Tuesday, June 23, 2026

It Was an Equal Opportunity Mississippi Lynching—Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner

                      

 Norman Rockwell, the beloved painter and illustrator of a pleasant America, was deeply moved by the Civil Rights movement and shocked the nation with his depiction of the murder of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner.  

June 21 was the anniversary of an important and tragic event in the struggle for social justice in America—the murder of three young civil rights workers in Mississippi in the summer of 1964.  Their story reminds us that before young white people took to the streets in unprecedented numbers in support of the Black Lives Matter movement and in protest to the police killings of George Floyd and other African-Americans and People of Color, an earlier generation put their lives on the line in the segregationist South where the Ku Klux Klan still terrorized with near impunity. 

They were fewer in number than the young BLM activists who took to the streets in every corner of the country including small towns and white suburbs where they were totally unexpected.  The Freedom Riders and voting rights activists of the ‘60s came mostly from Northern university enclaves and were often red blanket babies and frequently Jewish.   My own best friend from high school, Jon Gordon, went down in the summer of 1967 and thankfully returned safely.  I wished then that I had gone with him instead of spending the summer washing dishes at a Skokie Howard Johnsons.

Many of us of a certain age still have vivid snowy black and white TV images stuck in our heads keeping alive the memory of the murders of those three young civil rights activists in the Freedom Summer of 1964.  

 

Andrew Goodman, James Chaney, and Michael Schwerner. 

It still made news 52 years later in 2016 when Mississippi Attorney General Jim Hood announced an end to the active Federal and State investigations into the 1964 killings of James Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael Schwerner in Mississippi.  The announcement came just days after the death of Judge Marcus D. Gordon, who oversaw the 2005 murder trial at which Edgar Ray Killen, a Ku Klux Klansman and Baptist preacher who was believed to be the prime mastermind of the crime was finally convicted.  Hood told reporters: 

The FBI, my office and other law enforcement agencies have spent decades chasing leads, searching for evidence and fighting for justice for the three young men who were senselessly murdered...It has been a thorough and complete investigation. I am convinced that during the last 52 years, investigators have done everything possible under the law to find those responsible and hold them accountable; however, We have determined that there is no likelihood of any additional convictions. Absent any new information presented to the FBI or my office, this case will be closed.

The news came as no surprise to any of the victims’ families.  After so many years most, if not all of the others involved in the crime are likely dead—Killen turned 91 in prison—as are almost any witnesses.  The likelihood that new physical evidence may show up has diminished to the vanishing point.

The case was kept alive in the press and public awareness due to the diligent work of the Andrew Goodman Foundation which encourages young people of all religious backgrounds to be engaged in social justice work and continues to campaign for the preservation and extension of voting rights which are under pressure from a wave of suppression laws enacted across the Old South and states with Republican governors and Legislatures Andrew Goodman’s brother, David is the effective public face of the foundation.

Then there was the troubling role of FBI informants within the Klan.  Although J. Edgar Hoover planted spies in both the civil rights camp and in various Klan groups and White Citizens Councils, he was clearly more fixated on discrediting the Civil Rights Movement, particularly its charismatic leaders like the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., than he was with White terrorists.  He was also loath to disclose how deeply his informants were involved in several high-profile cases, including the murders of the Rev. James Reeb and Viola Liuzzo during the Selma Campaign—so deeply they may have been directly complicit in brutal crimes.

 

The film Mississippi Burning starring Gene Hackman and Willem DaFoe as the lead FBI investigators on the case started a trend in films about the Civil Rights movement that put white heroes at the center of Black stories. 

1988’s award winning Mississippi Burning told the brutal tale of entrenched Southern racism.  It starred Gene Hackman and Willem Dafoe as a pair of FBI agents who diligently and doggedly investigated the crime.  Widely praised at the time of its release, the film set a pattern for other movies about the Civil Rights era which always centered on white heroes relegating Black victims and civil rights workers alike to secondary roles in their own stories.  And the irony of the FBI as heroes was not lost on many who lived through those times.

