The Everett Massacre: A history of the class struggle in the lumber industrySmith, Walker C.
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The Everett Massacre: A history of the class struggle in the lumber industry
Smith, Walker C.
Industrial Workers of the World; Lumbering -- Washington (State); Lumbermen -- Washington (State)
"There can be but one reason, one answer: We are spending this time in
jail and will go thru the mockery of a trial because the masters of
Everett are trying to shield themselves from the atrocious murders of
Bloody November Fifth.
"After being held in Seattle, convicted without a trial, except such as
was given us by the press carrying the advertising of the boss and
dependent on him for support, on November 10th forty-one of us were
brought to Everett. A few days later thirty more were brought here.
"We found the jail conditions barbarous. There were no mattresses and
only one blanket to keep off the chill of a Puget Sound night in the
cold, unheated steel cells. There were no towels. We were supplied with
laundry soap for toilet purposes, when we could get even that. Workers
confined in lower cells were forced to sleep on the floors. There were
five of them in each cell and in order to keep any semblance of heat in
their bodies they had to sleep all huddled together in all their
clothing.
"The first few days we were in the jail we spent in cleaning it, as it
was reeking with filth and probably had never been cleaned out since it
was built. It was alive with vermin. There were armies of bedbugs and
body lice. We boiled up everything in the jail and it is safe to say
that it is now cleaner than it had ever been before, or ever will be
after the Wobblies are gone.
"When we first came here the lower floor was covered with barrels, boxes
and cases of whiskey and beer. This was moved in a few days, but
evidently not so far but McRae and his deputies had access to it, as
their breath was always charged with the odor of whiskey. It was an
everyday occurrence to have several of the deputies, emboldened by
liquid courage and our defenseless condition--walk around the cell
blocks and indulge in the pastime of calling us vulgar and profane
names. Threats were also very common, but we held our peace and were
content with the thought that 'a barking dog seldom bites.'
"The worst of these deputies are gone since the advent of sheriff
McCullogh, but there are some on the job yet who like their 'tea.' About
two weeks ago every deputy that came into the jail was drunk; some of
them to the extent of staggering.
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