BOOK FOUR
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CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
ALVIN (TOMMY) BRIDGES
Bay City, Michigan, is one of the Tri-Cities, the other two being Saginaw and Midland. It is an industrial area, hard-hit by the recession.
He had been a Bay City policeman for thirty-one years; during his last four years on the force, he was police chief. He retired in 1968.
It was a useless war, as every war is.
I got into more trouble when I was in the army in saying so. They give us this I-E, information and education. Every time theyâd get one of these shavetails up there, just come outa college, sellinâ us the idea that this war was essential. There was a whole company oâ men there, officers too. I blew up and said, âIs any war essential?â Iâm not an antiwar guy, Iâd go tomorrow if there were a war. But this worldâs not gonna last long unless we stop it, this nuclear business.
I joined the army on February 20, 1942. To get somethinâ to eat. (Laughs.) I donât know how the war was ever won, because they had no rhyme or reason why they selected a guy for an MP. When I was at Fort Custer, they was three guys ahead of me went in the air force like that, two of âem in the infantry, and they come to me and said, âYouâre MP.â The training they give us was just like a new sheriff goinâ in and gettinâ a new bunch of deputies, trial and error. It had nothinâ to do with police business.
When we got our first assignment in London, I donât know how we ever made it. (Laughs.) The officers, they were dumber than we were. When I went to Paris, the first guy they sent out was me. They figured I knew all about Paris. I didnât know a hill oâ beans about it. (Laughs.)
London, we got there New Yearâs morning of â43. Stayed till just six weeks after the invasion. When we got to Paris, thereâs still occupying troops. We were just like a new police department for the GIs.
We had a great amount of trouble with supplies being sold. People were starving to death over there and they would sell truckloads, big trucks, theyâd be loaded with anything, didnât matter what it was. Theyâd sell it. The Frenchmen had all that money right there and theyâd buy truck and all. Heâd pay the guys and take off. The GI then come runninâ to the first MP station and heâd say, âSomebody stole my truck en route.â Weâd finally find it someplace after the Frenchman unloaded. And there wasnât a thing left in it. We donât know if it was stole or whether he sold it. He was with his outfit in Belgium by the time we found it. There was no follow-up at all, because there was so many people over and so much going on.
A lot of the GIs had respect for the MP and a lot of âem hated our guts. Just like policemen. Worse, because we were the only ones who bothered âem. The policemen in Paris didnât bother the GIs at all. If they were tearinâ the place apart, theyâd call us. Weâd arrest âem for anything from murder of another GI or civilian to sellinâ one of those trucks.
In London, we got thirteen colored soldiers assigned to our outfit. That was the first time they had MPs mixed, colored and white. The only reason we got it was the colored congregated out in the Limehouse district and we couldnât do a thing with âem. We lost a man in one of those places. It was Lichfield, headquarters of the Ninth Air Force. Thatâs where the colored were support troops. They build the bridges, they build the airfield, they take this metal stripping and lay it across a bog. Not combat. They were second-class citizens from the word go, whether in the army or not. They had about two or three combat units. One of âem was air force, made out of the college in Alabama, Tuskegee. They were in Italy and they had one of the best records, a terrific record.
A lotta these colored MPs were very nice. This Morton was originally from Alabama. Him and this big white master sergeant from Alabama, theyâd call each other all kinda names, just two of âem, back and forth. This sergeantâd say, âYou people havenât been out of the jungle long enough to have your rights,â or somethinâ like that. And Mortonâd say, âHow do you know your ancestors werenât in a jungle?â
Our outfit was made up of Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan. And Tennessee, Georgia, and Alabama. There was a hellabaloo about who was gonna work with them colored guys. They didnât know what to do about it. So they said to me, âYouâre in charge of us tonight. Who you gonna put these guys with?â We had six of these colored guys go on duty that night. And I got hillbillies. First time theyâd ever been away from home. Them Georgia boys said, âSure, Iâll work with a nigger.â They didnât say colored or Negro. Theyâd tell me, âIf they selected the guys, they must be pretty good guys.â And they got along from then on, them Georgia guys and them colored guys. There wasnât a one of âem refused me. I had two of these guys from Kalamazoo, Michigan, and I said, âWill you work with one of them colored guys?â âJesus Christ, no.â Yâsee, them Georgia guys played with âem as kids. They knew more about âem than guys from the North.
In Paris, weâd go to these hotels to check on GIs AWOL. Theyâs women galore up these four, five stories and stairs in the middle all the way. Rooms. All youâd do is take your flashlight and look under. If youâd see GI shoes, youâd know thereâs a GI in the room. (Laughs.) You open the door and nine times outa ten, the French gal would get under the covers and try to hide herself. (Laughs.) A lot of AWOLs from the colored quartermaster outfit.