By the summer of 1964 the Civil Rights movement had matured.  The non-violent civil disobedience campaigns of the Southern Christian Leadership Council (SCLC), Congress of Racial Equality (CORE), Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), and other groups had won some local victories and the near passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which had cleared a 57 day long Senate Filibuster just two days before the murders.  But progress was painfully slow and everywhere bitterly resisted, often with violence.  The Movement was experiencing internal stresses due to tactical differences, jealousies, and rivalries between groups and leaders, and the early stages of restiveness among younger militants over the limitations of non-violence in the face of increasingly brutal attacks.

CORE was gaining a reputation for both a more confrontational approach than Dr. King’s SCLC and for going into the heart of the Black Belt to work in small towns and rural communities with long-term organizing projects.  It declared that summer to be Freedom Summer and publicly vowed to bring up to 30,000 volunteers into Mississippi to set up Freedom Schools and conduct voter registration drives.  Although that number was wildly exaggerated, it got the attention of Whites, many of whom flocked to join the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, a splinter group founded and led by Samuel Bowers which had a reputation of being much more aggressive than older Klan organizations.  It was also very active in recruiting among local law enforcement officers.

Andrew Goodman was a 20 year old New York student and activist from a Red Blanket secular Jewish background.  Michael Schwerner was a 24-year-old from a comfortable suburban background who graduated from Cornel University and was in graduate school at Columbia University.  Like Goodman he came from a Jewish family.  His classmate and friend at Columbia, the diminutive Robert Reich, later a Secretary of Labor and now a progressive social media star, remembered him as a “Gentle giant” who protected him from campus bullies.  Both Goodman and Schwerner became involved with CORE while in school and eagerly signed up to join the volunteers heading to Mississippi for the Freedom Summer.

 

 Student volunteers for COREs Freedom Summer voter registration project in Mississippi join hands and sing as the prepare to head south.

Once in state they were teamed with James Chaney, a 21 year old working class Black man from Meridian, Mississippi who was already a Civil Rights veteran.  Two years earlier in 1962 he had and endured the attacks on the Freedom Riders on interstate busses.  He had joined CORE and was already experienced in organizing voter registration drives in his hometown.  Of the three young men Chaney was the only one remotely aware of how dangerous their work would be.

Chaney and Schwerner were assigned to organize Freedom School in Neshoba County to prepare local Blacks to pass the tough comprehension and literacy tests required by the state.  These tests were a huge hurdle to voting and even answering every question correctly did not guarantee that it would be correctly marked.   Many would-be voters had to take the test repeatedly.  Part of the training at the school was in how to behave when turned down to prevent immediate arrest for causing a disturbance.  

 

The ruins of the Mt. Zion Methodist Church in Longdale, Mississippi where  James Chaney and Mickey Schwerner spoke on Memorial Day.  

The pair kicked off their organizing attempt with speeches at Mount Zion Methodist Church in Longdale, Mississippi Local members of the White Knights of the Klan immediately got word of the effort and began monitoring the pair’s travels and activities.  They also wanted to attract more CORE volunteers to the area with the intent of targeting them.   They burned the Mount Zion Church knowing that CORE would respond.  It did and Goodman soon joined the other two.

Early on June 21the trio met in the Meridian offices of CORE’s ally in the Freedom Summer project, the Council of Federated Organizations (COFO) to investigate the Mount Zion arson.  Schwerner told the staff to start searching for them if they were not back by 4 p.m.   After visiting Longdale they began the return to Meridian on State Rt. 16 to the county seat at Philadelphia where they planned to pick up Rt. 19 back to their base. 

Just inside the Philadelphia city limits they experienced a flat tire, probably the result of sabotage to the vehicle or sharp objects strewn it its path.  As the car limped down the road they were almost immediately pulled over by Deputy Sheriff Cecil Ray Price who apparently had been following them.   Price radioed Harry Wiggs and E. R. Poe of the Mississippi Highway Patrol for assistance.  Chaney, the driver was arrested on the impossible charge of speeding over 65 MPH.  The other two were held for investigation.  All were taken to the Neshoba County Jail on Myrtle Street and held incommunicado. 

By 4:45 alarmed staffers began calling authorities, including the Highway Patrol, in search of information on their whereabouts.  They were given no information.

