Overview
Almost any Alabamian, white or black, unsophisticated or meagerly educated, can name one man who was a justice of the United States Supreme Court. That name may be spoken with praise or, more often, profanity, but Hugo La Fayette Black, who left Alabama for Washington in 1927, remained a presence of major, almost legendary, proportions in his native state of Alabama. He was an associate justice of the Supreme Court for so many years that most Alabamians were vague as to what he did before and how he got the job. But any gray-haired man of seventy or eighty on Twentieth Street in Birmingham will tell you quickly enough that Hugo Black, beginning in the now-dim era of the Coolidge administration,. was once United States senator.
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| ISBN-13: | 9780817388591 |
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| Publisher: | University of Alabama Press |
| Publication date: | 09/25/2014 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 344 |
| Lexile: | 1490L (what's this?) |
| File size: | 5 MB |
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Hugo Black
The Alabama Years
By Virginia Van der Veer Hamilton
The University of Alabama Press
Copyright © 1972 Virginia Van der Veer HamiltonAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8173-8859-1
CHAPTER 1
Son of Clay County
February in northeastern Alabama is harsh and gloomy, the dourest month of the year, filled with a succession of rainy days that chill body and spirit. The land is rarely transformed by snow, and its thin topsoil trickles downhill in red-orange rivulets, born of the rain's constant onslaught. Pines on the hillsides and a few cedars, adorning graveyards and front lawns, cling tenaciously to shreds of green foliage; oaks, sweetgum, beech, poplar, and elm are stripped bare.
On such a February day in 1886, a little procession of buggies and wagons crossed Enitachopco Creek in rural Clay County and wound upward along a rutted chert road to a clearing on a hill. William La Fayette and Martha Ardellah Toland Black were bringing the body of their seventh child, Della, born just two years earlier, to the Toland family burying ground in Mount Ararat Cemetery.
Below this high, remote graveyard lay wooded fastnesses and Appalachian foothills where Muscogees had roamed and hunted until white men, early in the nineteenth century, settled the fertile valleys on all sides of their domain. The creek which rustled below Mount Ararat Cemetery was named for the Aunettechapco village once nestled on its banks, but white interlopers, finding the Indian lexicon more confusing than musical, called all these tribes simply "Creeks."
Because their mountainous realm was poorly suited for cotton, the Creeks were the last Indians to be evicted from Alabama. Their resistance was also the fiercest, broken finally by the great white warrior Andrew Jackson, who trapped the Creeks in Horseshoe Bend on the Tallapoosa River in March, 1814, and broke their fighting spirit. Twenty years later the Creeks yielded at last to the relentless white settlers, ceded their ancient hunting grounds in March, 1832, and prepared to set forth on the long trail west.
One of the many Scotch-Irish pioneers who hastened from Georgia to claim the newly opened land was George Walker Black, paternal grandfather of the child in the burial box, who had set himself up as a storekeeper and farmer in the hamlet of Crossville. Too poor to own slaves, the Georgians took up axes and attacked the forest, wrestled stumps from virgin fields, and hitched mules to wooden plowstocks to carve furrows for corn, cotton, wheat, oats, and sorghum. Their small clearings could be seen from the cemetery, landmarks in a gently rolling sea of trees which white men, in half a century, had only begun to decimate.
On the windy hilltop, graveside rites for Della Black must have been brief. Her mother, heavy with the weight of another child, should not be out long in such weather. Wagons and buggies wound down the hillside and back toward the little crossroads called Harlan, made up of "Fayette" Black's general store, his house, and two tenant cabins. Harlan lay deep within an Alabama county created in 1866 and named, somewhat wistfully, for the Whig pacificator Henry Clay, who had sought so long to prevent the great holocaust of civil war. Fayette Black had run away at fourteen to join the Confederate forces, and Jud Street, Martha's uncle, had marched into Yankee gunfire at Gettysburg.