There were more coloreds in Paris than white. The French women thought as much of a colored guy as they did of a white guy. Naturally they would go AWOL and they would get a French woman, a white woman, and probably that was forbidden where the colored guy come from.
Toward the end of that war, they wasnât a guy in any of those outfits, black or white, that wouldnât go AWOL. They had a damn hard job keepinâ those guys up in front as they did winninâ a war. And boy, theyâd kill ya, too, theyâd kill an MP that interfered withâem. They was outfits that towards the end of the war, they had to put âem in straitjackets (laughs) in order to keep âem in line. I went to North Africa to pick up prisoners there and come back across. When my outfit come to Fort Shanks, itâs up in the hills north of New York City, up the Hudson, I looked up to see they had guys with rifles or machine guns walkinâ beats on both sides of the thing. I said, âWhat in the hell are those guys doinâ up there?â And they said, âTo keep them infantry outfits that were goinâ overseas.â Theyâd go into them woods and away theyâd go.
It burnt me up. I said to the lieutenant, âWhat in the hell are we doinâ, MPs and half of us guys have been overseas and back again, why are they guardinâ us?â He said, âThey guard everybody that comes into that thing,â because they had so many AWOL. It was â42.
When we picked these guys up in Paris, we would go over to headquarters in England. Theyâd court-martial the guys there. Them guys were goinâ AWOL in every direction. Mostly colored guys were tried. There was always a colonel, a major, and a captainâabout five or seven at a court-martial. You could tell these guys were top kicks in the regular army. The first time I went to testify, this colonel was in charge. I said this guy wasnât guilty of selling anything. He was just picked up because he happened to be there. The colonel said, âWas he a nigger?â He didnât say Negro, he said nigger. I said, âHe was colored.â And he said, âWell, if heâs a nigger, heâs guilty, too.â I donât know what they give them guys, because we never waited for the verdict. This could go on and on. Stealinâ government property, they could have âem sent to the firing squad.
Do you know any guys who were shot for something like that?
Oh yes. They shot some of those guys up there that wereâif youâd go to a municipal court, theyâd dismiss the case. Depending a lot upon the commanding officer. The men that were shot and hung in Shepton Malletâthat was the place Henry the Fifth cut all the galsâ heads off. It was close to evening when weâd get there, because of train connections from London.
Those colored guys we got from Lichfield, they had a truck loaded with GI stuff. Theyâd stolen some of that. Anyway, the things they would shoot you for were incidental compared to a civilian law. Jesus, the Articles of War book looks like a Bible. They can shoot you in wartime for nothinâ. Murder and rape, I think they hung. Theyâd execute âem the next morning at six oâclock. They might be five or six of âem shot. Sometimes theyâd get five years. I donât know what they done to most of the guys I brought in. I donât know where the hell they sent âem.
I first started takinâ em out of Goode Street. Itâs somethinâ like a holding tank for criminals. When weâd get âem, weâd leave London with âem. Normally, they would send two of us MPs when we went to Shepton Mallet. This particular time I was alone. Sergeant says to me, âThis guyâs gonna be shot.â He would handcuff me to that guy, left hand. You had your gun on your right side. He was a kind of half-past-eight guy anyway. I donât know what the hell he was in there for, but he was supposed to be shot. I think he killed another GI. He was out of this world. Maybe he was doinâ it deliberately, I donât know.
dp n="407" folio="391" ?The conductor told me when he let us off, âYouâre only a short distance away from Shepton Malletâ. I look and itâs down in the boondocks. The prisoner was more worried than I was. I got a man handcuffed to me thatâs under death sentence, gonna be shot the next day. I didnât know whether to shoot him right forthwith or wait till he started somethinâ . (Laughs.) You donât know how them scuffles gonna come out. Oh, I was tempted a couple times to shoot him. But I sat down alongside him because it was a matter of life and death. That guy might have a knife. I didnât search him, the sergeant did. I certainly was scared, yes.
Why they sent me alone, I donât know. That burnt me up as the war was goinâ on. They probably sent fifty MPs layinâ around the barracks, not doinâ a damn thing, and here I was out in the boondocks with this guy handcuffed to me.
I said, I might just as well get these cigarettes out. My wife run a grocery store at the time, she sent me a fifty-tin of Lucky Strikes. I give this guy a pack of cigarettes when I turned him over to the sergeant, who come by with a carryall to pick us up. The sergeant asked me if I want to come in tomorrow morning at six oâclock and this guy would be shot. This guy was standinâ right there. I told him no, I didnât want to see anybody shot. He said, âWell, some guys that bring âem down like to stay and watch âem shot.â
The thought popped into my mind that when youâre supposed to shoot a guy, they have five or six guys and only one guyâs loaded with live ammunition. It gives a guy the feeling that he didnât shoot nobody. He said, âDonât let anybody shit you. Every one of them rifles is loaded. When you fire, there ainât no blanks there.â
I never liked to see anybody executed or anybody shot. I was a policeman for thirty-one years. I saw a lotta suicides and a lotta murders. How foolish it is to take a life. One boom and thatâs it. You canât say, Wait, come back here, bullet, after itâs been fired one time. I wouldnât give you a nickel to see a shooting or a hanging.
