Saturday, June 21, 2014

A Most Barbarous and Disgraceful Proceeding



While looking into the previously mentioned invasion of “Sydney Ducks” into San Francisco, and the subsequent rise of lynchings and other forms of vigilantism, I stumbled on the following brief article in an 1850s issue of the Placer Times. The article stands without comment, other than that provided by the paper’s editor.


Something Fresh--Selling Women at Auction.--We learn from the Alta California that a vessel recently arrived at San Francisco from Sydney, New South Wales, having on board three women, who, being unable to "settle their passage," were taken on shore by the captain, and sold at auction to liquidate the debt. Fifteen dollars each was the highest bid for services for five months. the gallant captain coolly pocketed the $45 and walked off, well satisfied with the "live stock" operation. We may be over sensitive about such things, but we must be allowed to say that we consider this a most barbarous and disgraceful proceeding. 

PlacerTimes February 9, 1850


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On a completely different note:

Some of you may be readers of J.D. Chandler’s books on Portland. He is currently writing a book called: Portland Into the Vice Age 1934-1953 and is raising funds by a crowd funding project. Check here for details.
 


 












Friday, June 20, 2014

Can Any Good Thing Come From San Francisco?



The title to the first chapter of my book, The Oregon Shanghaiers, is: “Can Any Good Thing Come From San Francisco.” Some readers may have found this either somewhat insulting, or confusing, so I hope this post will help provide a background for my use of this phrase.


Some 120 years before the famously overrated “Summer of Love” the city of San Francisco became the center of the universe—a magnet for every fortune seeker, bunko man, moocher, shop lifter, panel worker, prostitute, gallows bird, or any other cove or trollop too proud or degraded to be employed in a respectable manner. As I mentioned in an earlier article a large number of these undesirables came from Australia by the boatload, settling in tents and ramshackle lodgings near the waterfront. This part of the city was called “Sydney Town,” and the inhabitants were labeled, “Sydney Ducks." Very few of these new citizens took up a pan, or a pick and shovel to seek their fortune in the Californian wilderness. It was far easier to take the gold away from those sod hoppers and sourdoughs who brought it down from the hills.

San Francisco 1851, Library of Congress: DAG no. 1331


The new citizens from the Antipodes took quite well to the idea of democracy.  When their ambitions were thwarted  by judges and sheriffs they found ways to stuff ballot boxes and threaten voters to achieve the results they wished. For a short while they blossomed like a perfumed garden (or a stinking corpse—depending on one’s view) before being put down by the Committee of Vigilance formed for that purpose. This committee, with righteous zeal, performed  (for the good of society) lynchings and executions by firearms until the proper sorts of individuals once more held the reigns of government. Even then the city was a teeming Babylon of iniquity. One of the evils introduced to the Pacific Coast from this metropolis was the art of “shipping sailors,” the more extreme versions being called “shanghaiing.” This art was mainly practiced by the proprietors of boardinghouses for sailors who charitably offered room and board to the penniless Jack Tar. They also worked as a sort of employment agency for sailors, taking from them nothing less than several month’s pay from their advanced wages for the trouble.
1866 Library of Congress  LC-USZ62-20317


In 1869 the news went out that one of the commission merchants in the little town of Portland, on the Willamette River, had shipped a load of grain and canned salmon directly to England, instead of using San Francisco as the point of export, as per usual. Speculation of the future of the new seaport must have caused some concern to the San Francisco merchants and bankers who normally handled the exports from the lower Columbia region. This may also be the reason why the sailor’s boardinghouse master, Jim Turk, and his elephantine wife, Kate decided to move to the quiet village on the Willamette shortly after his acquittal on a charge of murder. He had spent from November 1869 until November 1870 in prison awaiting trial, a long enough period to lose much of his business to the other gangsters infesting the waterfront.


After one aborted attempt at setting up shop in Portland the Turks returned in late 1874. Jim Turk set up what he called “The English Shipping Office” near what is now the Skidmore Fountain. In those days ocean-going grain vessels were unable to fully load in Portland. This called for “topping off” the cargoes in Astoria, where the grain was brought by steamboat. This also meant that the final complement of crew members was arranged for in Astoria in the offices of Peter Cherry, the British vice consul. Within the year Turk had set up operations in both ports, making him the father of shanghaiing in both cities.

Previous posts on this subject:
The Turks of California, Part 1
The Turks of California, Part 2

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

A Bit of an Update

--This just in -- It looks like July 10th is a big day for me. --This just in -- It looks like July 10th is a big day for me. I will be giving a talk at Powell's in the evening, and that morning I will be on live television interviewed on KATU AM Northwest.


 I am now breaking an unintended period of silence brought on by crashing my new electric bicycle on the first day out. The damage was enough to require open surgery on my shoulder, but that is all I care to say on this quite boring subject.

There are a couple of dates ahead I want to mention.  Thursday, July 10th I will be speaking and signing books at Powell’s City of Books (1005 W. Burnside St., Portland) The event will begin at 7:30pm. I sincerely hope that there is a good turn-out of my friends, old and new—and the ones I have yet to meet.

August 1st  and 2nd I will be at the author’s booth at the Clatsop County Fair. This will be in Astoria, Oregon, one of my favorite places on the planet. This last year, I am happy to say, I have made the acquaintance of Peter Grant, the great grandson of the infamous Astoria Sailor’s Boarding Master, Peter Grant. Peter with his mother, Bridget were prominent members of the exclusive society of  shanghaiers who worked the waterfronts of Astoria and Portland. In my Oregon Shanghaiers book I include a photo of young Peter sitting on the lap of his great grandfather.  Peter is in the process of returning to set up residence in his ancestral home. He is a living link to the city’s fascinating past.

In researching my books I have spent many months digging up skeletons in the backyard of some of Oregon’s most notorious shanghaiiers, led on by a morbid fascination that slowly turned into affection. I now know some of these families better than my own, and I can tell you alnost as many good things about these scoundrels as I can enumerate their shortcomings.  By immersion in old periodicals I feel as if I have lived in 19th century Oregon. In my meanderings through these heaps of (mostly) digital newsprint I have encountered enough great material to keep me busy for decades (unfortunate that I am over-the-hill).