As Fayette Black's family grew, he had added four small bedrooms to his one-room log cabin and also a kitchen, connected to the rest of the house by an uncovered walkway of wooden planks. Clapboards, made from trees cut on his land, concealed the original log cabin. Supported by rock pillars, the house stood a few feet above ground; underneath, chickens, cats, dogs, and pigs might wander or doze. An outdoor privy and a barn completed the necessities of life for Fayette and Martha Black and their six remaining children.
Against the rain and raw winds of February, the family depended for warmth upon a rock-chimneyed fireplace in the main room. The logs were heaped high on February 27, 1886, when a boy baby was born in the spool bed carved by his maternal grandfather, James Toland, and was placed beside his mother under the coverlet of wool she had spun and woven.
His name, entered in the family Bible following those of Ora, Robert Lee, Orlando, Vernon, Pelham, Daisy, and Della, was imposing, even pretentious, by rural standards: Hugo, for the French novelist Victor Hugo, whose books had found their way into this household in the Alabama wilderness, and La Fayette, for his father and in memory of the storied marquis who had traveled through these Creek lands before Fayette Black was born. But other than his French names, there was no omen to mark the eighth and last child of Fayette and Martha Black as one set upon a future path quite apart from that of his brothers, sisters, and Clay County neighbors.
When March came, the Blacks resumed their rural chores, a placid, monotonous rhythm which had been shattered by birth and death within a single week. Fayette, his sons and tenants turned to the annual rite of preparing the land for spring plowing. They cleared bushes and briers from fence corners and ditch banks and chopped down and burned dry cornstalks from last year's crop. New ground, carved from the forest during winter months, was cleared of brush heaps, and perhaps a day was set for logrolling, with neighbors invited to help pile the heavy logs for burning. In the chill mornings of early March, coves in these Appalachian foothills rang with the high-keyed hallooing of young men and boys, cajoling their reluctant mules: "Ho-hee-hee, ho-hee-hee, ho-hee-ho, he-hee-hee."
By May or early June, seed corn had been carefully placed in the richer bottomlands, cotton seed in the thin soil of eroded hillsides. When fields were chopped in the heat of July, every able-bodied man and child was summoned to take up a hoe, root out weeds and grass, and thin the young plants. If Fayette Black grew fall wheat and spring oats, both were reaped, bundled, and shocked in June and July. By the end of July, all fall crops had been "laid by" and the community paused to rest for harvest.
August, then, was the month for picnics, revivals, all-day sings, hunting, fishing, courtship, love, and matrimony. To pass the time of day, farmers met at country stores like that of Fayette Black to gossip and talk politics, whittle, chew tobacco and squirt its rich, brown juice onto the dusty soil, and indulge in a game of marbles, croquet, checkers, or horseshoes.
Older children put aside their farm work and made their way along the country roads to some small school, in session early because it would close for six weeks in September and October so that its pupils could help pick the cotton. On Fayette Black's land, the children gathered in one of the small outbuildings to learn such rudiments as they could from their eldest brother, Robert Lee. As a child of three, Hugo paid an occasional brief visit to this family schoolhouse.
Martha Black and her daughters pursued their own rituals, milking, carding cotton thread by hand, spinning, dyeing, and weaving coarse cotton or woolen cloth for trousers, coats, sheets, or dresses, knitting the countless socks needed for eight children. Martha, small and slight of build, arose early to knead biscuit dough, grind coffee beans, fill pitchers with sorghum molasses and buttermilk, and fry the home-processed ham or bacon whose pungent odor would summon her household to breakfast. At noon the family gathered for the day's main repast, often cornpone, buttermilk, fried chicken, boiled garden vegetables seasoned with bacon, sweet potatoes, and deep dish apple or peach pies. Leftovers from midday commonly made up the evening meal.
On Mondays Martha took a huge bundle of family clothing to a cast-iron washpot in the back yard. She smeared the clothes with soap, homemade from lye and waste fats; then boiled them in the washpot, gingerly lifted the smoking pile with a "battling stick" to the "battling block"; pounded, soaped again, rinsed, and hung the clothes in the sun to dry. A small boy was kept busy carrying pails of water from well to tubs and washpot, and tending the fire under the pot.
