Baltimore the Second Capital of the United States

Baltimore the Second Capital of the United States

20 December 1776 - As British troops closed in on Philadelphia at the end of 1776, the Continental Congress decided to abandon the city and flee south to the safer haven of Baltimore. Bypassing the city’s old courthouse, delegates instead convened on December 20, 1776, inside the spacious house and tavern of Henry Fite. The three-story brick building, redubbed “Congress Hall,” was among the largest in Baltimore and outside the possible artillery range of the British navy. Warmed by the two fireplaces inside the house’s long chamber, delegates learned of Washington’s crossing of the Delaware River and his surprise victories at Trenton and Princeton. With the British threat to Philadelphia blunted, the Continental Congress reconvened inside Independence Hall on March 4, 1777. Fire destroyed the Henry Fite House in 1904.

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Did you know just after the Declaration of Independence was issued, the 'Capital' moved from Philadelphia to Baltimore on December 12, 1776?  Just in time for the first American Christmas of 1776! Congress was under war pressure from the UK, so it was decided to head south for safety - Baltimore, Maryland that is.

The colors of Baltimore's Congressional Capital Heritage Flag are taken from the flag of Maryland and mixed with the modern design of the District of Columbia, which was a part of Maryland during the American Revolution.

The newly independent nation of America opened for business in Baltimore Maryland on December 20, 1776 at the Henry Fite House.  Thus the first Christmas, New Years, and Ground Hog Day for the capital city of USA B.C. - USA Before the Constitution took place in Baltimore, Maryland.

In a weird way it foreshadowed that a part of Maryland would sacrifice a part of herself, which would become the permanent Capital of Washington DC.

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The Secret History of City Slave Trade

The secret history of city slave trade; Blacks and whites alike of modern-day Baltimore have ignored the story of the jails that played a key role in the U.S. slave trade of the 1800s.

SCOTT SHANETHE BALTIMORE SUN

ON JULY 24, 1863, three weeks after the Battle of Gettysburg, Union officers freed the inmates of a slave trader's jail on Pratt Street near the Baltimore harbor. They found a grisly scene.

"In this place I found 26 men, 1 boy, 29 women and 3 infants," Col. William Birney of the U.S. Colored Troops wrote to his commanding officer. "Sixteen of the men were shackled and one had his legs chained together by ingeniously contrived locks connected by chains suspended to his waist."

The slaves were confined in sweltering cells or in the bricked-in yard of "Camliu's slave-pen," where "no tree or shrub grows" and "the mid-day sun pours down its scorching rays," Birney wrote. Among those imprisoned was a 4-month-old born in the jail and a 24-month-old who had spent all but the first month of his life behind bars.

The liberation of the slave jails marked the end of a brutal Baltimore institution whose story remains unknown except to a handful of local historians.

For a half-century before the Civil War, more than a dozen slave traders operated from harborside storefronts along Pratt and adjacent streets. Some advertised regularly in The Sun and other papers, declaring "5,000 Negroes Wanted" or "Negroes! Negroes! Negroes!" In an 1845 city directory, "Slave Dealers" are listed between "Silversmiths" and "Soap."

Out-of-town dealers would routinely stop for a week at Barnum's or another downtown hotel and place newspaper advertisements declaring their desire to buy slaves.

A routine spectacle was the dreary procession of black men, women and children in chains along Pratt Street to Fells Point, where ships waited to carry them south to New Orleans for auction. Weeping family members would follow their loved ones along the route; they knew their parting might be forever, as there would be no way to know where slaves shipped south would end up.

The grim drama in Baltimore was part of a major industry. Though the United States banned the import of slaves in 1808, the domestic slave trade thrived, as the need for labor shrank in the Chesapeake area and boomed in the Deep South, where the cotton gin had revolutionized agriculture. Between 1790 and 1859, according to one scholar's estimate, more than 1 million slaves were "sold south," most of them from Virginia and Maryland.

The broken families and severed relationships resulting from this commerce were a human catastrophe that can be compared in scale, if not in violence or death toll, to the original tragedy of the Middle Passage. Scholars estimate that perhaps 11 million captured Africans survived the journey to the Americas, but most went to Brazil and the Caribbean; only about 650,000 came to the colonies that would become the United States.

Yet the story of the domestic slave trade has been swallowed in America's long amnesia about slavery in general.

"A dream of mine would be to have a little Baltimore tour -- not showing where Frederick Douglass worked in Fells Point or where Thurgood Marshall lived, but where the slave traders were, where the slaves were whipped," says Ralph Clayton, a librarian at the central Pratt library and a historian who has authored most of the few works on the city's slave trade. "But I've run into many people of both races who say, 'Why are you digging this up? Leave it alone.'"

'Slave Pen'

Agnes Kane Callum, dean of Maryland's African-American genealogists, remembers seeing a still-standing slave jail as a girl in the 1930s. Her father would take the family on Sunday drives and point out a hulking brick building with barred windows at Pratt and Howard streets.

"He called it a slave pen," recalls Callum, 74, a North Baltimore grandmother who has researched slavery for 30 years. "He'd say, 'That was where my grandmother was held.'" The slave dealer sold Callum's great-grandmother, who had been snatched as a girl from a beach in the Cape Verde Islands off West Africa, to a plantation in St. Mary's County.

Camliu's and all the other physical evidence of Baltimore's once-thriving slave trade has been erased by demolition and redevelopment. But its history can be pieced together from surviving documents.

The slave jails served several purposes. Slave owners leaving for a trip could check their slaves into a jail to ensure they would not flee. Travelers stopping in Baltimore could lock up their slaves overnight while they slept at a nearby inn. Unwanted slaves or those considered unreliable because of runaway attempts could be sold and housed at the jail until a ship was ready to take them south, usually to New Orleans.

The slave ships anchored off Fells Point, which the traders' generally preferred because of fear of interference from the large number of free blacks working at the Inner Harbor, says Clayton. He has researched the story of an Amistad-style rebellion by slaves on one ship, the Decatur, southbound from Baltimore. The Sun carried ads for the ships' regular runs from Baltimore to New Orleans.

By the Civil War, while slaves outnumbered free blacks in Maryland, in Baltimore there were 10 free people of color for every slave. Yet the slave trade posed a constant threat to free African-Americans, who were in danger of being kidnapped and sold into slavery.

In fact, the warden of the Baltimore County jail ran regular newspaper notices listing black men and women he had arrested on suspicion of being runaways but who claimed to be free. Each notice would include a detailed description and the admonition, "The owner of the above described negro man is requested to come forward, prove property, pay charges and take him away, otherwise he will be discharged according to law."

The great abolitionist Frederick Douglass recalled witnessing the traffic in slaves as a boy in the 1820s: "I lived on Philpot Street, Fells Point, and have watched from the wharves, the slave ships in the basin ... with their cargoes of human flesh, waiting for favorable winds to waft them down the Chesapeake. In the deep still darkness of midnight, I have often been aroused by the dead heavy footsteps, and the piteous cries of the chained gangs that passed our doors."

At that time, the city's leading slave trader was Austin Woolfolk. Woolfolk won notoriety for beating up Benjamin Lundy, a Baltimore abolitionist, who had referred to him in his journal, Genius of Universal Emancipation, as a "monster in human shape." Lundy took Woolfolk to court, but the judge -- pro-slavery in his sympathies, like most white Baltimoreans -- took note of the provoking nature of the name-calling and fined the slave trader only $1.

In The Sun in 1838, Hope H. Slatter, a Georgia-born trader who succeeded Woolfolk as Baltimore's leading trafficker in human beings, announced under the heading "Cash for Negroes" the opening of a private jail at Pratt and Howard, "not surpassed by any establishment of the kind in the United States." Slatter offered to house and feed slaves there for 25 cents a day, declaring: "I hold myself bound to make good all jail breaking or escapes from my establishment."

To keep the supply flowing, Slatter added: "Cash and the highest prices will at all times be given for likely slaves of both sexes. ... Persons having such property to dispose of, would do well to see me before they sell, as I am always purchasing for the New Orleans market."

Facing complaints about the grim procession of chained human beings along Pratt Street, Slatter found a solution of sorts: He hired newfangled, horse-drawn "omnibuses" to move the slaves to the Fells Point docks. He would follow on horseback.

"The trader's heart was callous to the wailings of the anguished mother for her child. He heeded not the sobs of the young wife for her husband," wrote one abolitionist eyewitness whose account was discovered by Clayton.

"I saw a mother whose very frame was convulsed with anguish for her first born, a girl of 18, who had been sold to this dealer and was among the number then shipped. I saw a young man who kept pace with the carriages, that he might catch one more glimpse of a dear friend, before she was torn forever from his sight. As she saw him, she burst into a flood of tears, sorrowing most of all that they should see each other's faces no more," the abolitionist wrote.

