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THE MOLLY MAGUIRES   

“You load sixteen tons and what do you get? 

Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter don’t you call me ‘cause I can’t go,

I owe my soul to the Company Store.”  --  Merle Travis 

Story by Janee Reynolds  

If you visit the Pennsylvania coal country today, you’ll find few that remember the Molly Maguires.  You might better travel to Australia to hear an Irish folk group of the same name.  Or head to Seattle for a friendly pint at the Molly Maguires Pub. 

The original Mollies have been lost in time, clouded by controversy.  Born in desperation and passion, they believed in retribution against those who violated justice and humanity. 

“Take that from a son of Molly Maguire!” was often heard in Ireland before a landlord was assailed for evicting a starving neighbor.  In the grip of the potato famine, it mattered little if these Irish peasants were prosecuted; no retaliation would stop their starvation.  The Mollies became an open secret.  Like every group that resorts to violence, they believed it was the only voice they had.   

America in the late 1800s was a land of great dreams and brutal realities.  Textile workers labored in appalling conditions.  Children worked from dawn to dusk and rarely saw the sun.  A coal miner’s work was dangerous, while low wages kept him at the mercy of the Company Store.  Many of these workers were Irish immigrants who had arrived without a solid trade or profession.   

Most had nothing but their dreams.  They were willing to fight for them  --  for fair wages, safe working conditions, better lives. 

When a strike was called by the Workingman’s Benevolent Association in 1875, it was violently smashed by the coal and railroad barons.  Pinkerton detectives, government officials and the press helped to break it.  The Mollies sent “coffin notes” to the bosses:  

“You are the damdest turncoats in the State – there is no ples for you bute Hell and will soone be there.

Molly. 

 Sind by the real boys this time – so you better loocke oute.” 

A confrontation with management left six people killed.  The Mollies continued to harass their tormenters.  They were not above raiding police stations and blowing up railroad tracks.  Mine and railroad baron Franklin Gowen hired the Pinkerton Agency to infiltrate the union movement.  Whether the charming James McParlan was a detective, or agent provocateur, is still a question.  He won the trust of the miners, then betrayed them by naming alleged Molly Maguires  The subsequent trials were a travesty.  Gowen himself was the primary prosecutor.  He handpicked the jury and was a good friend of the judge.  “All the state provided,” noted one historian, “was the courtroom and the hangman.” 

They hanged 20 men before they were done, including Alexander Campbell, Michael Doyle, Edward Kelly, Black Jack Kehoe.  All claimed innocence.  A New York World reporter wrote of the last executions, of Charles Sharpe and John McDonald:  “The demeanor of the men on the scaffold, their resolute but quiet protestations of innocence, were things to stagger one’s belief in their guilt.”   

A recent analysis of surnames of the 51 alleged Molly Maguires revealed a curious fact:  most of the names were unique or common to northwest, north-central Ireland – and to one county in particular, County Donegal.  This area was one of the hardest hit by famine.  It suggests a clear link between the tactics of the Irish peasants and the Pennsylvania coal miners. 

The Mahanoy City Herald received a letter from an alleged Molly Maguire:  

“i am against shooting as mutch as ye are, But the union is Broke up and we Have got nothing to defind ourselves with But our Revolvers and if we dount use them we shal have to work for 50 cints a Day.   i have told ye the Mind of the children of the Mistress Molly Maguire, all we want is a fare Days wages for a fare Days work, and thats what we cant git now By a Long shot.” 

Labor’s bitter fight went on.  Mother Jones, born Mary Harris in County Cork, was unfazed by repeated arrests and death threats.  “I was born in revolution,” she said.  Michigan Gov. Frank Murphy, in 1937, refused to use violence against striking autoworkers in Flint.  The union won concessions – a happier outcome in a more enlightened time.   

Today unions are struggling.  Some blame them for Michigan’s troubled economy.  Yet every American who earns a fair wage, works an 8-hour day or 40-hour week, enjoys a paid holiday and safe working conditions, owes a debt to the unions.  They fought for every crumb.  Sometimes they failed, sometimes they despaired.  

Sometimes they died, like the Molly Maguires.  If you listen closely you can hear their voices still, demanding justice, chasing our elusive American dream.

Author's Note: 

Quotes from the Molly Maguires are presented as actually written. 

CITATIONS 

Campbell-Bartoletti, Susan, “Growing Up in Coal Country,” Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, 1996 

Donnelly, James S. Jr., “The Great Irish Potato Famine,” Sutton Publishing, Gloucestershire, UK, 2003 

Kenny, Kevin, “Making Sense of the Molly Maguires,” Oxford University Press/USA, New York, 1998 

McLaughlin, Doris B., “Michigan Labor: A Brief History from 1818 to Present,”  Institute of Labor & Industrial Relations, University of Michigan/Wayne State, Ann Arbor, 1970 

O’Donnell, Edward T., “1001 Things Everyone Should Know About Irish American History,” Random House Inc., New York, 2006   

Suggested Viewing

The Molly Maguires (1970) directed by Martin Ritt,
         starring Richard Harris and Sean Connery

 

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