In Clay County farmhouses, general housecleaning took place spring and fall. To fight bedbugs, called "chinches" in Alabama, feather and straw beds and quilts were brought into the yard to be scalded, dried, and swabbed with stiff feathers drenched with turpentine. Cracks and crevices in the wooden planks of the house were turpentined for the same purpose; then the floors were scoured with warm water, soap, and fine, white sand, and the whole house left open to air and dry.
The center of the Blacks' family life was the kitchen, with its large, wood-burning cookstove, dining table, barrels for flour and meal, and a loom. A few steps from this kitchen was the well, with curb, windlass, cedar bucket, and gourd dipper. In the humid Alabama summertime, kitchen windows and doors were left open in hopes of catching a breeze. Cooking smells drew such hordes of flies that, when the table was set, all plates were turned bottom-side upward. After the children were seated and the meal blessed, each protected his food as best he could from the bold flies.
With the coming of fall, flies disappeared, to be followed by the other discomforts of life that were inherent in such a vulnerable structure. On winter evenings the Blacks, like other Clay County farm people, gathered before their open fireplace, warmly toasted on one side of their bodies and equally chilled on that part turned away from the flames. Drafts of wintry air flowed through chinks in the logs and clapboards. By eight o'clock on a winter evening, the most comfortable refuge was bed, shared with sisters or brothers in one of the small, unheated bedrooms. At dawn it fell to the eldest son to crawl from bedwarmth to toss sticks of resinous "fat pine" and new logs on the ashes of last night's fire, then venture outdoors along the wooden walkway to the kitchen to kindle the cookstove for breakfast.
Unlike most Clay County farm families, Fayette and Martha Black had chores other than those of land and household. While Fayette kept his store accounts, Martha performed the few duties of postmistress of Harlan. Her forebears, Tolands, Langstons, and Streets, were somewhat more prosperous than those of her husband. One grandfather, Hugh Toland, had come to America in 1797 at the age of ten when his parents fled their native Ireland because they sympathized with the United Irishmen, an abortive independence movement patterned upon the principles of the French Revolution. A cousin of the Tolands, Robert Emmet, had been one of the leaders of this unsuccessful rebellion.
Disembarking in Charleston, the Tolands moved inland to the Laurens district of South Carolina, where Hugh married Mary Langston, whose father had fought under Francis Marion, the Swamp Fox, in the American Revolution. Their son James, a cabinetmaker, settled in Alabama and married Mildred Street of Bluff Springs, the daughter of Hezekiah Street, a well-to-do planter and a slaveowner. Martha, daughter of James and Mildred, was educated at an academy, a sign of privilege for a young southern girl, and Thomas Orlando, her brother, became a successful lawyer in faraway California. It was a comedown for the Tolands, so the family story goes, when Martha married Fayette Black, the country storekeeper. Some said that she taught him to read and write, and that Fayette, thereupon, became one of Clay County's few subscribers to the Montgomery Advertiser. Undoubtedly it was Martha who brought novels by Victor Hugo and Sir Walter Scott, along with the Bible and Burpee's seed catalogue, to the Black household.
Martha Toland Black was not likely to limit her children's education to what might be learned from the eldest in a makeshift schoolhouse. In December, 1889, when Hugo was not yet four, Fayette Black moved to the county seat Ashland, named for Henry Clay's Kentucky home, so that his children might have schooling. He paid cash for a modest, five-room frame house and entered into partnership in a general merchandise store. The firm became the largest in town, carrying a ten- to fifteen-thousand-dollar stock of those items which Clay County residents could not produce at home. After the solitude of Harlan, Ashland, with three hundred fifty residents clustered around its courthouse square, must have seemed a metropolis to the young Blacks.