Still prevented from making a phone call, all three were released at 10 that night.   They were followed by Deputy Price as they headed south on Rt. 19.  A Highway Patrol car sitting conspicuously outside Pilgrims Store dissuaded them from trying to stop and use the phone.  Meanwhile a mob of White Knights gathered in two cars drinking and arguing who would have the privilege of killing the men who were now literally fleeing for their lives. Philadelphia Police Officer Burkes told the men in the cars where to find the trio with instruction to “go get them.”

One of the two cars broke down and six of the men jammed into Horace D. Barnettes ’57 Ford Fairlane for the pursuit.  Meanwhile Deputy Price stopped the CORE station wagon which had turned west on State Rt. 492 in an attempt to elude any pursuers.  He turned the men around and moved them back on Rt. 19 to Philadelphia, strait into path of the oncoming lynchers.  The police cruiser and Fairlane boxed in the station wagon and steered it onto nearly deserted Rock Cut Road where they stopped at a secluded intersection with another County Highway.  The three Civil Rights workers were dragged from their car.

Alton W. Roberts, 26, a dishonorably discharged U.S. Marine who worked as a salesman in Meridian shot both Goodman and Schwerner at point blank range after asking Schwerner, “Are you that Nigger lover.”  Chaney was singled out for a beating and then shot in the stomach by James Jordan and then finished off with another shot to the head by Roberts.

After the murders the bodies were loaded into their station wagon which was driven by prior arrangement to Old Jolly Farm owned by Olen L. Burrage southwest of Philadelphia and placed on a red clay dam on the property.  Herman Tucker, a heavy machinery operator, was at the dam waiting for the lynch mob’s arrival with his bulldozer, which he used to cover the bodies. 

Goodman was apparently not yet dead when he was covered.  When his body was finally recovered red clay was found in his lungs and clenched hands.

After the job was done Deputy Price told the men:

Well, boys, you’ve done a good job. You’ve struck a blow for the white man. Mississippi can be proud of you. You’ve let those agitating outsiders know where this state stands. Go home now and forget it. But before you go, I’m looking each one of you in the eye and telling you this: “The first man who talks is dead! If anybody who knows anything about this ever opens his mouth to any outsider about it, then the rest of us are going to kill him just as dead as we killed those three sonofbitches tonight. Does everybody understand what I’m saying. The man who talks is dead, dead, dead!

 

 The burnt out station wagon used by the Civil Rights Workers was quickly discovered confirming the worst fears for their fate.

Tucker was assigned to dispose of the CORE station wagon by driving it to Alabama.  Instead. he ditched it near a river along Highway 21 in northeast Neshoba County and set it ablaze.  That proved to be a fatal mistake.  After the Meridian COFO office, the initial target of an FBI surveillance team already stationed in town, reported its three volunteers missing, J. Edgar Hoover reluctantly moved to begin a search.  He was acting under pressure from Attorney General Robert Kennedy who also ordered 150 additional agents from New Orleans to the scene.  The burnt-out station wagon was accidently discovered the next day by two Native Americans who reported it to the Meridian Agent in charge, John Proctor Kennedy then ordered hundreds of sailors from the Naval Air Station Meridian to search the swamps of Bogue Chitto for the bodies.  Top Special Agent Joseph Sullivan was brought in from Memphis to lead the investigation.  Proctor and Sullivan were the models for the fictional FBI agents in Mississippi Burning.

That search turned up unexpected results.  The bodies of college student Charles Eddie Moore and a sawmill worker from Franklin County, Mississippi were found badly decomposed in a river chained to a Jeep motor.  Although neither 19-year-old Black men was known to be involved in Civil Rights work, they were picked up while hitch hiking in May on suspicion, beaten, tortured, and interrogated before being dropped into the river alive.  The bodies of five other recently murdered young black men from rural towns in the area who were never reported missing were also turned up.  It was grizzly evidence of a well-oiled and active night riding operation.

Acting on a tip from a mysterious Mr. X the FBI dispatched searchers to Burrage’s farm where the bodies were discovered 44 days after their abduction and murder.  The case unraveled from there.

 

Outrage over the murders help secure passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.  Lyndon Johnson presents Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr with a ceremonial pen following a signing ceremony at the White House. 

