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On May Day, Remembering Vincent St. John
By Bob Mattingly
Not far from where I live is a cemetery that I visit on May Day. I go there to place some flowers, red of course, alongside the marker that identifies a grave as the final resting place of Vincent St. John (1876-1929), once a general secretary of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), a rugged union whose militant influence still lingers in the American labor movement, awaiting its time to flare up once more, though certainly in a new form. It was only a few years ago that I read that some Bay Area labor history buffs recently had put the gravestone in place. For most of my life then, the Saint, as he was called when he headed the revolutionary industrial union, had occupied an unmarked grave beneath the sod of a slightly sloping rise in a pleasantly landscaped graveyard, not far from Oaklands busy streets. Vincent St. John isnt remembered as often as Mother Jones, Big Bill Haywood, Eugene V. Debs, and Lucy Parsons, widow of one of the Haymarket victims, but they all knew each other on a first name basis and shared a profound vision of humankinds eventual liberation from ignorance, poverty, and war. But none of them believed that progress could be won without a fight. Not yet thirty years old, St. John was elected president of a Western Federation of Miners (WFM) local union and led bitter strikes in Colorado. In 1905, St. John helped to organize the IWW and the next year was elected to represent the WFM on the IWWs general executive board. During his years as general secretary (1909-1915), the IWW was front-page news as its organizers led some hugely popular strikes (popular with workers, that is) such as the Lawrence, Massachusetts, strike of 1912 supported by nearly 30,000 textile workers. Its been said that the IWW restored Americans First Amendment rights to assemble peacefully and address public gatherings, as it fought time and again against free speech restrictions. St. John was dead by the time of the great 1930s industrial organizing victories, but it was the Wobblies (as IWW members were called) who pioneered many of the tactics that were so important in the 1930s organizing struggles, such as sit-in strikes and roving pickets. I read that the Saints family was too poor to pay for a headstone. Still, its not clear why the Saints grave remained unmarked for so long, especially in a region with a distinct radical labor past. In 1946, at least 100,000 Oakland workers hit the bricks in a general strike provoked by attempted union busting. Earlier in 1934, there was the Big Strike of San Franciscos longshore workers headed by Harry Bridges. And, of course, Oakland is the hometown of Jack London, the famed author of The Iron Heel, and my favorite, The Apostate. Ive joked to myself that perhaps the areas radicals took the dictum, Dont mourn, organize! a bit too narrowly. That battle cry, often repeated still today, was given to the worlds workers by one of the Saints fellow Wobblies, Joe Hill, who in 1915 was legally murdered by a Utah firing squad. Hills ashes were divided into small packets and sent to many countries where they were scattered by fellow workers on May Day, 1916. Truth to tell, I wouldnt have given the press account about St. Johns marker more than a passing notice, if years before I hadnt read a short commentary on the Wobblies by James P. Cannon, a one-time Wobbly himself, but mostly remembered as a founder of the Communist Party in the U.S. and then a leading founder of American Trotskyism. Cannon was also a Smith Act victim who paid the price for his dedication to the workers movement in a federal prison, as did many Wobblies before and after him. What I remember about Cannons remarks was his affectionate appraisal of St. John (unusually personal I thought). Cannon was a native of Kansas, raised in a family that backed the Knights of Labor, then the Populists, and finally the Socialists. So it was that on the seemingly boundless American prairie the youthful Cannon found inspiring aims and goals that lasted him a lifetime. Cannon not only was imbued with socialist fervor, he also acquired a lifetime of admiration and respect for working class fighters. I dont remember where I read it, but I recall Cannons admiration for a bunch of IWW loggers. They were Wobblies for sure, and most of them had seen the inside of jail cells, he said. Naturally, then, they were Cannons kind of peopleon both counts. Cannons respect and admiration for the Saint was well developed before St. Johns arrest during the World War I roundup of radicalized workers and activists by the administration of the Democratic Partys Woodrow Wilson, who proclaimed that the world must be made safe for Democracy, even as cell doors closed behind his working class political opponents. St. John was sent to Leavenworth for several years, obviously a frame-up, since he had left the IWW two years before and was trying his hand at mining and prospecting in Arizona. Eventually, he wound up in San Francisco, poor in health and in the purse. If he died in San Francisco, its not clear why he was buried in an unmarked grave in Oakland, then a ferry ride away. Nor is it clear why he wasnt buried in a paupers plot, but was buried in a cemetery that reportedly is famous as the final resting place of millionaires like Charles Crocker, Henry J. Kaiser, and Borax Smith. What the press account left out is more interesting, by far. The cemetery land that once had an unobstructed view of the bay was part of a Mexican Land Grant and earlier for 2000 years had been the homeland of tribes that feasted on the bays shellfish, and bested the bays bone-chilling fogs inside Temescals, or sweat lodges. As I say, on May Day Ill visit the Saints grave. |
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