On
November 5, 1916 two boatloads of Wobbly
militants approached the dock of
a Washington State lumber town. They were coming to support a bitter strike by another and competing labor
union. For the IWW militants singing on the deck
solidarity with fellow workers was more important than the union card in the overalls or dues button on
a cap.
Before they could tie up,
they were met by a hail of gun fire. At least five were killed—others
fell overboard and were never found—and more than two score
treated for wounds. When the
boats limped back to Seattle, the survivors were arrested and put on trial for murder. It was one of the most celebrated outrages
of a bloody era of open class warfare.
Back
in 1916 the town of Everett in the
heart of Washington state’s timber region was not what you would
call a labor friendly town. The city and
surrounding Snohomish County governments
were firmly in the hands of lumber and
commercial interests determined to keep any kind of unionism out of the woods.
And they meant to enforce their will with special deputies and vigilantes
organized by the Commercial Club. Things had been dangerous for unionists for
some time. On November 5 they turned deadly when two boats of Wobblies tried
to dock for a rally in support of striking AFL Shingle
weavers.
1916
was a panic year and around the
country construction ground to a near halt and with it demand for lumber. Already tense with long-term efforts of both the American Federation of Labor and the more militant Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) to organize in the woods, industry
bosses decided to step up opposition.
The
IWW was especially feared. It had already launched several Free Speech Fights clogging local jails with prisoners for the right to soap box. That soap boxing was an important organizing tool to educate
men and break the power of the job sharks who contracted labor for the remote
lumber camps. Worse, even without formal recognition, IWW job delegates were organizing in the
camps, getting men to lay down their tools after 8 hours, burning vermin infested bedding, and abandoning camps entirely at critical
production times. The union was thus
able to actually enforce working
conditions even where the bosses would not speak to it.
The
AFL, a union representing skilled
craftsmen and ignoring more manual
casual laborers, had been seen, however
reluctantly by some, as a safety
valve to keep workers out of the notorious Red union. In other areas of the state the AFL had been
able to gain recognition.
Not around
Snohomish County. When Shingle Weavers
went out on strike for recognition that summer, they
discovered just how determined authorities were to keep them out. On August 19 a group of strikers were waylaid, ambushed, and trapped on
a railway trestle outside of Everett
and many were beaten severely with clubs, whips, and axe handles.
Relationships were often tense on the official level
between the AFL and IWW. The Seattle based IWW newspaper The
Industrial Worker often derided conservative “business unionism” and poked fun at workers swallowing the boss’s or AFL lines in Mr. Block Cartoon and in song lyrics by Joe Hill. But on the principle of solidarity, there
was no division. IWW leadership and
members determined to come to the aid of the besieged Shingle Weavers.
The
Wobblies tried to open a hall in Everett. Sheriff
Donald McRae, who organized and
led the legal posse and Commercial
Club goons, quickly shut it down. On September 11 IWW organizer James Rowan was seized and taken to the woods where he was sadistically beaten.
Responding to calls in the Industrial
Worker for reinforcements over
the next month or so about 400 Wobs drifted
into town in groups only to
be met by armed violence and driven away.
On
October 30 about 40 harvest stiffs
arrived from the wheat fields in eastern Washington. They were rounded up as they arrived
on freight trains and taken
to a secluded railway crossing. There they were made to run a gauntlet over a cattle crossing grating between lines of club wielding deputies. All were gruesomely injured. A committee
of churchmen investigating the incident soon after reported finding
the men’s skin, hair, and blood still sticking to the grating. Their blistering
report and plea to allow free speech to
resume in Everett helped shift public
opinion. With the advice of the
ministers, the IWW circulated a flyer
in the town calling for a mass protest.
Meanwhile,
the Shingle Weaver strike dragged on. In
Seattle IWW organizers decided it was fruitless
and dangerous for small groups to try and come into town by rail. It was decided to rally hundreds on a Sunday
afternoon, bringing them down from the city on chartered boats for a scheduled rally at a local park.
Between
300 and 400 Wobs rallied at the Seattle hall and marched to the waterfront where they boarded two small steamers, the Verona
carrying the bulk of them and the slower Calista carrying the overflow.
The Verona
was well ahead when it pulled up to
the dock in Everett. The men on board
were singing the IWW version of Hold
the Fort. Most crowed the rail on the dock side, eager to get off.
Sheriff McRae and 200 deputies met them.
Most were on or near the dock. A
few were hidden in a warehouse and others were on board a harbor tug, the Edison.