National outrage about the murder of the idealistic young Northern volunteers was used by President Lyndon Johnson to leverage final passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act on July 2.  As many noted even at the time, the death of their Black comrade Chaney alone would hardly have caused a ripple in Congress.  The case along with the deaths of White volunteers Rev. James Reeb and Viola Liuzzo during the Selma Campaign the next year was also credited with the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

You may have noted the great and specific detail known about exactly how the murders were committed and by whom.  Exactly how do we know so much?  Good question.  Although the FBI may not have had informants within the inner circle of those who plotted and planned the murder as well as the lynch mob that carried it out—although some historians believe that at least one of the men may have been a deep cover informant never revealed by the Feds because he was actively involved in the killings—there were informants in the wider White Knights of the Klan organization.  Take Mr. X.  Forty years after the fact he was identified as Mississippi State Trooper and Klan member Maynard King who was enlisted as an informant by Agent Sullivan.

Other informants were on hand on for instance on June 7 when White Knights Imperial Wizard Bowers told a secret rally:

This summer the enemy [CORE] will launch his final push for victory in Mississippi…there must be a secondary group of our members, standing back from the main area of conflict, armed and ready to move. It must be an extremely swift, extremely violent, hit-and-run group.

So, the FBI was aware that a serious and violent plot against Freedom Summer volunteers was afoot weeks before the murders.  After the fact other informants associated with the Klan but never identified by Federal agents passed bits and pieces of information they picked up from the loose lips of participants or second hand from others.

In late November 1964 the FBI accused 21 men of conspiracy to injure, oppress, threaten, and intimidate Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner.  Most of the suspects were arrested by the FBI on December 4, 1964.  Mississippi officials declined to prosecute any of the men for murder so Assistant Attorney General John Doar led a star-crossed Federal prosecution for conspiring to deprive the three activists of their civil rights.  18 men including Sherriff Rainey and Deputy Price were originally indicted.  Travis M. Barnette, owner of a Meridian garage where much of the planning was done, and James Jordan who was the first to shoot Chaney both confessed and testified at upcoming trials.  Jordan’s testimony was particularly damming.

 

The faces of evil--members of the lynch mob who carried out the murders: Top Row, L-R: Deputy Cecil R. Price, Travis M. Barnette, Alton W. Roberts, Jimmy K. Arledge, Jimmy Snowden. Bottom Row, L-R: Jerry M. Sharpe, Billy W. Posey, Jimmy L. Townsend, Horace D. Barnette, and James Jordan who confessed and testified against the others. 

Despite strong evidence, the case hit snag after snag.  After several false starts and bringing the case back to a Grand Jury once, the U.S. v. Cecil Price et. al. came to trial on October 7, 1967 in the Meridian with Federal Judge William Cox, an ardent segregationist, presiding.  An all-White jury included one admitted former Ku Klux Klan member.  When the jury deadlocked despite overwhelming evidence, Cox admonished them with an Allen charge for the minority to reconsider its judgement. 

On October 20 Cecil Price, Imperial Wizard Bowers, Alton Wayne Roberts, Jimmy Snowden, Billey Wayne Posey, Horace Barnett, and Jimmy Arledge were convicted and sentenced to between 3 to 10 years.  After losing their appeal they all went to prison, but no one served more than six years.  They were the first White men convicted of a fatal crime against civil rights workers.  The cases of E. G. Barnett, a candidate for Sheriff, and preacher Edgar Ray Killen, believed to be the principal mastermind of the plot ended in a hung jury.  Prosecutors declined to re-try them.  No charges were brought against several other men known to be involved in the wide-spread plot.

 

Edgar Ray Killen, mastermind of the plot was finally convicted of the three murder in a Mississippi court in 2005. 

After years of investigation by intrepid journalist Jerry Mitchell of the Jackson Clarian-Ledger and the work of high school teacher Barry Bradford at Stevenson High School in Lincolnshire, Illinois and three of his students, Allison Nichols, Sarah Siegel, and Brittany Saltiel who produced a documentary film on the case and helped uncover new evidence, Mississippi prosecutors were finally pressed into bring murder charges against Killen.  At age 80 he was convicted and sentenced to three consecutive 20-year terms in 2005.  He died in prison on January 11, 2018, six days before his 93rd birthday.