Families Broken Up

Though Slatter assured customers and critics -- among them the abolitionist poet John Greenleaf Whittier -- that he never broke up families, Clayton found records suggesting that the claim was marketing fraud, designed to salve the consciences of owners unloading their slaves for cash. He found a manifest listing two girls ages 6 and 4 among the slaves Slatter was shipping south on one ship; their last names were different from one another and from those of all the adults on board.

"In states like Maryland," Charles MacKay, a visitor from Scotland, wrote just before the Civil War, "slavery exists in its most repulsive form; for the owner, having no use for superabundant Negroes, seems to acknowledge no duties or responsibilities toward them, but breeds them as he would cattle, that he may sell them in the best market. ... The owners have little compunction in selling the wife without the husband, or both without the children, according to the caprice or wants of the purchaser."

The agonizing consequences of the trade is captured in an 1854 flier preserved in the archives of the Maryland Historical Society.

The flier, circulated by a white Baltimore preacher, sought donations to buy the freedom of 18-year-old Eliza Rogers. Rogers had been hired out by her owner to work as a servant in another family, a common practice in the city. But when the owner decided to sell Rogers, he merely notified a slave trader, who took the young woman from her employer's house and prepared to sell her south.

Rogers' mother was particularly distraught, the flier said, because she had lost another daughter in the same manner four years earlier, "of whom she has never since heard." Rogers' stepfather, a free man, had offered to bind himself to service to work off the $850 necessary to buy her freedom. But the slave trader was unwilling to wait, so the preacher, identified as S. Guiteau, was trying to raise the necessary sum.

"Let mothers and daughters imagine the case their own," Guiteau wrote, "and they cannot but act with promptness."

Reopening Old Wounds

Why have such spellbinding stories so rarely been told? Callum, the Baltimore genealogist, attributes it to the reluctance of both races to reopen the wound left by slavery.

"White people naturally don't want anyone to know their ancestors owned slaves," Callum says. But black people, too, have kept silent, she says. Callum's maternal grandfather was born into slavery, but when the subject arose, the old man would declare, "No man owned me!"

"His voice was so full of emotion, a hush would fall over the room," Callum recalls, sitting in her North Baltimore rowhouse surrounded by the tools of the genealogical trade.

"Some black people still feel that way today, six generations later," she says. "But we cannot let people forget our holocaust, the black holocaust of slavery."

Scott Shane is a reporter for The Sun.

Pub Date: 06/20/99

 

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Revolver Speedloader History

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Like most firearms, the revolver suffers from a very annoying limitation that affects virtually anyone using it in the field: once you fire every chamber, the gun needs to be reloaded. Most of the time (meaning range time), reloading is a minor albeit sometimes irritating inconvenience and time is a no issue. Sometimes however, a bad person or animal is attempting to end your existence and, under the stress of this real-life situation, time is a priceless luxury. It was for just these occasions that the speed loader was created.

THE EARLY DAYS

The first revolver speed loader patented was that of William H. Bell in 1879. Bell’s device was a simple metal disk with a rotating locking mechanism that held six revolver rounds. When used with a top-break revolver of the time, such as the Smith and Wesson Lemon squeezer, the speed loader would drop six ready rounds in the cylinder extremely rapidly. It is unclear if Bell’s device ever was manufactured, but it certainly seems like the first of its species.

In 1893, one Mr. William de Courcy Prideaux, a subject of Queen Victoria, patented a device he referred to as a ‘cartridge-packet holder’. This device was a circular disc through which 12 spring-steel fingers protruded in six pairs. Each pair held one .455 caliber round for the British Webley style revolver. A later 1914 improved design added a bridge-like handle to the rear of the plate.

Prideaux’s device became popular with professional army officers and discerning

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Webley owners in the UK as they allowed the revolver to be reloaded very fast and very efficiently in a high-stress situation (even in total darkness). As you might expect, these neat little gems saw combat with British officers who bought and brought them to the Boer war and later WWI. Today if you are lucky enough to find a real one, they often run $300 or more with collectors.

Although Mr. Prideaux sold many of his devices and even experienced some competition from one Major Arthur Watson who produced a similar loader, by 1919, with the rise of the semi-automatic, revolver speed loaders entered a stage of hibernation.

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ENTER THE PLASTICS

Despite near universal interest in the new semi-automatic handgun design by militaries around the world, one notable gun toting demographic clung to their wheelguns well into the late 1970s: American law-enforcement officers.  For the most part of the 20th century, American police were issued revolvers and if they even carried reloads for them at all, they did so single cartridge belt-loops or in dump pouches.

Dump pouches were so notoriously ineffective that officers typically crammed seven rounds into them rather than six so when they inevitably dropped one, it was no big loss. By the middle of the century, the speed reloader was due for a Renaissance.

Pachmayr of Los Angeles built a rubber-plastic speed loader to the design of J.M. Hunt

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in the 1950s and Matich produced a similar loader in 1965 but they were not very successful. In 1968 Dade Machine Screw Products produced an all-plastic framed revolver speed loader that carried six rounds to line up with the S&W K-frame, L-frame, and Colt revolvers of the day. To make them cheap, light, easy to make and dependable, Dade constructed the body of the speed loader from plastic.  A spring steel loop held the tension on the base of the cartridge to keep them from falling out. Once aligned with the open and empty cylinder of the revolver, a center push-button was pressed to drop the rounds into the chambers. This meant that the average shooter after a little practice could reload their revolver in under four-seconds whereas reloading each individual chamber by hand often took several times as long.

Dade loaders were the top of the line gee-whiz geardo invention of their time and, like the earlier speed loaders, individual police officers across the country began to buy them with their own money. The fictional San Francisco Police Inspector Harry Callahan in the Dirty Harry movies carried Dade speed loaders for his .44 Magnum, which no doubt, contributed to the enthusiasm of their adoption. By the late 1970s, enough speed loaders were out there that departments started buying them for their officers and training in their use. This saw two other companies, HKS and Safariland begin to produce their own, much improved versions of the plastic-bodied circular revolver speed loader.

SPEEDLOADERS TODAY

Today, decades after the semi-automatic pistol supposedly stuck the last a nail in the coffin of the wheel gun era, there are more speed loader options than ever. Safariland offers their popular Comp-series in no less than three different models for CCW,

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police, and competition use for almost any 5-6-7-8 shot revolver out there. HKS still provides their twist-knob speed loaders, which are standard in security and law enforcement circles that still issue revolvers. There have probably been more HKS Model-10A speed loaders made than there are revolvers to fit them.

For those looking for something different, many smaller shops build custom and near-custom presentation-grade speed loaders to order.  One of the better known of these smaller players is Five Star Firearms who make their loaders from high-grade billet aluminum with stainless steel inner workings. They even make an anodized green ‘zombie’ speed loader (of course!) complete with engraved biohazard markings.

For an accessory that is over 130-years old, the speed loader just keeps evolving. Looks like Mr. Bell was really onto something way back in 1879.

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Parking Meter History

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The History of Parking Meters in Baltimore City 
From 1937 to the Present

Introduction

Parking meters have long been a fixture of urban life, designed to manage congestion, encourage turnover of spaces, and generate revenue for cities. Invented in the 1930s as a response to growing automobile use, they first appeared in Oklahoma City in 1935, where the "Black Maria" meter charged a nickel for an hour of parking. Baltimore, like many American cities, grappled with traffic issues in the post-Depression era, leading to proposals for meters as early as 1937. However, implementation was delayed by opposition and bureaucratic hurdles, with the first meters not installed until 1955. Over the decades, Baltimore's parking meter system has evolved from simple coin-operated devices to sophisticated digital networks integrated with mobile apps. This article traces that history, drawing on key events, technological shifts, and administrative changes up to the present day in 2026.

Early Proposals and Opposition (1937–1954)

The story of parking meters in Baltimore begins in the summer of 1937, when the City Council first considered installing them to address mounting traffic congestion in business districts. Inspired by successes in other cities—such as Oklahoma City's pioneering use of meters from the Magee-Hale Park-O-Meter Company—the proposal aimed to regulate curb parking and improve traffic flow. However, it faced immediate resistance. Police Commissioner Charles D. Gaither opposed the idea, arguing that meters would exacerbate downtown traffic problems rather than solve them.

In 1938, an ordinance was introduced requesting just 56 meters, but it failed amid vociferous opposition from the Police Department and the American Automobile Association (AAA). Mayor Howard Jackson's administration shelved the plan, and the debate simmered for years. Proposals resurfaced annually, often tied to broader traffic reforms, but were repeatedly stalled by concerns over enforcement, costs, and public backlash. By the early 1950s, Baltimore remained one of the few major U.S. cities without parking meters, a point highlighted by traffic experts.

