|Emma Goldman, seen in her police mug shot after being arrested in 1894.
“Most of you left Russia, where you had a Czar who acted in as brutal a way as any man on
earth. Here in America we have capitalistic czars … We have Gould and Astor and Sage
and Rockefeller and Vanderbilt. … You built the palaces and others are living in them. The
politicians are misleading you… We are told God will feed the starving, but that is humbug
in the nineteenth century.”
“I will speak, they can arrest me if they please, but they cannot shut my mouth.”
Emma Goldman – 1893.
Over three thousand people crammed themselves into New York City’s Union Square on that hot, sticky summer day, August 21, 1893. They carried red flags – symbol of socialists, nihilists, anarchists, and laborites around the world. Most of them wore rags and smelled from sweat. Most still spoke immigrant languages — German, Russian, Yiddish, Polish, and Italian — that sounded like menacing gibberish to native Americans.
Three months earlier, Wall Street’s Panic of 1893 had sent the US economy crashing into depression, throwing hundreds of thousands of men – bread winners – out of work. In 1893, long before government safety net programs, this meant starvation, poverty, disease … and anger!!!
The people in Union Square that day wanted to scream rage and demand their rights. They wanted a voice, no excuses, no apologies, no whitewash. And they knew they could trust finding it in their favorite rabble-rouser, Emma Goldman.
|Emma Goldman speaking in New York’s Union Square, 1916.
Just 24 years old then, Emma Goldman pounded the air with her fist when she spoke. She threw back her head and shouted – in their languages. She often preferred using Russian or Yiddish to confuse police detectives. She always looked striking. A reporter described her at one rally as appearing in a “cheap blue and white striped dress” and “her hair was as much awry as if it was 2 o’clock in the morning.”
To the small goggle of New York radicals who filled the saloons on lower Fifth Avenue, Emma was held in “almost reverence,” as one put it: her confidence, her intellect, her clarity, her fearlessness. She never avoided a fight. When one rival got into an argument with her one night and called her latest article in one of the local socialist newspapers a fraud, Emma took a leather horse whip and lashed the man in the face.
What drove her?
She had always been rambunctious. Born in 1869 in Kovno, Russia, Emma felt passionately about everything. As a girl, she starved herself once when her parents confronted her with an arranged marriage. She remembered once seeing a Russian official take a peasant, tie him up, and whip him in public. At the Gymnasium (high school) she attended in Konigsberg, Germany, she once stuck pins in the chair of a religious teacher she disliked. Coming to America in 1885, she settled with family in Rochester, New York, and became fascinated by radical movements of the era – especially the Haymarket anarchists in Chicago. She read voraciously. Already married and divorced as a teenager, she left home, moved to New York City, and quickly befriended the radical crowd at the downtown saloons – including her soon-to-be lifelong friend and lover, Alexander “Sasha” Berkman.
Emma and Berkman took barely a few months to make their public mark. In June 1893, a strike at the Carnegie Steel plant at Homestead, Pennsylvania, had ended in pitched gunfire between strikers and Pinkerton detectives. Seven guards and nine strikers died in the melee. Emma and Sasha decided to make their statement by invoking justice on the oppressor, Carnegie Steel’s manager Henry Clay Frick. Berkman carried out the attack. He snuck into Frick’s office one day, shot him three times and stabbed him in the leg. Frick survived, and a court sentenced Berkman to 22 years in prison.
After this episode, Emma Goldman’s emerged as New York’s leading radical and anarchist. In speeches and articles, she refused to apologize for the crime. I n fact, she gloried in it. “The bullets did not kill [Frick],” she told one crowd in early 1893, “but others are being molded and they will fly with surer aim.” This was tough, in-your-face talk, the kind that police took seriously.
Newspapers now covered Emma Goldman’s very word. They called her “Queen of the Anarchists” and “wife” or “friend” of the criminal Berkman. The printed rumors she was “said to have lived with different men” and “spent her time drinking beer” at taverns. “She was once good-looking,” said another, “but her record is not a savory one.” Admirers, on the other hand, called her a modern Joan of Arc.
After the 1893 financial panic and its resulting mass poverty, Emma’s speeches took a harder edge, as did the crowds. After one speech at a hall on Orchard Street that summer, a riot broke out and police arrested over 500 people. Emma recognized she had become a target. “I hope you will be quiet,” she told another group, “there are detectives here and spies of the police ready to kill the speakers.”
The speech that landed her in jail
And so it was that Emma Goldman mounted the podium to address the 3,000+ crowd of angry, unemployed, mostly-immigrant workers at New York City’s Union Square on that hot afternoon of August 21, 1893. Emma was the last speaker that day. “I saw a dense mass before me, their pale, pinched faces, upturned to me,” she recalled years later. “My heart beat, my temples throbbed, and my knees shook.” Emma spoke in German, so her exact words would remain subject to dispute. But here’s the key part, as she recalled it:
“Fifth Avenue [where the wealthiest New Yorkers then lived] is laid in gold, every mansion
a citadel of money and power. Yet here you stand, a giant, starved, and fettered… You too,
will have to learn that you have a right to share your neighbors’ bread. Your neighbors —
they have not only stolen your bread, but they are sapping your blood. They will go on
robbing you, your children, and your children’s children, unless you wake up, unless you
become daring enough to demand your rights. Well, then, demonstrate before the palaces of
the rich; demand work. If they do not give you work, demand bread. If they deny you both,
take bread. It is your sacred right.”
The crowd bellowed deafening cheers. What did Emma mean? Was she issuing a call to politics? Or a call to violence? The police (and the residents of Fifth Avenue) had no trouble figuring it out. To them, telling a mob of hungry people to invade rich people’s houses and steal bread had nothing to do with politics. It was incitement to riot, and an excuse to put Red Emma behind bars.
A few nights later, as Emma was preparing to harangue yet another a crowd of 2,000 people crammed into Carpenters’ Hall in Philadelphia, police barged in with an arrest warrant, mounted the stage, and seized her. She “fought like a tigress,” one witness said, and men from the audience joined the free-for-all, throwing punches at the police to help her escape, but the police drew their guns.
Emma Goldman’s first encounter with American prisons was about to begin…
What happened next? Click here for Part II, The Trial.