I saw the hangman in Paris, France. He looked so odd. He had on a wide-brimmed hat, they called âem campaign hats, and a full-dress uniform. He was a master sergeant. An American. They had to have their own hangman. He was a professional, stationed in Texas. Heâd bring his own rope. He wouldnât talk. In other words, he was a ghost, as far as I was concerned. He wouldnât talk to nobody. They brought him into Paris there and I guess he hung two guys. I donât know if this Slovik28 is one I arrested or not. The kid they shot for desertion. Eisenhower says thatâs the only guy that was ever executed for it. Thatâs what burns me up, when a gross of them that I know of were executed for probably more minor things than what Slovik was. They said he was the only one. We had to make a show of it. The son-of-a-bitches.
How goddamn foolish it is, the war. Theyâs no war in the world thatâs worth fightinâ for, I donât care where it is. They canât tell me any different. Money, money is the thing that causes it all. I wouldnât be a bit surprised that the people that start wars and promote âem are the men that make the money, make the ammunition, make the clothing and so forth. Just think of the poor kids that are starvinâ to death in Asia and so forth that could be fed with how much you make one big shell out of.
This European war was cruel, no question about it. But the airplane has come in its own, nuclear weapons ... We donât be in this world for long.
JOSEPH SMALL
On the night of July 17, 1944, two transport vessels loading ammunition at the Port Chicago (California) naval base on the Sacramento River were suddenly engulfed in a gigantic explosion. The incredible blast wrecked the naval base and heavily damaged the small town of Port Chicago, located 1½ miles away. Some 320 American sailors were killed instantly. The two ships and the large loading pier were totally annihilated. Windows were shattered in towns 20 miles away and the glare of the explosion could be seen in San Francisco, some 35 miles away. It was the worst home-front disaster of World War Two.... Of the navy personnel who died in the blast, mostâsome 200 ammunition loadersâwere black.
âThe Black Scholar,
spring 1982 dp n="409" folio="393" ?Somerset, New Jersey. âWe have a very quiet community here. The neighbor on my right is white. The neighbor on my left is black. We watch each otherâs property. â The small homes, mostly frame, indicate a working-class neighborhood.
âI do repairs on homes. Iâm a carpenter, electrician, a plumber, a painter, a paperhanger. Whatever. I like working with my hands. I picked âem up along the way, trial and error. â
He is a devout Christian. On the wall, enframed: âAll Things Work Together for Good to Them That Love God. â In the front yard is an old church bus, which he drives. Bible Way Church Worldwide, Trenton, New Jersey. âIâm also an auto mechanic. I rebuilt the engine. âHe wasnât always religious. âI was a man of the world until 1968. In 1968, I heard the gospel preached in its fullness, and I heeded the word of God and was baptized in Jesusâ name. Since 1968, Iâve been saved. â
I went into the navy in 1943. I left Great Lakes, Illinois, as an apprentice seaman and was shipped to Port Chicago, California. It was a naval ammunition depot. Everybody above petty officer was white. All of the munition handlers was black. We off-loaded ammunition from boxcars and loaded it on ships. We handled every type of ammunition that was being shipped overseas, from .30-caliber ammunition shells to five-hundred-pound bombs. We worked around the clock, twenty-four hours, three shifts.
I was an ammunition handler until they discovered that I had the ability to operate a winch. I had no training, but from close observation of the winch operator, I learned how to do it. If I watch somebody do it, Iâll do it.
There was constant discussion by the men about the dangers. We got into arguments frequently. I personally had several altercations with my superior. I always received an answer: If it explodes, you wonât know anything about it.
The explosives came on boxcars. When we first got there, we loaded only on one side. The ship was moored on one side. It later expanded to a ship on either side of the dock. We were pitted one against the other divisions. If my division put on three thousand tons of ammunition during our shift, the next division had to beat that tonnage. We were pushed by our officers. They bet between them as to what division would put on the most tonnage at any given time.
We complained that it would add danger to the already dangerous job. But we were assured that since there were no detonators in any of the shells or bombs, it was impossible for them to go off. None of us believed that.
We worked under these conditions because we had no alternative. If you complained, you got KP or you got restricted to the base or you got extra duty. We were sailors, under government jurisdiction. So we worked.
Now, there was an attempt...