 

Monday, June 22, 2026

A Real Circus Train Wreck Inspired DeMille's Screen Extravaganza

Cecil B. DeMille's 1953 The Greatest Show on Earth was a huge hit and helped save Hollywood as television was keeping people home.  In gratitude the film won the Oscar for Best picture over such certified classics as High Noon, Moulon Rouge, and The Quiet Man.

Old time movie buffs like me are sure to remember the glitzy, gaudy, gauche 1952 Cecil B. DeMille flick The Greatest Show on Earth.  The veteran director put aside his sandal and sand Biblical epics to use the Ringling Bros, Barnum & Bailey Circus as the backdrop for a somewhat turgid melodrama.  The film was a box office sensation at the time the movies were losing a battle for viewers to the infant medium of television.  Impressed, Motion Picture Academy voters picked it as Best Picture over far better films including High Noon, Moulon Rouge, and The Quiet Man, each of which is a certified classic.

The climatic scenes from the movie are a spectacular and gut-wrenching circus train wreck and its grizzly aftermath.  In the film a jealous animal trainer and a sideshow operator fired for running crooked games with ties to a shady character with a financial interest in seeing the circus fail, throw a switch leading the circus train to ram a stopped freight.  

In the melodramatic climax of the film beloved clown Buttons--James Stewart--exposes his true identity as a doctor on the lam for the mercy killing of his wife to save circus boss Brad--Charlton Heston--who is being cradled by trapeze artist Holly--Betty Hutton--after a gut-wrenching train wreck.

The film’s plot threads are all neatly tied up in the wreckage as the beloved never-seen-without-his-make-up Buttons the Clown (James Stewart) reveals his true identity as doctor on the lam wanted for the mercy killing of his wife when he saves the life of the rugged and driven circus boss Brad (DeMille favorite Charlton Heston).  Brad’s rival for trapeze artist Holly (Betty Hutton) The Great Sebastian (Cornell Wilde) bitterly nursing an injury that threatens to end his career in the center ring, nobly contributes his blood to help save Brad.  Holly realizes that it was always Brad she loved, not her erstwhile rival Sebastian, and steps into his role as hardnosed boss to save the circus.  She leads the battered and bloodied troupe into the nearest town at the head of the circus parade while singing the title song and sets up the show for an outside performance.

The movie was the first film that Steven Spielberg saw in a theater and triggered his lifelong passion for the movies.  The train wreck scene in particular inspired his first teen age film efforts and helped inspire his 2011 film Super 8.

What people don’t necessarily know is that DeMille’s circus train wreck was inspired by a true incident, one of the deadliest rail disasters in American history.

The Hagenbeck-Wallace Circus promoted its shows with posters celebrating its show train.  Unloading the train and a parade to the grounds where the Big Top would be erected were big opportunities to promote the show.

Shortly before dawn on June 22, 1918 a Michigan Central Railroad troop train pulling 20 empty Pullman cars was closely following a slower moving train carrying the cast, crew, animals, and equipment of the Hagenbeck-Wallace Circus, then the second largest traveling show in the country.  Alonzo Sargent, a veteran engineer with sixteen years at the throttle and a spotless record, was at the controls of the deadheading train.

Sargent had been called in for this run at the last minute and had hardly slept in 21 hours.  He knew he was following the slow circus train and had taken care to note signals at several crossings and switch points.  He figured he was two miles or more behind the other train.  But up ahead at the Ivanhoe Interlocking crossing 5½ miles east of Hammond, Indiana the circus train had come to a stop to attend a hot box on a flat car.  The exhausted Sargent momentarily nodded out at the controls of his locomotive.  When he jerked himself awake, he could see the red lights of the circus train’s caboose just ahead.  While snoozing he had blown through three signals and the warning flares put out by the proceeding train.

According to his own testimony before an investigating commission:

I awoke suddenly and saw the tail or marker lights showing red on a train directly ahead of me. Not realizing that the rear end of this train was so close. I started to make a service application, but before completing it placed brake-valve handle into emergency position. We struck almost instantly after making the brake application. Don't know whether I closed the throttle or not, but think I did.

Rescuers and survivors pick through the smoldering rubble of the circus train accident.

