray. Soldiers poured out of rail cars in Pullman, opened fire, killing some thirty strikers, and wounding many more. The strike was broken, but the heavy-handed tactics used by Pullman left some uneasy.

Not that he cared.

Could a land that aspired to liberty, also check the tyranny of powerful industrialists?

Other disputes followed the same pattern; The Haymarket Riot, the Homestead Strike, the Ludlow Massacre in Colorado, and New York City’s tragic Triangle Shirtwaist Fire in 1911 which killed nearly 150 immigrant girls.

Still, despite many violent setbacks, changes began to come about for the working class. When Theodore Roosevelt became president in 1901, he championed some real reforms. In 1902 when a coal strike threatened the coming winter supplies, TR stepped in.

Initially the mine owners refused to recognize the authority of the United Mine Workers and refused to budge.

With winter coming the President took drastic action. Roosevelt essentially sided with the strikers. He threatened the owners, warning he was willing to send in the army, but this time to work coal fields. In short the owners were obliged to sit down with union leaders and negotiate.

This President was not blind to the threat of social and economic injustice.

Fast forward to 1950’s where I grew up in a blue collar, union household. My dad, an active member of the United Steel Workers, tended white-hot pots of molten metal for Kaiser Aluminum. Because of his job, benefits, and union activities, his only daughter (me) earned a university degree, and pursued a fulfilling, professional calling in public education.

Because of the time and the place, my dad’s employment offered benefits neither my mother nor grandmother enjoyed. College, a degree in American History, and a professional  career as a teacher. His union job made my professional path possible.

Of course at the time, I didn’t fully appreciate the price paid for my good life, but that four-year degree opened my eyes. The benefits that shaped my path did not come easily.

Today unions are still vilified by many.  Nonetheless those who suffered and sacrificed built an American economy that still provides a good living for many . Those valiant few must be remembered.

BTW, industrial workers demanded and won the right to honor the Sabbath as a day of worship, not labor. Those of the Jewish faith and Christian established the tradition of weekends, setting aside Saturday and Sunday.

Have a thoughtful Labor Day

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I grew up in a union household. And truth be told, the benefits of the Steel Workers Union saw me through college, making my career in education possible. Through a combination of post-war prosperity, cheap hydro power from the Columbia River, and full industrial production at Kaiser Aluminum, my life took an affirming and enriching path. Of course at the time, I didn’t understand the real cost paid for my good life, until I taught Labor History to high school juniors. What I found in my research was a story of real people enduring violence and intimidation that, in the end, made possible the emergence of America as the world’s greatest economic power.

Labor strikes in the 19th Century were especially bitter, bathed in violence and bloodshed. Operating under the creed of “The Gospel of Wealth,” entitled industrialists viewed workers as a cheap and plentiful commodity, no more than a…

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Already Ready!

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Forty years ago, and I was dressed for the Eagle Farmers Market. The overalls wore out, but “River of January,” and I will still be there!

See you Saturday by the gazebo–9:30am to 2:00pm.

 

Time and Words

We have gained much with instant communication, but have lost the intimate and unique mark of the individual.

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Written records have provided a wealth of information for my book, River of January.  It’s rather interesting that I have carefully read and analyzed these letters composed in ink and soft lead, and they have taken me into vibrant lives, flowing with adventure and color.  So much feeling lives in those envelopes–devotion, pain, fear, reassurance all scribed into hand written correspondence.

A character in the story, Elie Gelaki, a Belgian boy who pines for Helen, produced volumes of letters and postcards.  Just picking up a handful of his letters are vivid proof of his perpetual love.  Helen’s letters to her mother bear updates, stories, and news (and promises of money) filling 4 plastic containers.  I can see that her mother was important to her, just by looking at her blizzard of correspondence.  In the same vein, Chum’s letters to Helen, are steeped in longing, with loving language that…

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La marchande de frites

Since publishing this piece I have had reproductions made as gifts, and framed the original. It’s lovely.

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la marchande de fritesThe time was August, 1932. The place was Monte Carlo. This little gem is a menu from an eatery patronized by Helen and her fellow ballerinas, the “American Beauties.” Though the cover is a print, the interior meal selections were meticulously   penned in an ultraviolet flourish.