The turning point came in 1954 under the influence of Henry A. Barnes, Baltimore's innovative but controversial traffic director. Barnes, known for his aggressive urban planning, requested 1,177 meters with varying time limits: 12-minute, 24-minute, one-hour, and two-hour options, all at a rate of 1 cent per 12 minutes. His goal was to combat "squatters"—drivers who parked all day in prime spots—and promote quicker turnover for shoppers and visitors.

Installation and Early Expansion (1955–1960s)

On March 5, 1955, the bill authorizing nearly 3,000 meters on about 40 business streets was signed into law by Mayor Thomas D'Alesandro Jr. By August, the City Board of Estimates awarded contracts to the Duncan-Miller Parking Meter Corporation of Chicago for 2,490 mechanical meters at a cost of $114,237, with later automatic models from the Dual Parking Meter Company. The first meter was installed on North Avenue on November 1, 1955, followed quickly by others on Charles Street. Rates were set at a nickel per hour for private vehicles, with higher fees for commercial trucks, such as 25 cents for two hours for semi-trailers in areas like Sam Smith Park near the waterfront.

Expansion was swift under Barnes' direction. By 1956, meters reached Eastern and Pennsylvania Avenues, near Cross Street Market, and business districts in Waverly and Highlandtown. Enforcement initially fell to the Baltimore Police Department's Traffic Enforcement unit. In 1958, tensions arose when the U.S. Marshal refused to fund meters on federal property near the Battle Monument, citing unreserved spaces for government vehicles.

By 1961, a dedicated "Meter Maid" unit was formed, consisting of 10 female officers and a sergeant, to handle violations more efficiently. This period marked meters as a major downtown feature, with their revenue helping fund traffic improvements. By the early 1990s, the city boasted 11,700 meters, generating $5.3 million annually.

Technological Advancements and the Parking Authority Era (1970s–2000s)

The 1970s and 1980s saw incremental updates, but significant modernization began with the establishment of the Parking Authority of Baltimore City (PABC). In 1979, the City Council passed an ordinance creating a Parking Enterprise Fund, laying groundwork for more professional management. However, city-owned garages and lots were often criticized as dark, dirty, and underutilized.

In 2000, Ordinance 2000-71 formally created the PABC as a quasi-governmental agency to oversee planning, development, and operations of parking infrastructure. Operations began in 2001, shifting enforcement from police to Parking Control Agents under the PABC. This marked a professionalization of the system, with the PABC managing 13 garages, 20 lots, and thousands of meters.

A key upgrade came in 2004 with the introduction of "pay and display" meters (also called EZ Park Meters), which required drivers to print and display receipts on their dashboards. These multi-space machines replaced many single-space coin-operated ones, allowing for credit card payments and easier rate adjustments. By the mid-2010s, the PABC celebrated its 15th anniversary in 2016, highlighting improvements in meter technology and garage maintenance.

Recent Developments and Current System (2010s–2026)

The 2020s brought further digitization. In 2021, the PABC completed replacing all pay-and-display meters with "pay by license plate" systems from vendors like IPS and Flowbird. This eliminated the need for dashboard receipts; instead, enforcement officers scan plates to check payment status via a central database. Rates vary by location, typically $0.40 to $3.25 per hour, with meters active from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., Monday to Saturday (some on Sundays). Mobile apps like ParkMobile allow users to pay and extend time remotely.

The COVID-19 pandemic disrupted enforcement, with rules suspended for much of 2020–2021, leading to a drop in tickets. In March 2025, the city reinstated 24-hour enforcement to address illegal parking, resulting in a surge of citations—primarily for expired tags—and boosting revenue. As of 2026, the PABC oversees over 900 multi-space and 4,000 single-space meters, plus 3,600 reserved residential disabled spots and 50 Residential Permit Parking areas issuing over 30,000 permits yearly. Meters are free on holidays like New Year's Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

In late 2025, Mayor Brandon Scott signed zoning reforms eliminating parking minimums for new developments to encourage housing and reduce car dependency, potentially impacting future meter demand. The PABC continues to focus on data-driven strategies, including mobile payments and garage renovations, to enhance equity and efficiency. Revenue from meters supports broader transportation initiatives, reflecting their enduring role in Baltimore's urban fabric.

Conclusion

From a contentious proposal in 1937 to a digitized network in 2026, Baltimore's parking meters illustrate the city's adaptation to automotive growth and technological progress. What began as a simple tool for traffic control has become integral to revenue generation and urban planning. As Baltimore evolves, so too will its parking systems, balancing convenience, enforcement, and sustainability.

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The first working fully coin operated operational parking meter was designed in 1935 by an engineering professor at Oklahoma Agricultural and Mechanical College (now Oklahoma State University), Holger George Thuesen, and former engineering student and 1927 OSU graduate, Gerald A. Hale. The parking meter was dubbed the “Black Maria.”

Work began on the parking meter in 1933 at the request of Oklahoma City lawyer and newspaper editor Carlton C. Magee (January 1872 – February 1946).

Why would anyone, anywhere, place the scourge of parking meters upon the globe, you ask?  Who was Carlton C. Magee?  We, too, asked the same questions.

As history goes, in the pre-1930s, there was free, unregulated reign on downtown parking in Anywhere, USA.  There wasn’t any regulated parking in Oklahoma City either, as it turns out. Since retail employees occupied most of the available parking spaces, there was no room for customers to park. Traffic back-ups were a persistent problem, clogged streets added to the congestion, and shoppers/motorists impatiently honked their horns for mercy and a place to park. But most of all, businesses were losing revenue as shoppers went elsewhere.  It was high time that someone launched a way to regulate parking.  

Enter Carlton C. Magee, who recently moved from New Mexico to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, in 1927.  That’s just before the opening of the Oklahoma City Oil Field in 1928. The enormous oilfield added security to the state’s economy during the Great Depression and produced some 7.3 million oil barrels over the next 40 years.

With big business comes people, and with people comes cars.  (Statistics reveal that between 1913 and 1930, the number of vehicles registered in Oklahoma shot up from 3,000 to an astronomical 500,000.  Great balls of fire, that’s a lot of cars.)

Anyways, Carlton had previously worked as a reporter for an Albuquerque newspaper and exposed the Teapot Dome scandal and testified against Secretary of the Interior Albert B. Fall. Keeping all this in mind, it’s safe to say Carlton must’ve been a bulldog for solving pressing issues. 

As January 1933 approached, the parking problem was well out of hand and then some. Downtown Oklahoma City retailers, local government, and Chamber of Commerce, all feeling the pinch of revenue losses and searching for a resolution, launched a traffic committee with Magee as its chairman. As it turns out, Carlton was in the right place at the right time–he was the perfect individual to chair the parking committee.

first parking meterMagee felt the best resolution to the parking dilemma was to assess a charge for parking.  But how?  Magee explained that employing a mechanical timer in each space would solve the City’s headaches.  To further demonstrate his idea, Magee developed a rudimentary prototype.  He also applied for its’ patent on December 21, 1932, and established the Magee-Hale Park-O-Meter Company.

Aware that his prototype wasn’t hitting on all cylinders, Magee launched a design competition with prize money of $160 for the winning design and $240 for the submission of a working model. The contest ran from February 17 through May 6, 1933.  open to the Oklahoma Agricultural and Mechanical College students to design a working prototype. Though a variety of designs were presented, students weren’t able to assemble a working model.

Thuesen and Hale stepped up to the plate (parking meter) when all hope seemed lost and created Magee’s prototype. The prototype withstood the test of durability and time–cost-efficient, weather-resistant, and security proof.  They hit paydirt.

Anxious to test the meter’s effectiveness, they were installed on one side of the street in Oklahoma City for a test run. The initial cost for the meters was 5 cents an hour.  The meters seemed to be the answer the city retailers, local government, and the Chamber of Commerce was seeking.   Three days after their installation, retailers across the street appealed to the local government to install meters on their side of the street. Oklahoma City’s traffic movement improved, and the traffic jams were resolved. 

Industrial production started on the parking meter in 1936.  Magee received a patent for the improved parking meter apparatus on May 24, 1938. (In the fairness of history, it’s important to note that the first patent for a parking meter was filed by Roger W. Babson ten years earlier, on August 30, 1928. The parking meter’s power was derived from a parked vehicle’s battery-thus necessitating a unique connection from the vehicle to the meter.)

The parking meter models were based on a coin acceptor, a dial to employ the device, and an obvious indicator to register the paid session’s termination. The metered model endured for more than 40 years, with a few minor changes to its exterior design–the double-headed design for incorporating two adjoining parking spaces alongside the inclusion of new materials and production procedures.