As a leading merchant, Fayette Black inevitably became acquainted with political quarrels and factions in the county seat. Far north of the rich soil of Alabama's Black Belt, Clay County was predominantly a region of white yeoman farmers. In 1890, 14,601 whites and 1,704 Negroes lived in this county, a ratio in direct reversal of the heavy black majorities in more fertile counties. Clay's few blacks usually worked as field hands, hired at a wage fixed for the entire year. Because a landowner had no money until cotton was sold in the fall, the hired man customarily took most of his pay in chewing tobacco, snuff, coffee, and clothing on his employer's credit at the store, or in corn, molasses, or bacon from the farmer's own crib and storehouse.
Most tenants, or sharecroppers, were whites, either sons, sons-in-law, or "po' white" drifters from other areas. They rented a few acres from a landowner who provided tools, land, and draft animals in exchange for half of the major crop, or land only in exchange for a third of the grain and a fourth of the cotton. The first arrangement was called renting "on halves"; the second, renting "for a third and a fourth."
When the crops were in, a hired hand was lucky to break even with the account he had charged at the store; tenants would show a small balance or a deficit, and the landowner counted it a good year if he came home from the cotton market with a few silver dollars. In 1870 cotton brought 20¢ a pound; by 1880, it had dropped to 10¢. An acre planted in cotton brought in only $18; an acre of corn, $10.91; wheat, $12.48. Fertilizer alone cost the farmer $40 a ton. In the 1890s, when cotton slipped downward to 6 cents, small landowners and merchants alike felt the pinch. Merchants like Fayette Black, who advanced tools, seeds, provisions, and supplies in early spring at interest rates ranging from 50 to 75 percent, further protected themselves by taking a lien on the forthcoming crop or a mortgage on the land itself. Farmer and merchant, then, were bound together for the season, at the mercy of such vagaries as drought, weevils, railroad rates, prices of finished goods, and the interest rate charged by northern financiers. Some merchants required farmers with whom they dealt to plant the sure money crop, cotton, leaving the merchant to sell meat, corn, and vegetables at a profit. Cotton thus fastened its hold upon hired hand, tenant, landowner, and merchant, leaching their soil, economy, and spirits.
In counties like Clay, small landowners were particularly responsive to the clarion calls of agrarian unrest in the 1890s. The Farmers' Alliance and Populism gave voice to their discontent over two decades of falling farm prices, aggravated by a nationwide industrial and financial depression. In northern and south-eastern Alabama, passions were easily aroused in behalf of Populist schemes for an income tax, government ownership of railroads, a ban on land ownership by aliens, antitrust laws, free coinage of silver, and the plan for federal subtreasuries under which a farmer might deposit his crop in government warehouses in return for money or credit and thereby escape financial bondage to his local merchant.
On a mild April evening in 1892, hundreds of farmers, wives, and children gathered in the Ashland square for a rally in support of Reuben F. Kolb, onetime captain in the Confederate Army, scion of a leading plantation family in the Black Belt, but a renegade from the political philosophy of his class. Once a large cotton planter with many black laborers, Kolb had abandoned cotton in favor of "Kolb's Gem," advertised in seed catalogues as America's most famous watermelon. In one season alone, he cut two-hundred thousand melons for seeds to be shipped by the carload to seed-houses. Appointed in 1887 to the newly created post of Alabama's commissioner of agriculture, Kolb had set about with equal initiative to promote the welfare of farmers in an overwhelmingly rural state. His brainchild "Alabama on Wheels," a railroad car loaded with the state's products, toured the Northwest for sixty days in 1888 to stimulate immigration and investment.
When Kolb persuaded the Alabama legislature to support a series of farmers' institutes at which experts and prominent farmers would speak on agricultural topics, there were charges that he was using his post to build a political machine. He headed the Farmers' Alliance in Alabama and came to national attention as president of the Farmers' National Congress, which met in Montgomery in 1889 to voice complaints against banks, railroads, manufacturers, and all others whom the rural man believed to be his oppressors.
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