Helen collected a dozen or so such menus on her year-long excursion; pocketed from bistro’s, pubs, and cafe’s across Europe.  It is hard to say if management frowned upon this custom, or offered menus willingly for advertising purposes. Regardless, the simple beauty of the artwork and flowing cursive recalls a commitment to elegance and style long since abandoned.

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Gail Chumbley is the author of River of January, a non-fiction memoir.

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I Want My GOP

“We have all been here before,” David Crosby, Deja Vu

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A divided national party . . . voices of extreme rhetoric . . . an ugly, contentious primary season. Does this spell doom for two-party system?

Sounds modern, doesn’t it? But the year was 1860, and the party in question was founded by Thomas Jefferson, and shaped in the image of Andrew Jackson: The antebellum Democratic Party.

On the eve of Civil War, the future of the Union appeared in fatal doubt. Political leaders in the Deep South: South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida had all but washed their hands of the centrally powerful United States. Adding to the precarious atmosphere, a faction of Democrats in the North promoted a policy to permit slavery into the western territories under the principle of Popular Sovereignty, or direct vote. Others voices in the northern branch of the Democratic Party believed the Southern States should depart the Union in peace. And these…

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A New April

Yeah, still holds true. Like and share if you like this post and want to share it.

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Right now, in classrooms across America, and overseas, thousands 17-year-olds are preparing for the AP US History exam. They, and their instructors are obsessed with cause and effect, analyzing, and determining the impact of events on the course of America’s story.  Moreover, they are crazed beyond their usual teen-angst, buried deep in prep books, on-line quizzes, and flashcards. As a recovering AP teacher, myself, I can admit that I was as nuts as my students, my thin lank hair shot upward from constant fussing.

My hair fell out too, embedding in combs and brushes, as I speculated on essay prompts, that one ringer multiple choice question, and wracking my brains for review strategies. The only significance the month of April held was driving intensity, drilling kids on historic dates; Lexington and Concord, the firing on Fort Sumter, the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse, President Wilson’s Declaration of War in 1917, the…

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Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Such a romantic time period.

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She is bent over a small Mercury outboard, hoisting the little motor in and out of the water. Her hair is wrapped in a kerchief, much as it had been when she wired mine sweepers at the Bremerton shipyards during the war. Ailene has a cigarette in her pressed lips, Humphrey Bogart style. Her black and white knit shirt has a small pocket on the left sleeve, over her bicep, and tucked inside is a pack of cigarettes–her brand, Kent. At the end of her day on the lake, my grandmother regularly downed a couple of high balls of Canadian Club, on the rocks.

My life with my grandmother has aided tremendously with the writing of River of January.  and the sequel, The Figure Eight. She, like Helen and Chum held lifetime memberships in the “Greatest Generation,” so her attitudes, word choices, and music preferences shape my thinking while…

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HC Lippiatt and Mr. King

In May, 1940, as British and French troops gathered on the beaches of Dunkirk waiting for a miracle, America remained lulled in complacency. Mont Chumbley, the primary figure in the memoir, “River of January: Figure Eight,” continued his sales flights for Waco Aircraft Company. The war came to the US a year and a half later.

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This is Mont Chumbley’s logbook, recorded in early May, 1940. Two fellow pilots appear in this ledger, inscribed nearly 76 years ago. First, HC Lippiatt of Los Angeles, was best known as the largest aircraft distributor on the West Coast. Lippiatt specialized in Waco airplanes, and that fact frequently brought Waco sales representative, Chumbley to Lippiatt’s Bel Air “Ranch.” Another historic figure was Hollywood director, Henry King, best known for films such as “Twelve O’Clock High,” “The Sun Also Rises,” and “Carousel.” Chum explained that he sold King a Waco plane, and in the transaction the two men became fast friends.

For one week in May of 1940, Chum spent time with both airplane enthusiasts.

Henry King (with Tyrone Power & Patsy Kelly)    The grand “ranch” of HC Lippiatt

The story behind this logbook entry appears in “River of January, The Figure Eight,” part two of the story, out this summer.

Gail Chumbley is the author of River of January, a memoir. Also available on Kindle. River of January: Figure Eight, part two of the story can be found at www.river-of-january.com