Interesting facts:

The world’s first installed parking meter was installed at the corner of First Street and Robinson Avenue in downtown Oklahoma City on July 16, 1935.

Reverend CH North of Oklahoma City was given the first ticket ever issued for a parking meter violation in 1935.  North took the parking meter company to court.  He lost his case. 

In 1936, M.H. Rhodes Inc. of Hartford, Connecticut, started making meters for the Mark-Time Parking Meter Company of Miami. Rhodes meters were distinctly different from Magee’s design because only the driver’s action of turning a handle was needed to keep the spring-wound.  In contrast, Magee’s meters required a specialist to wind the spring occasionally.

The Magee-Hale Park-O-Meter Company later changed its name to POM (the initials of Park-O-Meter) and is still active in producing parking meters today. 

In 1960, New York City retained its first crew of “meter maids”; all were women. In 1967 the first man was hired as a ‘meter maid.”

In the mid-1980s, a digital version parking meter was introduced, transitioning the mechanical components with electronic components: boards, keyboards, and displays. 

By the beginning of the 1990s, millions of parking meter units were marketed around the world. Today, new solutions, including collective pay and display machines and new payment forms, are developed along with electronic money and communication technologies.

References:

History Lesson: https://www.parking-net.com/parking-industry-blog/history-lesson-the-first-parking-meter

Oklahoma Historical Society

Parking meter – Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parking_meter

 

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Inspector John Schueler Sr

John Schueler Sr. born 10 April 1897 later became a Baltimore City Police Officer. There are many articles about his career in law enforcement. He became a Patrolman in 1919 at age 22, by age 30 he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant, three years later he was again promoted this time to the rank of Lieutenant. By age 36 he was a Captain, and then ten years later at age 46 he was promoted to the rank of Inspector.

He was the first Director of the Police Boys Club and the youngest Inspector the department had seen in his time. 

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In trying to guess the date of the above pictures we take the following into consideration, and hope the information will help, educate us on the years many changes took place, and perhaps help with dating other pictures with some of the clues we find or don't find here.
 

1944 - 7 Nov 1908 to 7 Oct 1944 - BPD wore the round hats. This was right after the Bobby helmet, and before 8-point hats seen today.
1952 - 28 June 1952 - The department started using a Single Rocker type shoulder patch on the left shoulder. No shoulder patch tells us it was before the 1952 date
1966 - 29 April 1966 - The Nameplate was first worn by City Police Officers, no nameplate tells us this was before the 1966 date
1966 - 1 July 1966 - The title/rank "Inspector" ends, and the new rank Deputy Commissioner takes its place. Seeing Inspector on his hat device tells us, this was prior to that 1966 date.

The “Round hat,” tells us all we need to know here, but the other info is interesting for us BPD history nerds.

If I had to guess, I would say this was taken on or around the day he was promoted to Inspector which would have been in 1943 the year prior to our hat changing from the round hat to the 8-point hat.

  

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David Simon Made Baltimore Detectives Famous

Now Their Cases Are Falling Apart.
Has reality caught up to the “Murder Police”?

By Lara Bazelon

This story was produced in partnership with the Garrison Project, an independent, nonpartisan organization addressing the crisis of mass incarceration and policing.

At 7:45 p.m. on December 27, 1986, Faheem Ali was shot dead in the streets of Baltimore. No physical evidence tied anyone to the killing, and no eyewitnesses immediately came forward. But Baltimore homicide detectives Thomas Pellegrini, Richard Fahlteich, and Oscar “The Bunk” Requer were not going to give up easily.

Requer was later immortalized as a central character in David Simon’s iconic HBO series The Wire. As Simon wrote in the afterword for his acclaimed 1991 nonfiction book Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets, Requer “lives on in Wendell Pierce’s portrayal of the legendary Bunk Moreland on The Wire, right down to the ubiquitous cigar.” Pellegrini, meanwhile, was the jumping-off point for Detective Tim Bayliss, a character in the long-running television show Homicide: Life on the Street, which was inspired by Simon’s book. Requer and Pellegrini are among a constellation of Baltimore Police Department officers who have, through Simon’s work, defined what it means to be a homicide detective in the popular imagination — and whose biggest cases are starting to fall apart or have been overturned.

Determined to find out who killed Faheem Ali, Pellegrini, Fahlteich, and Requer homed in on 12-year-old Otis Robinson, who was outside when the shooting happened. They allegedly brought Robinson and his mother to the police station and separated them, questioning the seventh-grader alone. Robinson told the detectives that when he left his house to go to the corner store, he saw a few men across the street in conversation, though he didn’t notice much in the dark. As he continued walking toward the store, he heard a gunshot and fled.

Even though Robinson insisted he could not identify a shooter, the detectives showed him an array of photos, including one of Gary Washington, a 25-year-old Black man, according to a lawsuit Washington filed against the city and the detectives in 2019. Robinson knew Washington, but he made clear that he did not see who shot Ali. The detectives wrote down this statement.

Then, according to the lawsuit, the questioning took a turn. “Cooperate,” the detectives allegedly told the 12-year-old, “or you’ll never see your mother again.” Unless Robinson identified the shooter, the officers allegedly continued, he could be charged with homicide.  Robinson “crumbled under the pressure” of threats from the detectives, according to the lawsuit, and signed a second statement falsely identifying Washington as the shooter. His first statement was never turned over to prosecutors or defense attorneys for Washington. (Attorneys for the defendants have denied liability in court pleadings but declined to comment, stating that they were “constrained to speak only through the judicial process.”)

Five months later, Pellegrini testified at a pretrial hearing. The lawsuit says he “committed perjury” by telling the court that Robinson was not threatened or coerced when he implicated Washington. The next day, Washington was tried on first-degree murder and weapons charges. On the witness stand, Robinson testified that Washington was the shooter. Washington’s attorneys called multiple witnesses who testified that the killer was a man named Lawrence Thomas, but the jury believed Robinson. As a judge later wrote, “For all intents and purposes, Otis Robinson was the state’s entire case.” Washington was convicted of Ali’s murder and sentenced to life in prison.

Robinson recanted his testimony in 1996 to an investigator for Washington. He did the same in court in 1999 and again in 2017, explaining he had been strong-armed by detectives. In 2018, a judge overturned Washington’s conviction. In 2019, the Baltimore City State’s Attorney’s Office dismissed the charges against him. Lauren Lipscomb, the deputy state’s attorney who oversees both the Conviction Integrity Unit and Police Integrity Unit, stated, “We respect the finding of the judge who found Robinson’s recantation credible. Evidence insufficiency is not the same as factual innocence and evidence insufficiency is the reason we dismissed.”

Washington, now 57, walked free. He spent more than three decades in prison. Whether the detectives who put him there will face any repercussions remains to be seen.

Since 1989, 25 men convicted of murder in Baltimore have been exonerated, according to the National Registry of Exonerations. Official misconduct was present in 22 of the cases. “The history of BPD officers and detectives withholding exculpatory evidence from the accused, coercing and threatening witnesses, fabricating evidence, and intentionally failing to conduct meaningful investigations is decades long,” wrote the attorneys for Clarence Shipley, a Baltimore man who spent 27 years in prison for a murder he did not commit before he was exonerated in 2018. “BPD’s misconduct in [Shipley’s] case,” they said, is “yet another chapter in the long story of BPD’s pattern and practice of wrongdoing during homicide investigations.”

Baltimore homicide detectives have coerced witnesses (including children), fabricated evidence, ignored alternative suspects, and buried all of that information deep in their files, attorneys for Washington and other exonerees say. “So much of this is a war mentality that is infused with a strong racist edge,” said Michele Nethercott, who retired in July as the director of the University of Baltimore Innocence Project. “It is a war out here and we just do whatever we have to do and if that means threatening kids and threatening witnesses, we will do it. They use the same tactics on the witnesses as they do on the suspects.”

More than a dozen such cases can be traced directly to misconduct by the Baltimore Police Department in the 1980s and 1990s. Many of the detectives accused of being bad actors — Pellegrini, Requer, Fahlteich, Donald Kincaid, Gary Dunnigan, Terrence McLarney, Jay Landsman, and several others — were chronicled in Simon’s book Homicide. Some of them, like Pellegrini, Landsman, and Requer, inspired beloved television characters on Homicide: Life on the Street or, later, The Wire.

On The Wire, Bunk’s supervisor was “Jay Landsman” just as in real life, Requer’s boss was Detective Sergeant Jay Landsman. Simon says the character John Munch in Homicide: Life on the Street was “a combination” of Dave Brown and Terry McLarney (though a caption in the 2006 edition of Homicide identifies Munch as being based on Landsman, too). McLarney has also been accused of misconduct. Brown, who died in 2013, is implicated in the suppression of evidence in Shipley’s lawsuit, though he is not named as a defendant. The lawsuit says that Brown and others “acted with impunity in an environment in which they were not adequately supervised” by McLarney and Landsman.