The Verona managed to come into dock and got
one line looped around a bollard.
Sheriff McRae stepped forward,
pistol in hand and asked,
“Who’s in charge there?” In true Wobbly fashion and in the tradition of Spartacus the men on the boat yelled
back, “We all are!” McRae announced
he was “upholding the law” and
that the men would not be able to land. “The
hell we can’t,” was the unanimous
response.
Seconds
later a first shot was fired. No source was ever identified,
but almost immediately teen age Hugo Gerlot, who had shimmied up a mast to act as a lookout,
fell dead to the deck. Then the whole
line of gunmen on the dock and those in the warehouse and on the Edison unloaded a terrible fusillade.
On board
the Verona, the Wobblies stampeded
to the other side of the ship, causing it to nearly capsize and sending several into the waters Puget Sound where
some drowned. Firing kept up for almost 10 minutes. The pilot
house was later found to be peppered
with more than 177 bullet holes. Captain Chance Wiman only saved himself by crouching behind the ship’s
safe.
After
the ship righted itself from the near capsize, below deck engineer Shellgren frantically and blindly put the engines hard astern. The
line tying the ship to the dock finally snapped
and she was able to pull away. Wiman resumed his place at the wheel, but
deputies using hunting rifles
continued to pepper the retreating boat with sniper fire. The Verona met the lagging Calista and frantically signaled her to turn around.
At
least 5 Wobblies were known dead. But no manifest
was kept and many of the men
had just arrived in Seattle in response to the Industrial Worker calls and were unknown to others on board. Several men had gone overboard and not all were accounted for. Some
scholars of the event believe as many as 12 may actually have died of gunshot
wounds or drown and their bodies either never
recovered or hidden by Everett authorities. 27 would be treated for wounds in
Seattle, and others undoubtedly likely suffered minor wounds untreated by medical personnel.
There
was carnage among the attackers, too. Two men in the warehouse died, shot in the
back by their fellow ambushers in the wild shooting as no
incoming bullet holes were
ever found in the building. Ashore and
on the dock 20, including Sheriff McCrae were injured. Despite claims
that they had been fired upon from the ship, no evidence of that was
ever found. IWW leaders regularly and
routinely discouraged members from carrying guns. Even if a
handful had been armed with concealed
handguns and managed to get off a shot or two, all the wounds were from
long guns. The Sheriff and his men were
the victims of their own crossfire,
especially fire from the Edison.
Despite
this, when the Verona tied up in
Seattle the passengers were arrested. 75 of them would
be charged with murder. IWW leader Thomas H. Tracy was the first to face trial in
the hostile Snohomish County courthouse. The trial
dragged on for two months. Mountains
of testimony and evidence revealed that the shooting was
planned by the posse, that IWW
had either not been shooters or acted in self-defense, and that the deaths and
injuries among the posse members were all “friendly fire.” Tracy was acquitted in May 1917 and publicity
around the case aroused considerable
public sympathy for the IWW. None of
the other members charged were ever brought to trial.
As
for the Shingle Weavers, well their AFL leaders never came to the defense of the IWW members who had died trying to
aid them. They eventually lost their
strike. Many of their former members took out Red Cards.
With
World War I once again ramping up demand for lumber and labor shortages as young men were drafted or enlisted,
the IWW was able to exert greater than ever de facto job control in the region’s lumber
camps. Conditions improved, clean
bedding was provided, plentiful and good quality
food was on the mess table, the eight hour day strictly enforced, and the power
of the job sharks at least temporarily broken. This prevailed until after the war and a new wave of repression in the
infamous Red Scare.
The Everett Massacre is one of several
labor tragedies that occurred in November and which Wobblies annually commemorate
with In November We Remember. The other events include the execution of the
Haymarket martyrs,
Joe Hill’s death by firing squad, the lynching of Frank Little in Butte,
Montana, and the Armistice Day 1919
attack by an American Legion mob
on an IWW hall in Centralia,
Washington and subsequent lynching of Wesley Everest.
On a
personal note, I spoke in Everett on
an IWW soapboxing tour in 1970. Not only was our street meeting allowed
to go on unmolested, but I
was interviewed by the local newspaper and featured in a front page article with a big photo. The young
reporter who conducted the interview said I was the first Wobbly the newspaper had
actually talked to in its long
history. Later in Seattle on that
same trip the old Norwegian lumber
worker Herb Edwards took me to a nursing home and introduced me to one
of the last surviving veterans of
that awful day in 1916.
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