Still moving at an estimated 35 miles an hour the engine plowed through the caboose and the four ancient wooden passenger cars at the rear.  The cars were jammed with sleeping roustabouts and performers.  Most of the 86 dead were killed instantly, but some were trapped in the wreckage which immediately caught fire from the smashed oil lamps used to illuminate the old cars.  The were 126 severely injured, many of them badly burned, among the estimated 400 circus people and train crew in the four cars and caboose.  To his credit, Sargent, who survived the wreck with minor injuries, leapt from his cab and immediately began trying to pull survivors from the wreckage, working frantically for the next two hours.

Arthur, Joe and Max Dierickx during their heyday with the Hagenbeck-Wallace Circus before the train wreck that killed Arthur and Max.

Although most of the circus stars were resting in Pullman cars forward, the dead were known to include  Arthur Dierckx and Max Nietzborn of the Great Dierckx Brothers strongman act and Jennie Ward Todd of The Flying Wards.  Most of the victims were burned beyond recognition.

Just months before the wreck the wreck the Showmen’s League of America, a fraternal benefits society formed by William F. “Buffalo Bill” Cody in 1913, purchased a large plot in Woodlawn Cemetery at the intersection of Cermak Road and Des Plaines Avenue in Forest Park, Illinois for its members.  Five days after the accident the remains of 59 to 61 of the victims were buried in a mass grave.  Markers note unidentified male or female. As was typical of circus folks even when the dead were identified by survivors their real names were often unknown.  So, there are markers for Smiley, Baldy, 4 Horse Driver, and others.  

Most of the victims of the train wreck were buried in mass grave at Showmen's Rest at Woodlawn Cemetery near Chicago.  Individual markers were erected--most noting unknown male or female since bodies were burned beyond recognition.

Today the area known as Showmens Rest is guarded by five large elephant statues.  There is a gathering every Memorial Day to remember the dead of the train wreck and the many circus and carnival people who continue to be buried there.  

                                            The Showmen's Rest memorial elephant statue surrounded by markers of the train wreck victims.

Meanwhile the shattered Hagenbeck-Wallace show struggled in the spirit of the show must go on later celebrated in DeMille’s film, to resume operations.  In a show of solidarity rivals, including the biggest of them all, the Ringling show, lent equipment, animals and performers to the company.  The circus only missed two dates in Hammond and Monroe, Wisconsin and was able to finish out the season’s tour.

The circus was bought and sold several time after that consolidating with other shows.  It finally succumbed to the Great Depression, folding its tents for the last time in 1938 as the Hagenbeck-Wallace & Forepaugh-Sells Bros. Circus. 

The former home base of the show in Peru, Indiana is now the International Circus Hall of Fame.

The Federal investigation of the accident put the blame a squarely on the shoulders of engineer Sargent.  But the report noted that the flimsy, obsolete wooden passenger cars and their oil lamps contributed significantly to the death toll.  After that the old cars were rapidly taken out of service across the country and replaced by modern steel safety cars illuminated and heated by electricity.

Sunday, June 21, 2026

Father's Day/Summer Solstice Congruence with Murfin Verse

 


The Green Man, pagan ruler of Midsummer.
It's Father’s Day, a minor American demi-holiday and Summer Solstice, an astronomical phenomenon with mythic trappings. Such calendar coincidences move me to the commission of poetry like a prune juice and X-Lax smoothie facilitates an explosive bowl movement.  Depending on your outlook the results may be equally as messy and disgusting. 
Some ancient peoples marked the Solstice with such astonishing precision involving monoliths, mounds, and monuments that it has enabled a basic cable cottage industry of pseudo-science documentaries speculating about aliens.  But for many others, the precise date was hard to pin down.  Changes to the length of day were too subtle to be measured precisely.  Instead, they spread out the celebration over a cluster of days under various names.  Modern Pagans, who have made up a lot of stuff to fill in the gaps of what is known call those days Litha after and old Anglo-Saxon name for a summer month.  Taken together the various pre-Christian celebrations are often lumped together as Midsummer, as good a name as any.

                                        The Old Man as Greenman ready to sprout oakleaves and acorns with minion.
Was Father’s day, at least subconsciously set in spitting distance of Midsummer if not on the precise day?  No, but there are those who say that there is no such thing as pure coincidence.  Call it kismet or serendipity, it was enough to set my head spinning and impel my fingers on the keyboard.


My father, W. M. Murfin in Cheyenne, 1959.
 