These men became bold-faced names in Homicide, Simon’s chronicle of the year he spent with their elite unit in 1988. The suspects say little other than to issue blanket denials or outright lies. And the dead of course cannot speak. So it is the “murder police” — an expletive-spewing, gallows-humored brotherhood — who take center stage. In Simon’s telling, they are stubborn, hard-drinking, and at times highly unpleasant. But the reader also comes to believe that they are dogged in their pursuit of justice.

“You are one of thirty-six investigators entrusted with the pursuit of the most extraordinary crimes: the theft of a human life,” Simon writes. “You speak for the dead. You avenge those lost to the world. Your paycheck may come from fiscal services, but goddammit, after six beers you can pretty much convince yourself that you work for the Lord himself.”

Read through the lens of what we now know about the criminal legal system, however, the book reveals a dark side to this God complex: an arrogance, overreach, and ends-justify-the-means mentality that resulted in wrongful convictions and ruined lives. The excruciating pressure Otis Robinson said that detectives used on him is on florid display.

In one scene, Simon describes how Pellegrini and Landsman attempt to solve the killing of a man named Roy Johnson. Potential witnesses are brought in, including a girl wearing a yellow miniskirt. Looking her over, Pellegrini thinks, Helluva body, too. When she refuses to cooperate, Landsman screams at her, “YOU’RE A LYING BITCH.”

Berating her fails to produce results, but Landsman continues, “You just got a charge, you lying piece of shit.” Then, as he leaves her alone in a cramped interrogation room, he calls out to Pellegrini, “NEUTRON THIS BITCH.” This is merely a request for a swab of her hands, but Simon writes that “Landsman wants to leave her stewing on it, hoping she’s in that box imagining that someone’s about to irradiate her until she glows.” It’s just one example of “the Landsman blitzkrieg,” which Simon tells the reader “often succeeded simply because of its speed.”

Detectives from Homicide worked on the cases of at least six of the 25 men exonerated for murder who are identified in the National Registry. One man, James Owens, was convicted in 1988 for the murder of a young woman and served 20 years in prison before he was exonerated by DNA evidence. James Thompson Jr., the state’s star witness against Owens, was interrogated multiple times by Pellegrini, his supervisor Landsman, and Detective Dunnigan. Each time, Thompson told a different story. The final version came after hours of coercion by detectives “to force him to fabricate a story,” according to a lawsuit filed by Owens. In 2018, Baltimore officials settled with Owens for $9 million, the largest settlement in the city’s history.

To date, legal settlements related to the Baltimore homicide unit have cost Maryland taxpayers at least $45 million. Eight exonerees have pending federal civil rights lawsuits. The detectives deny all wrongdoing, and their lawyers declined to comment for this story.

The list of wrongful convictions is growing: On December 21, Paul Madison’s conviction was vacated by a Baltimore City Circuit Court judge after he spent 30 years in prison for a murder he did not commit. Early this month, Baltimore announced an $8 million settlement to the family of Malcolm Bryant, who served 17 years for a murder he did not commit and died in 2017 at the age of 42.

Other cases that are not counted as exonerations by the National Registry raise similar concerns about Baltimore’s homicide detectives. Among them is Wendell Griffin, convicted of the shooting death of James William Wise in 1982. In a federal civil rights lawsuit filed in 2013, Griffin accused homicide detectives Kincaid and Brown, along with Landsman’s brother Jerry, of suppressing witness statements “excluding Mr. Griffin as the shooter.” In 2012, when public-records requests revealed that exculpatory evidence had never been shared with the prosecution or defense, Griffin accepted a plea to time served rather than face a retrial — and it was on that basis that his federal lawsuit was dismissed. While the State’s Attorney’s Office has previously cited that the known evidence supports Griffin’s guilty plea, Griffin is still fighting to clear his name. Lipscomb stated, “Our position is that it is a resolved case and I have no further comment.”

The Baltimore Police Department is not an outlier. In recent years, similarly ingrained misconduct has been revealed at police departments in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Kansas City, and Chicago. What is different is the veneer of gritty integrity that has long burnished the images of Baltimore’s homicide detectives.

“Overall, following those detectives on other cases from January 1988 to December 1988, I did not see police work in which evidence was purposely mishandled or in which exculpatory evidence was purposely ignored or obscured,” Simon wrote in an email to New York. “That may be because as a civilian, I didn’t recognize such moments, or because my presence during casework made such behavior prohibitive. I can’t say.”

Homicide recounts interrogation methods by detectives that few police departments would endorse today. These brutal, dehumanizing tactics come across as an ugly but necessary strategy to secure convictions. In Homicide, Simon writes that, in 1988, the Baltimore police’s murder clearance rate was 74 percent — in 2020, by contrast, the department’s clearance rate was 40.3 percent — and the reader is given no reason to believe that the numbers represent anything other than the guilty getting caught. If anything, Simon wrote at the time, Baltimore juries convicted too seldomly. “In truth,” he writes, “juries want to doubt.” As a result, “the chances of putting the wrong man in prison become minimal.” (In an email, Simon wrote that he would now reconsider his skepticism about the likelihood of wrongful convictions: “I minimized the chance of an investigative or prosecutorial error — never mind purposed misconduct — making it all the way to a jury and conviction; that chance is more substantial than I once believed.”)

Three decades later, the portrait of policing in Homicide lands differently. Maryland has just over 6 million residents, but in 2019 it ranked sixth in exonerations, tying with Florida, which has a population of nearly 22 million. Only Illinois, Pennsylvania, Texas, New York, Michigan, and California had higher totals. We are regularly informed of high-profile exonerations in Baltimore and elsewhere, including the men wrongly convicted of killing Malcolm X; Anthony Broadwater, cleared in the 1981 rape of best-selling author Alice Sebold; and Kevin Strickland, freed in November after spending 43 years in prison for a triple murder in Kansas City, Missouri, he did not commit.

But when Homicide was published in 1991, DNA testing was in its infancy, the Innocence Project did not exist, and wrongful convictions were viewed by many as a fever dream. In 1993, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia, roundly rejecting the argument that a prisoner could bring an appeal based solely on his innocence, wrote, “With any luck, we shall avoid ever having to face this embarrassing question again.”

In the criminal legal system, treating child suspects and witnesses like hardened adults was also a common practice, even though children are easily intimidated and vulnerable to coercion, and therefore likely to say whatever police want. The 1990s was the era of the “super-predator.” Coined by the Princeton political scientist John J. Dilulio, super-predators were conscienceless child criminals who roamed the streets committing rape, murder, and mayhem. To protect society — and especially their own communities — they had to be locked away.

Consider the case of Ransom Watkins, Alfred Chestnut, and Andrew Stewart Jr., all 16 when they were convicted in Baltimore in 1984 for the shooting death of 14-year-old DeWitt Duckett in his junior-high school so they could steal his jacket. Watkins, Chestnut, and Stewart were sentenced to serve life terms in an adult prison.

Midway through Homicide, a dramatic confrontation takes place between Watkins and Donald Kincaid, the Baltimore homicide detective who brought him down. It is the summer of 1988, and the Baltimore police have been enlisted to investigate a riot at the Maryland Penitentiary, where Watkins is serving his life sentence. Landsman and Kincaid set up shop in the deputy warden’s office, questioning a steady stream of shackled suspects. Most of the prisoners decline to speak with them, some less politely than others.

Watkins — described by Simon then as “a thick-framed nineteen-year-old monster” — has something to say, and it is not about the riot. Staring down Kincaid, the teenager asks, “How the hell do you sleep at night?” To which Kincaid replies, “I sleep pretty good. How do you sleep?”

Watkins retorts, “How do you think I sleep? How do I sleep when you put me here for something I didn’t do?” Angry and on the verge of tears, Watkins continues, “You lied then and you lyin’ now.” Kincaid responds that Watkins is guilty. The teenager tries to argue, but Landsman cuts him off, calling for the guards to take him away. “We’re done with this asshole,” he says.

In November 2019, a Baltimore judge found Watkins, Chestnut, and Stewart factually innocent after the State’s Attorney’s Office conceded they were wrongfully convicted.

The case against Watkins, Chestnut, and Stewart — known as “the Harlem Park Three” — turned on the purported eyewitness testimony of four middle-schoolers. All have since recanted, claiming that they testified falsely under relentless threats and pressure from Kincaid and his partners John Barrick and Bryn Joyce. One of the witnesses, Ron Bishop, recently told The New Yorker that “if I didn’t tell them who did it, I could be charged with accessory to murder.” Bishop, 14 at the time, grew desperate: “I was thinking, Should I get a gun and blow my brains out? I was torn between committing suicide or, you know, go into court and tell these bunch of lies.”

