by Erin Eddins
A fellow history enthusiast made a suggestion a few weeks back for a possible topic for Old Joe. I am always open to suggestions and eagerly set out on task. The recommendation came for an article on public hangings in
As I always do I reflected on my own memories and family history as my starting point. Let’s see, I’ve never participated in or watching a public hanging. No one in my family history has been to the gallows. The closest I could come was the posthumous execution of Oliver Cromwell, a distant uncle on my maternal grandfather’s side. But that is another story for another day and probably would be a stretch to include in Old Joe.
I delved deeper into my own history to find a link to public hangings from which to build on. Then it came to me. It was a rather sudden thought; the kind that physically shake the body. The Wild West! Perhaps the
So there it was. The platform on which my perspective of public hangings was formed came from a book about my hometown. And I would hope that the sick feeling it the concept leaves with me is something felt by all when the topic is broached.
Does that sick feeling mean we should shirk the subject? Is it better to ignore it? We could pretend it didn’t happen. But, alas, that would not be history. It is an injustice to walk away from the dark chapters of our history and
It was suggested that I start my research with Judge Isaac Parker, “The Hanging Judge.” Though the bulk of his career was focused on the
He continued his education and following the bar exam Parker came to
Continuing to climb the political ladder Parker moved up and moved on. It wasn’t until he became the youngest Federal Judge, presiding over the
Parker’s story is an interesting one with far more details then I have presented here. But being as most of his legend as The Hanging Judge did not actually happen in St. Joe, I continued my search on
I found many reports of hangings. They took place in various places around town and always drew a big crowd. But there was one story I came across that I could not lump in with the rest. And that is the story of Lloyd Warner, a 19 year old black man who the citizens of
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Two days later, Lloyd Warner admitted before a judge that he had committed the crime. The judge had Warner taken to the local jailhouse and began proceedings to have him formally charged, though he stated there was no need to rush the process. News of the confession hits the streets. The report was first made by Harold Slater. He presented the facts of the crime and confession as well as the actions that would be taking place in order to move Lloyd Warner to
Our citizens allowed their anger to overtake their judgment on morality and the result was a very dark chapter of St. Joe history. A mob of nearly 5000 people gathered outside of the jailhouse that night and rallied. They demanded Warner be turned over to them for punishment for what he had done. As the tempo grew the crowd went from making verbal demands to make physical assaults. They attacked the building literally tearing it apart piece by piece. A truck with chains was used to pull the jailhouse gates off. The mob entered the building and started ransacking. They left a path of destruction as they moved from the sheriff’s quarters and on into the actually jailhouse.
Warner waited in his cell aware of the crowd outside, trusting in the jailers on duty to protect him inside his cell. He began to recount is admission of guilt. Whether this was true or simply a reaction of fear would never be determined.
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Sheriff Theisen addressed the group, “I’ve never known an Irishman to lick a Dutchman before, but there are too many Irishman here for me.” With that he released Warner to the mob. They beat him until he was unconscious. Then he was drug to 5th and Jules. At this point some reports stated he was stabbed to death while others made no mention of the stabbing at all. All reports state that he was hung from a tree on the Southeast corner of the intersection. Gasoline was taken from a nearby filling station as the mob tore bits of Warner’s clothing from his body. His leather belt was taken and divided up. The mob wanted mementoes of the event.
They doused the body in gasoline and lit it afire. Then a pyre made from wooden doors, taken from the jailhouse, was created at Warner’s feet and also set to burn. As the flames reached the body the rope was cut and Warner was left to burn atop of the wood pile. It took nearly two hours for the blaze to die down, at which time workers from the Ramsey Funeral Home collected what was left of Lloyd Warner’s body.
An investigation was launched on
Many of you may be wondering why in a paper that is typically very light-heart and almost always positive would I share this story. As I mentioned above, we cannot pretend these things did not happen simply because they are hard to talk about. Even the darkest chapters of our history are still our history.