Summer Solstice/Father’s Day
June 21, 2015

Perhaps, after all, I am the Green Man,
            and my Father before me
                        who took to the woods with rod and rifle
            and his father before him
                        who grew strawberries by the porch
            and the fathers before  him
                        who were orchard men in Ohio
            and back to those earlier yet
                        who pulled stones from Cornish fields
                        for their masters.

Save the complexion, I look the part enough
            With shaggy goatee, wild eyebrows,
                        and neglected hair which could sprout
                        oak and ivy.

But my wild forest years are well behind me,
            I plant nothing but my feet on the sidewalk
                        and my butt in a desk chair,
            I raise nothing but questions, concerns,
                        and indignation,
            my fertility was snipped away
                        long decades past
            my virility—don’t make me laugh,
                        no Goddess  awaits in a glade
                        under the triumphant Sun.

Perhaps I am not the Green Man after all
            just an old fool and fraud,
            but, hey, isn’t that all that is needed
            to be just Dad instead.

—Patrick Murfin

Saturday, June 20, 2026

When the Old Man Picked 7 Books in 7 Days That Changed His Life

Note:  Eight years ago, on the suggestion of old Shimer College pal Sammie Moshenberg I undertook the Facebook challenge of Seven Books in Seven Days.  It took me more than seven days, but I got it done.  Because my half-assed literary tastes may be of some limited wider interest or the subject of bemused bewilderment, I am including lightly edited versions of all seven posts here.

I was not exactly sure what the rules are for Seven Books in Seven Days—favorite books? Most influential? Fiction only? Anyway, I decided yes to all of those questions. 

The book covers shown are from the paperback editions in which I first read them.


Day 1—Thomas Wolfes Look Homeward Angel bit me while I was in high school. I was gobsmacked by the sheer power of the language: 

. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.

I decided then and there to be a writer. This is the big, fat Bantam Books paperback edition that put a real strain on the back pocket of my pants.

 


Day 2:  Ernest Hemmingway is deeply unfashionable these days among progressives and especially feminists. Mostly based on the macho image he cultivated later in life, he is filed under chauvinist pig and if you admit to liking him your cultural stock drops like shares in Trump University. But for me, the power of the simple declarative sentence I found in The Sun Also Rises was a much-needed antidote to the florid temptations of my first pick, Look Homeward Angel.  Papa would go on to write better books, and books much more nuanced than his reputation, but this is the one that first hooked me, even though when I first read it I was too young and stupid to figure out just what the hell Jakes problem was.

Day 3:  When I was fresh out of college and living in Chicago I was reading science fiction almost exclusively except radical stuff, mostly labor history and anarchist related. Both of those reading obsessions were rewarded in Ursula K. LeGuins masterwork of speculative fiction The Dispossessed about an almost utopia on a planet based on the ideas of nonviolent anarchist writers such as Peter Kropotkin and Paul Goodman. It was also a frankly feminist vision in stark contrast to the vigorously macho—and often authoritarian—SciFi offered by many of the top writers in the field. The society was built on the writings and ideas of the crone Odo—an Emma Goldman-like personage. LeGuin called it “an ambiguous utopia” because unlike other anarchist writers she did not believe that either human or societal perfection was possible. Not only was the book unusually thought provoking, but LeGuin was a literary stylist of the first order and prized complex characters over moving a plot line to a predictable conclusion.

Day 4:  Not sure of the original parameters of this exercise, I decided to limit my list to fiction. So how did Edgar Lee Masters Spoon River Anthology—notoriously a book of poetry—get included?  It’s my opinion that if it was newly published today that it could be hyped as a cutting edge novel in verse. The large cast of characters—the dead of all ages, both sexes, all social classes spanning generations each speaking from their graves in the Southern Illinois village cemetery. Their lives intersect in interesting and often startling ways and weave a narrative of the life of the town over decades. Masters was anything but sentimental for the backwater village he grew up in. He was clear eyed, sliding to cynical—the true son of the Village Free Thinker who was a scandal to the “good folks.” If you ever harbored delusions of fantasy small town America fostered by Disney and even by adept writers like Booth Tarkington or Thornton Wilder in Our Town, this is just the book to bury those. A great read every time I pick it up.