Lipscomb called the detectives’ conduct in the Harlem Park Three case “appalling,” and said that “what was even more troubling was that they were putting these juvenile witnesses in a patrol car and taking them to [the police station] without their parents after they had given interviews to detectives with their parents in their homes. So there is one story when the parents are present and it appears that the detectives were not happy with that story and so they took the teenagers down to homicide.” According to Lipscomb, one witness, now an adult, heard his mother screaming outside the interview room demanding to know why police had taken her son without her knowledge.

Collectively, the Harlem Park Three served 108 years in prison. In March 2020, the state of Maryland awarded the three men nearly $9 million. In August 2020, they filed a federal civil rights lawsuit seeking unspecified damages for the violation of their civil rights. Attorneys for the three alleged that Kincaid’s investigation was sloppy and biased — Kincaid himself testified that he took no notes during the interviews. And according to the State’s Attorney’s Office, Kincaid told Watkins, “You have two things against you — you’re Black and I have a badge.” (Kincaid has denied all wrongdoing). “This triple exoneration,” their lawyers wrote, “is the largest wrongful conviction case in American history.”

While the Harlem Park Three grew into middle-age men behind bars, Michael Willis, the alleged murderer, went free. This, too, is attributed to the detectives’ misconduct. As Kincaid and his team pursued Watkins, Chestnut, and Stewart, they had evidence implicating Willis in Duckett’s murder, including witness statements that Willis threw away a gun and wore the victim’s jacket, all on the day of the murder. (Willis was murdered in 2002.) None of that information was turned over to the defense, as required by the 1963 U.S. Supreme Court ruling Brady v. Maryland.

Simon says that he accurately reported the encounter between Watkins and Kincaid.  He also wrote, “I didn’t cover any exonerated cases in 1988, the year I was permitted in the homicide unit. So my first-hand knowledge of the casework in question is nil.”

Watkins remembers the encounter differently, telling New York that Kincaid wanted him to provide information on the prison riot and that he didn’t even recognize Kincaid at first. He also disputed Simon’s physical description of him, stating that he was not particularly big at the time. “I think the word ‘monster,’ frankly of all the people we’ve seen come in and out, I would not call him a monster,” said Lipscomb. “This is a soft spoken, good-natured person.”

Just last month, Landsman, made famous in Homicide for his all-caps battering-ram interrogation method, became a defendant in yet another wrongful-conviction lawsuit. In a complaint filed in federal court on December 14, Shipley, the Baltimore man who served 27 years for a murder he did not commit, alleges that Landsman, McLarney, Robert Bowman, and Richard James — all depicted in Homicide — violated his rights and caused his wrongful conviction in the 1991 murder of Kevin Smith.

The complaint alleges that Landsman and McLarney, another squad leader in Homicide, failed to supervise when at least one detective hit 18-year-old Allan Scott over the head, chained him to a chair in the interrogation room, and refused him medical treatment for hours. The lawsuit alleges Scott gave false testimony in exchange for leniency related to pending theft charges. Shipley’s lawsuit also alleges that the detectives buried evidence implicating the real killer, Larry Davis, who died in 2005.

The lawsuit includes a photograph of a handwritten note from a Baltimore Police employee to Homicide detective David John Brown memorializing an October 26, 1991, phone call with the victim’s brother, Edward Smith. The note reads, “shooter is Larry Davis.” According to the lawsuit, “by the time trial began, the Officer Defendants had changed Edward Smith’s story from implicating Larry Davis to implicating Clarence Shipley. To secure the conviction of Mr. Shipley, the defendants made sure that key evidence, such as the note above, was not provided to Mr. Shipley and his lawyer. As a consequence, when Edward Smith took the stand and pointed the blame at Mr. Shipley, Mr. Shipley’s lawyer had no meaningful way to show that the morning after the murder, Mr. Smith had implicated Larry Davis — not Clarence Shipley.”

Homicide, now three decades old, is very much a product of a particular time and place in the annals of American criminal law. Nethercott, the former head of the University of Baltimore Innocence Project, says it is also “a cautionary tale for embedded journalism.” In the foreword to a 2006 edition of Homicide, writer and longtime Simon collaborator Richard Price addressed this critique: “Are writers like us, writers who are obsessed with chronicling in fact and fiction the minutiae of life in the urban trenches of America, writers who are in fact dependent in large part on the noblesse of the cops to see what we have to see, are we (oh shit …) police buffs?”

Price determines they aren’t, and Simon points out that his next book, The Corner, takes the point of view of those ”being policed and hunted” during the height of the war on drugs. And The Wire provides a kaleidoscope of perspectives from beautifully drawn characters, including cops who are blatantly violent and racist, which is central to why the show was groundbreaking and beloved by so many. “I believe in writing from the point of view of characters as a function of embedded narrative,” Simon said. “This doesn’t mean you don’t include the bad with the good, or change outcomes, but it does demand that you do your job and deliver the worldview of your protagonists for all to see.” Simon said that in both Homicide and The Corner, “the same process of empathetic embedding was employed regardless of where I stood.”

Still, Price’s question is worth considering. As Price noted, the kind of intimacy necessarily created by this kind of prolonged and up-close exposure gives rise to “an unavoidable empathy” for the writer’s subjects. It can also lead to a story that allows some characters the full complexity of three dimensions while flattening others, depriving them of their humanity and readers of the full story.

The detectives of Homicide, for their part, seem to have long been comfortable with Simon’s reporting. In an afterword to the 2006 edition, Simon wrote that they “requested remarkably few changes” when he showed them the manuscript. McLarney, who was later promoted to lieutenant, wrote in an addendum that he and his colleagues were “gratified” by Simon’s portrayal.

Nor do the detectives appear to have significant regrets about their careers. Jay Landsman retired in 1994 to work as a law enforcement officer for the county, where he was promoted to lieutenant in 2015. Reflecting back on his time in the Baltimore Police Department’s homicide unit, he told the Baltimore Sun, “I never had a bad day down there, I loved it.”

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From Lamplighter to Magistrate to Sheriff of Baltimore

Brooklyn Rising: Potee’s Army

From lamplighter to magistrate to sheriff of Baltimore, the colorful Brooklyn figure was a populist leader unlike any other

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Feb 18, 2020
 
By Rik Forgo
 

When motorists traveling in South Baltimore toward Brooklyn cross over the Hanover Street Bridge through the easternmost portion of Cherry Hill, they may scarcely realize that they are on Potee Street. That short stretch of highway between South Hanover Street and Ritchie Highway was known as Race Street for a short time in the early 1940s, but Brooklyn residents there asked for it to be renamed in honor of one of the town’s founding families, the Potees.

John E. Potee

And while the street’s name recognizes the entire family, one specific family member was on residents’ minds when the request was made by the Baltimore City Council in 1943: former Baltimore Sheriff John E. Potee.

John Potee was a popular and enigmatic figure in Anne Arundel County and Baltimore for nearly 40 years. He ascended a political ladder that his powerful father helped build, but started out as a lowly but affable lamplighter in his hometown of Brooklyn. He became a favorite of the local political machine and climbed from magistrate to sheriff of Anne Arundel County and then to sheriff of Baltimore in post-annexation Baltimore. He achieved success through his own unique brand of populism, which endeared him to the working class and later to industrial leaders and political heavyweights. But his initial success was built on the business and political foundation that his father, George, built in Brooklyn.

A Powerful Father Builds an Elite Family

The Potee family arrived in America in the early 1700s, supposedly on one of the Mayflower voyages. The family was said to have settled in the area that became Washington, D.C., and then fanned out across Maryland. Family patriarch Lewis Potee was born in 1716 in Joppa, Maryland, just northwest of Baltimore, according to Ancestry.com. His great-grandson, George Needham Potee, was born in 1830, and as an adolescent, he trained as a plasterer. With his brother Isaac, George took a job as an apprentice at the brickyards of George R. Rea on Washington Road in Curtis Bay. By the time he was 18, he had become foreman of William H. Pitcher’s brickyard in Baltimore and married the former Sarah Roche in 1850; the couple moved south of Baltimore to a then-emerging community, Brooklyn.

George and Sarah became one of the town’s first residents, and he started a successful business there as a well-digger and brickmaker. Brooklyn was just forming, and homes were being built steadily; his skills were in high demand. The Potee Brick Company made bricks for most of the construction in northern Anne Arundel County and southern Baltimore for more than 40 years. The business made him very wealthy, and, as its proprietor, George developed a knack for making powerful friends. Those friends trusted him well, and over the years, he was appointed to an array of high-level positions in northern Anne Arundel County, including tax collector, county commissioner, tobacco inspector, treasurer of the Brooklyn Banking Association, and chairman of Anne Arundel’s Democratic Committee. In 1884 and 1885, he was elected to represent Anne Arundel County’s District 5 as a member of the Maryland State Legislature.

