A Failure of Imagination

A few months ago, I ran into another repetition of an old revisionist claim about the Vigilantes of Montana. A Western blogger wrote a post titled “Hanging the Sheriff.” In it, he recycled a shallow claim that the Vigilantes were a gang of thugs who lynched a duly elected sheriff named Henry Plummer. It gave no citations, but I recognized the title of the piece as the title of a book written by R. E. Mather and F. E. Boswell and published in 1987.

Since that book was published, two significant histories of the early Vigilante era have come out:
A Decent Orderly Lynching: The Montana Vigilantes by Frederick Allen
The Montana Vigilantes 1863-1870: Gold, Guns & Gallows by the Hon. Mark C. Dillon, Associate Justice for the New York State Supreme Court, serving in the Appellate Division.

I highly recommend both books to anyone who wants to know the real story of the Vigilantes, what they did, and why they did it. I particularly recommend Justice Dillon’s book, written from the perspective of a distinguished legal professional and legal historian.

My own response to the revisionist blog (short version) is this:

  • Yes, Henry Plummer was a duly elected sheriff of the Grasshopper Mining District.
  • Yes, the Vigilantes hanged him.
  • Yes, they were justified.

Neither the book nor the blog post titled “Hanging the Sheriff” provide substantiating research in more depth to discover the real story. Mather and Boswell researched Plummer’s early life in newspapers of the time and skimmed over his later misdeeds and crimes.

The blog post simply echoes the book: Lynching a sheriff is a crime.

Granted, lynching is a crime. It’s murder, on the same order as patricide, matricide, or infanticide.

Before condemning the Vigilantes out of hand, though, we have to get outside our own heads to understand why they hanged Henry Plummer (and 23 other members of the Plummer Gang).

We live in a settled society (current gale-force political winds notwithstanding). We have laws, law enforcement, and a justice system. Despite considerable difference of opinion about capital punishment, under our laws the execution of murderers, including those involved in a conspiracy to commit murder, is not murder.

The Vigilantes did not live in a settled community. They had no recourse to law for the protection of their society. The consequences they visited on Plummer and the other members of the Plummer gang were capital punishment.

hangman's noose

The Hangman’s Noose was the Vigilantes’ weapon against the ruffians who ruled the gold fields of the region now known as southwest Montana.

Between 1862 and 1865, the first phase of the Vigilante Era,

  • Gold seekers inhabited a remote area of the Northern Rocky Mountains, now known as Southwestern Montana, which comprises more than 25,000 square miles, all of it mountainous, and all of it subject to massive winter snowfalls.
  • Until February 10, 1864, when the first Idaho legislature completed its work of writing laws, Idaho Territory had no laws but the Ten Commandments and the United States Constitution.
  • Between March 4, 1863, and May 26, 1864, Montana was part of Idaho Territory.
  • As part of Idaho, the region that became Montana Territory also had no law. None.
  • On May 26, 1864, Abraham Lincoln signed Montana Territory into being.
  • With transportation and communication between Lewiston, ID, and Virginia City, Montana Territory, hampered by rugged mountain ranges, very few men, even lawyers, knew what the laws were until a “few” (perhaps 6 or so) bound copies of the Idaho Code were brought to The Montana Post on November 26, 1864.
  • As mandated by the Organic Act that instructed Governor Edgerton in his duties, the Montana Territorial Legislature could not officially meet until December 12, 1864. Only then could the legislators begin to write and pass laws for Montana.

The Legislature appointed committees to write and codify Montana criminal law and procedures. These were not printed and made available to the public until The Montana Post published the entire code in a series of issues during June and July 1865. Not until 1866 did the editor of the Post complete the job of printing the entire code of law and binding the pages into a book. (In those days, printing was a laborious job of setting type by hand, proofreading, marking corrections, and resetting type to make the corrections. I’ve done it. I know how time-consuming it is.)

The problem with the approach from both Mather and Boswell, and the recent blogger, as I see it, is twofold:

First is our definition of “Vigilante.”

According to the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary (online version), the noun “vigilante” only dates from the mid-nineteenth century. It comes from “vigilance” which has been in use from the late sixteenth century (half a millennium) defined as: “The quality or character of being vigilant; watchfulness, alertness to danger etc.; close monitoring of a situation…” The phrase “vigilance committee” is used in the U.S. to designate “a self-appointed body for the maintenance of justice and order in a community lacking well-established procedures for such matters.”

The meanings of words morph as time goes on. The most common meaning people generally apply to “vigilante” is “lynch mob.”

Second, revisionist historians suffer from a failure of imagination.

They view history through the lens of current standards which regulate a settled society. They cannot imagine times so different from the 21st century, except in the obvious – clothes, transportation, communication, and indoor plumbing. But people 150 years ago thought differently than we do. For example, the overriding political issue during the Civil War was not racism, but slavery. These days, we condemn racism, but slavery – human trafficking, as we call it – is not as high on our moral or political radar. Or at least it doesn’t seem to be.

In order to correctly understand any historical period, writers of history and historical fiction would do well to enter into the mindset of the people who lived in that era, without judging it. If we don’t, we’ll get it so horribly wrong as to call Henry Plummer a victim and the Vigilantes a lynch mob.

Starting Over – Again

Today, February 20, 2019, I’m starting this blog over again. My last post was eight months ago, on May 25, 2018. I think I owe an explanation to any readers who are still with me.

You may notice differences in the look and feel of this blog. It’s powered by WordPress and grafted onto my website, but the WordPress developers in their infinite wisdom, to keep themselves employed, decided to make significant changes in the way writers write our posts. I’m still learning how the heck this thing works. Nine months ago, when I wrote the last post, I knew how to use it. Now I’m back to square one.

Two major events caused this long hiatus. First, on May 30, I attended the Northwest Christian Writers Association “Renew” conference in Bellevue, Washington. My objective was to learn about the Christian market, because I felt a call to write in that vein.

At the conference I achieved that objective and much more.

I had an “information interview” with an agent who told me Christian Fiction, even historical fiction, was a “hard sell,” but, oh by the way, why not turn my project into a memoir?

I had never read a memoir on purpose. As an introverted stoic, I have a constitutional aversion to self-revelation. Still, I decided to explore the genre and see if what I had in mind would fit. I read everything I could get my paws on about how to write memoir, and, of course, memoirs themselves. (More about that in another post.)

The research used up June and half of July.

On July 17, a beautiful summer morning, I walked to work. About 3 blocks from the office I share with my husband, Sir Richard, I trucked through the leafy summer morning, happy to be alive. Next thing I knew, I peeled my face off the concrete. I had tripped on a piece of broken sidewalk hidden by dappled shade.

To spare you the tedious and gory details, I knocked out three front teeth and had a concussion. After 3 months consumed by oral surgery and different types of therapy to re-educate the brain and regain some balance, I could drive again. Then I began the lengthy process of regaining my independence. I walk about 2 miles now, on a treadmill because of Montana winter’s snow and ice, and do weight training to protect my aging bones.

What about the memoir research? I continued it, but I’m not really interested in writing about myself.

The new book went on shape-shifting in my mind through 40 false starts.

Now, on number 41, I can see the final shape of the new book. I’m calling it Tribulation Way:

A young widow escapes the slums of St. Louis in 1900 to forge a new life for her two young sons and her feeble younger brother by homesteading in Eastern Montana, near the town of Malta, Montana. Her name was Frances Marion French, but her family called her Lou.

She was my grandmother.