Day 5:  1919 is actually the second book of John Dos Passos’s massive USA Trilogy, one of the great achievements of 20th Century American Literature. It stands for the whole master work. Not only are these books historically significant, but they are also endlessly inventive and hugely influential on future writers like John Steinbeck, Jean Paul Sartre, and E. L. Doctorow. Dos Passos follows the disparate but sometimes intersecting lives of a dozen major and several minor characters of widely varying social class and prospects and both sexes through the first quarter of the 20th Century. Even these fragmented narratives are broken up by three separate intervening devices—the famous Newsreels which capture reporting of historical events contemporaneous to the stories, mini-biographies of major figures like Woodrow Wilson and Henry Ford, and The Camera Eye which were stream of consciousness autobiographical riffs on the author’s own development and relationship to his times. These are big, thick, important books, but don’t be discouraged from tackling them. Dos Passos took a radical lurch to the far right evident in his post-World War II work including Midcentury and that has deeply tarnished his reputation and legacy. Whatever anti-Communist hysteria and libertarian delusions he adopted late in life, the power of these social narratives written and published in the early 1930s can’t be denied.

 

Day Six:  If you have been following this exercise you probably have noted my predilections and will not be surprised to see something by John Steinbeck here. You may be surprised by the choice. The Moon is Down is one of his least well-known works. It is a slender novel based on his own wartime play which also became a 1943 film starring Cedric Hardwick, Henry Travers, Lee J. Cobb, and Clair Trevor. It tells the tale of a small Norwegian village and the quiet resistance that mystifies and thwarts its German occupiers. The German officer in charge is not the usual war-time caricature of a demonic, sadistic Nazi. He seems largely a-political, a just-doing-his-job professional who even seems to strive to be humane and reasonable. But like the nice young men who serve under him he is the agent of a vast evil and inexorably compelled to ruthlessly serve it. The book deeply moved and impressed me when I stumbled upon it by accident. Not long after that Steinbeck returned from a Defense Department-sponsored trip to Vietnam. On return, he announced, “I am a hawk, not a pigeon” and heartily endorsed the war. It was quite a propaganda coup for the Johnson administration which was being criticized by numerous writers, artists, and intellectuals. I somehow found Steinbeck’s home address and sent him a telegram—some of you may remember those—that simply quoted a line from the book—a “The flies have captured the fly paper.”


Day 7 If you have been following this series, you can tell that my picks tend toward major and serious American novelists of the 20th Century. I could continue on that vein, but I also have always loved a great funny book.  And the funniest laugh-out-loud book I have ever read was The Mouse that Roared, the 1955 Cold War satire by Irish-American writer Leonard Wimberly.

The story was laid in the mythical micro-state of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick nestled in a forgotten corner between France and Switzerland that by an accident of history was established by English knights and remains English speaking. In fact, it astonishingly mirrors post-war British society with a tiny Parliament dominated by a stuffy Tory Prime Minister with a Labor opposition leader in heavy tweeds with a working class chip on his shoulder, all ruled benignly by a young Duchess. The agrarian economy depends on production of a coveted wine but is nearly destroyed when a California winery produces an inexpensive knock-off. To save the country from ruin, the Prime Minister decides to declare war on the United States, lose, and wait for scads of money that America gave to its former foes under the Marshal Plan. The State Department promptly loses or ignores the official declaration of war, and it is decided that the Duchy must actually launch an attack on the superpower. The befuddled Forester is made Field Marshall and dispatched on a rented tub with a force of three Men at Arms and a dozen Yeomen armed with English long bows all decked out in chain mail and tin hats to invade the USA. Tully, the commander, does not understand that he is supposed to lose the war. When they land in New York City, they find the streets deserted as the city undergoes a mass civil defense drill. After wandering around they stumble upon the laboratory of an absent-minded professor and his creation—the Q Bomb, a new super powerful doomsday weapon that makes the H-bomb look like a firecracker. They return home with the professor and the bomb as victors and suddenly Grand Fenwick is the most powerful nation on Earth.

The book was made into a popular film with Peter Sellers playing multiple parts including the Prime Minister, Opposition leader, the Duchess and Tully Bascom.  I picked the book up again by chance a couple of years ago and it is still both hilarious and has some pointed lessons about the Cold War and international Real Politic.