George and Sarah settled at 11 South First Street in Brooklyn in the mid-1850s and had 16 children: 13 sons and three daughters. George continued to grow the business and worked with Richard Crisp and John Cromwell to secure approval for the Long Bridge, which connected Brooklyn to Baltimore. Meanwhile, Sarah, who was a leader in the temperance movement, led church campaigns to reign in drinking on the Sabbath. She was especially vocal against other Brooklyn figures who provided the temptations of alcohol to the working class, including, most prominently, John. T. Flood, proprietor of the notorious Flood’s Park in Curtis Bay, and Chief of Police Harry Acton, whose son, Samuel G. Acton, owned Acton’s Park, another riverside park near the Long Bridge on the shores of the Patapsco River.

All 13 of the Potee boys helped out in the family business in some capacity, and many left for college after working in the family’s brickmaking plant. Their second-to-last child, John Edgar, was born in 1873. He was a gregarious boy, and, like his father, he had a gift for making friends. He went to school at the well-regarded Knapp’s German and English School in Baltimore, studied at New Windsor College in Carroll County, and graduated from Bryant & Stratton Business College in Baltimore in 1895.

John joined his father’s brickmaking business in Brooklyn after graduating. He was just a few months into his apprenticeship when his father, George, died from a stroke in 1895 at 65 years old. His passing was a somber event in Brooklyn, where he was the oldest and most well-known resident at the time, according to the Baltimore Sun. More than 750 people attended his funeral.

Tragedy in Brooklyn

Roughly a decade after George’s death, his family remained a revered presence in Brooklyn. But troubled times loomed for the family on dueling fronts, personally and for the brickmaking business.

One of his sons, Walter, contracted scarlet fever in 1905, and his resulting psychosis would very nearly end John’s life. Walter was a mild-mannered, respected man employed as a timekeeper by the B&O Railroad yard in Curtis Bay. But he was never quite the same after his illness, which left him suffering from paranoia and depression for nearly a year. His relationship with his family, especially his mother, became strained. His behavior became erratic, and he would disappear for weeks on end; he was once arrested in northern Maryland on vagrancy charges after unlawfully riding as a hobo on a Pennsylvania and Maryland freight train in Bel Air, Maryland. His family described one incident where he barged into the home of one of his brother’s and threatened them with two pistols.

But on March 23, 1920, Walter’s behavior was the least of the Potee’s concerns. John’s nearly two-year-old son, John Edgar Jr., had died of an unspecified illness on March 20, 1906, and the grieving family held a well-attended wake in their First Street family home. Walter showed up to pay his respects that Saturday afternoon and showed no signs of violence, but he had three loaded pistols and a shotgun in the house. John was despondent as the wake started and Walter offered him a handkerchief, according to a detailed account of the day in the Baltimore Sun. But mere seconds after consoling his brother, he pulled his two pistols from his trousers and shot John in the back. The shots set off a panic in the house, and Walter went on a shooting spree.

In just minutes, he had wounded eight more people, including his two brothers-in-law, William Miller and Walter McPherson, Chief of Police Tom Irwin, and two of his patrolmen, who had responded to the gunfire. As Irwin and more officers made plans to apprehend the gunman, Walter cornered his mother and sister-in-law and aimed his pistols at them but couldn’t pull the triggers. He ran upstairs, barricaded himself inside the bedroom of the now-empty house, and set it ablaze. Firemen from Brooklyn’s #12 Engine Company didn’t arrive in time to save the entire house but managed to control the fire and keep it from spreading to neighboring homes.

When the fire was finally put out, Irwin scaled a ladder and crawled through an upstairs window to search for Walter, but found that he had fallen through the burnt timbers into the parlor below; he had died not from the fire but rather from a self-inflicted shotgun blast to the chest. It was a tragic day for the Potees. Services were held for the baby later in the week, and a private ceremony was held for Walter days later. Things settled down in the days after the shooting, and despite severe wounds, all those injured recovered. But bad news was on the horizon for the family brickmaking business.

The Popular Lamplighter

John and his brothers, George H. and Peter, took over the Potee Brick Company after his father's passing in 1895. His elder brothers carried the load and taught John the business, and together they operated the company for nearly a decade more before a series of lawsuits forced the company into liquidation in late 1906.

Now in his mid-twenties, John was married with a growing family. He had started his own building contracting business, and his many contacts from his father’s brick business proved helpful. Some of those contacts proved useful in other ways too, as he was able to secure a political appointment as the town’s lamplighter.

Electricity had not made it to Brooklyn by the early 1900s, but the community had an assortment of gas, oil, and candle lamps on poles to keep the village’s streets illuminated at night. Potee, with a ladder under one arm and a box of matches under the other, would traverse these neighborhoods, lighting the lamps at dusk and then putting them out again every morning. People would spend time on their front porches chatting and looking forward to Potee’s daily rounds and cheerful banter. His charm and dedication earned him praise and admiration from residents and local officials. He served on the board of directors for both the Industrial Bank of Curtis Bay and, later, the Brooklyn and Curtis Bay Bank. Encouraged by friends, he threw his hat in the ring to become a magistrate in Brooklyn. His influential political friends recommended him to newly elected Maryland Gov. Austin L. Cruthers, who then appointed him to that role in 1908.

‘Judge’ Potee Takes the Bench

As magistrate, Potee operated as a judge who dealt with lower-level crime cases, such as minor theft, criminal damages, and drunk and disorderly cases, along with traffic offenses, death certifications, and minor domestic disputes that didn’t warrant attention from Anne Arundel County’s legal leaders in Annapolis. Friends started calling him “Judge Potee,” a nickname that he vigorously embraced and that would follow him for the rest of his life.

Potee served as Brooklyn’s magistrate for two short years, but he had his eye on a bigger prize. He ran for sheriff of Anne Arundel County and won the election in 1913, a position he held for two years. Winning proved he could land a bigger political office; he was clearly burnishing his reputation as an emerging political power player. People were attracted to his brand of populism, and his influence was growing. In 1916, the new governor Emerson C. Harrington reappointed him as magistrate of Brooklyn after he had served as that county's sheriff for two years. This position paid him a tidy sum of $85 per month.

From his bench in the local police station in Brooklyn, which had been expanded to accommodate his new office, Potee made decisions and performed his duties in ways that the everyman of the day, especially those in his district, simply loved:

  • Potee granted a pardon for each dog claimed by anyone willing to stand in front of him and ask when the neighborhood dog catcher rode into Brooklyn and gathered up more than 500 stray dogs;
  • He threw out first pitches at baseball games for the local amateur clubs in East Brooklyn and Curtis Bay.
  • He loudly protested the Curtis Bay Light and Water Company's imposition of high water rates on the residents of Brooklyn and Curtis Bay as his voice grew in power to influence local issues that were popular with the general public.
  • With a nod to the church and his temperance movement-driven mother, he arrested, booked, and fined saloon keepers who illegally sold liquor on Sundays; and
  • He dismissed drunk driving charges for a horse-drawn wagon driver who was under the influence—aa conviction that at the time would have drawn 30 days in jail—bbecause “a horse has some brains, whether a driver has or not, whereas the same is by no means true of an automobile.”

Annexation Anxiety

There was rampant political uncertainty in Baltimore and northern Anne Arundel County in 1916 and 1917. Baltimore was steadily losing its place among the most populated metropolises in the nation, and the loss of national stature was threatening its bond rating with major banks. Cities in the top 10 could easily borrow money to fund projects, but lower-ranking cities had more challenges and, as a result, fewer resources to choose from. Other industrial cities like Pittsburgh and Cleveland were busily inflating their populations by annexing neighboring towns, and Baltimore had been considering doing the same. After studying the issue for nearly a decade, Baltimore City got the state’s approval to annex Brooklyn and Curtis Bay over the strident objections of Anne Arundel County.

Potee opposed Baltimore’s annexation, likely because of the uncertainty that it brought to local politics. The “Wells Machine,” named for Dr. George Wells, a former Anne Arundel County tax collector and treasurer who controlled much of the county’s Democratic political apparatus from the mid-1800s to just after the turn of the century, had opposed annexation, and Potee echoed the party line. But when the Maryland State Legislature approved the city’s power play at the end of 1917, it was a fait accompli, and Potee found a way to make it work for him.

After annexation occurred, “Judge Potee” was assigned the magistracy of Baltimore’s Southern Police District. Back in the familiar role of magistrate, he returned to dispensing his own brand of justice, and some of his notions were very progressive.

While he still lived in his family home in Brooklyn, he had also bought a farm in Hawkins Point and grew produce for the markets in Baltimore. When older, broken men were brought before his bench in Brooklyn for vagrancy, he would suspend their sentences and send them to his farm to pick and plow, and he paid them a working wage. “The first man he sent there stayed and worked an entire season, delighted to be self-supporting once more,” Katherine Scarborough wrote in her column in the Baltimore Sun in April 1945. “Another, after earning a few dollars and eating his fill of good food, left for a better job. Once [Potee] received a letter from an 18-year-old Negro who, after a week at the farm, had earned enough money to take him back to the home in Cincinnati he had left.”

Potee’s Army

While he was still dispensing justice in Brooklyn and Curtis Bay, his new position required him to spend more time in Baltimore City, and he began making new political friends there. After serving his second go-round as magistrate, this time for six years, he decided to take another political risk: he campaigned for and won the office of sheriff of Baltimore City in 1923.

Baltimore had a robust police force in the mid-1920s, and Potee’s role as sheriff was as process server. His office served writs, warrants, and subpoenas, and he presided over sheriff’s juries that heard domestic cases. His staff was relatively small, with just four or five funded deputy sheriffs and some support staff. But he drew considerable support from his army of unpaid, armed deputies that he anointed—aas many as 1,500 at one point in his tenure. And that’s where Sheriff Potee’s political rivals took aim.

Questions began arising about the sheriff’s office shortly after Potee took office in early 1924. In February, he swore in his first 29 “special” deputies, all of whom were assigned to oversee the “industrial plants and other places where they are employed,” the Baltimore Sun reported. The special deputies did not serve summonses or writs, and they had no authority to act as regular sheriff’s deputies. Potee compared them to special policemen on railroads, who, he said, were frequently commissioned. They were each issued a badge, authorized to carry a gun, and tasked with “preserving order among their fellow employees.”

The notion of deputized citizens was not novel to Baltimore. In times of public danger, Baltimore’s sheriff and police commissioner were authorized to appoint special policemen, though doing so was rare. The Commissioner of Motor Vehicles in Baltimore had a small cadre of deputies, and Potee alleged that his predecessor, Sheriff Thomas F. McNulty, had his own team of 250; Potee, citing the precedent, steadfastly defended his approach.

“If the people who are heads of the [industrial] plants come to me and say they want somebody appointed special deputy sheriff for their protection, what am I going to do? I can’t turn them down, can I? The moving-picture men say that a special deputy sheriff’s badge keep fellows from loafing around the moving-picture places.”

— Sheriff John Potee, August 1924

Some alleged that the special deputies were “heavies” and “spies” for the industries. Those who patrolled the factories and packing plants in Curtis Bay, Fairfield, and Brooklyn were often managers and foremen for these companies too. Allies of labor claimed that these men were government-sponsored union busters who had special privileges.

When asked if it was necessary to appoint special deputies at plants and moving picture theaters when Baltimore already had a police force to protect them, Potee defended the practice. “The badge that special deputies are entitled to wear is one of the best preservers of peace to be found,” Potee told the Baltimore Evening Sun in March 1924. “Frequent [fights] that begin in moving-picture theaters would be avoided if all the managers were equipped with them. The presence of authority would deter the rowdy who would otherwise start a fight and cause him to remain calm. If more theater managers were made special deputies, it would relieve the regular policemen of the necessity of visiting theaters and increase police protection on the street.”

Some in Baltimore’s government complained that special deputy selections were being made as political favors, which Potee and his supporters dismissed as mere posturing since the granting of choice positions to political allies was a regular practice in Baltimore and Anne Arundel County. But Potee’s use of special deputies was more worrisome than other white-collar appointments because his deputies carried a badge and gun. Moreover, considerable concern grew because of the sheer number of deputies he was appointing. Just three months after being elected, there were already 250 special deputies, and within two years, “Potee’s Army” would reach an unwieldy size of more than 600. The administration, vetting, and policing of these special deputies would eventually come to haunt him.

The appointment of deputies was managed by the self-funded Deputy Sheriff’s Association, which levied a $5 fee on men (and one woman) who applied to become one, along with an annual $12 assessment for members if selected ($74.27 and $178, respectively, in 2020 dollars, according to DollarTimes.com). The group’s membership committee, managed by Arthur B. Price, ironically, the owner of the Wizard Moving Picture Theater in Baltimore, reviewed and conveyed all applicants to Potee for his blessing. Potee said the men chosen as deputies “are all passed on by the membership committee of the association and are known to be responsible men before they are appointed.” This seemed largely true at the outset, but the behavior of some deputies became questionable later.

Potee’s deputy troubles started in earnest in August 1924, when a Baltimore City patrolman spotted special deputy James Ringgold illegally directing traffic at the intersection of Light and Camden Streets. When the patrolman approached him and asked him what he was doing, Ringgold declared he had the right; the patrolman insisted that he was not authorized, a dispute erupted, and Ringgold punched the officer in the nose. Ringgold was arrested and dragged before the city’s district magistrate. But when Ringgold told the judge that he was a special deputy for the sheriff, the disorderly charges against him were summarily dismissed, and he was released. Ringgold was, indeed, a proper deputy, but no one had explained the boundaries of the role to him. Sheriff Potee didn’t know Ringgold and initially thought he was masquerading as a deputy. Later, he learned that he had approved the paperwork granting him the position.

Other embarrassing incidents followed. One special deputy exceeded his authority by arresting a man for carrying a flask of whiskey in violation of the Volstead Act (Prohibition). Another former special deputy illegally sold his special deputy badge to a con man who used it to extort money from a local business. Another deputy broke up an illicit craps game, chased a youth involved, and fired his weapon on a crowded street while in pursuit. Still another pulled a gun on a Baltimore patrolman and threatened to “blow his head off” for willfully parking in a prohibited area. The deputy association wasn’t vetting its deputies well, and the sheriff’s office was getting a black eye over it. The press was having a field day.

Court-Ordered Prisoner Whipping

Amidst the unwanted attention that had arisen over his deputy army, Potee found himself thrust into another unwanted, high-profile situation in the spring of 1926. Baltimore Criminal Court Judge Eugene O’Dunne sentenced convicted wife beater James Kingsmore to 60 days in jail and five lashes at Baltimore’s whipping post for an assault on his wife. It was an unusual order, since only two public floggings had occurred in the city since the mid-1880s. Further, the statute O’Dunne drew from made the brutal act optional. Deputy State’s Attorney Rowland K. Andrews pleaded with the jury to render a verdict that carried the whipping penalty, and the jury unanimously obliged.

Potee was clearly not thrilled. “It is an unpleasant duty,” he said, “but it is a duty imposed on the sheriff, and I will perform it.” Letters to the editor of the Baltimore Evening Sun implored the sheriff to ignore the order or to simply delegate the duty to a deputy sheriff, but he declined. Other letter writers were angry and advised him to resign rather than perform the lashing, while some simply warned him they would remember him at the polls if he went through it. But on April 29 at 10 a.m., Potee gave Kingsmore five lashings in accordance with the order in front of a crowd of more than 150 people at the Baltimore City Jail. The task, carried out using a whip with leather thongs known as the “cat-o’-nine-tails,” occurred so quickly that those in attendance barely realized it was over. The Evening Sun reported that “the blows seemed to be light ones” and that “the whipping left no welts that were visible a few feet away.”

The attending physician, Dr. Frank J. Powers, said that apart from nervous strain before the lashing, Kingsmore did not suffer. When it was over, Potee simply walked back to the jail, hung the whip on its perch, and proceeded with his daily duties. Outwardly, Potee seemed reluctant to engage in the task, but his office did sell tickets to the event. And, notably, in his early days as an Anne Arundel County magistrate, he recommended the whipping post for a man who attempted to murder his wife in a drunken rage. But his statements and actions suggested he was a reluctant participant.

Other ‘Armies’ and Deputy Infighting

Despite the negative press from his deputy army and the whipping sentence he carried out, the popular Potee ran unopposed for sheriff in 1926. He was temporarily successful in tamping down the furor over his deputy army in the year leading up to the election, but the bad press returned in 1927. Potee’s deputy association, a private organization, had become a very profitable enterprise. And although E. Austin Baughman, the city’s Commissioner of Motor Vehicles, had already been using special deputies for years, he advertised for deputies in a move some believed was intent on mirroring Potee’s success. In February 1927, more than 3,000 people applied to be “special deputy automobile commissioners,” which drew a flood of negative attention from state lawmakers concerned about scores of deputies “running around with tin badges and guns.”

Potee focused on his duties, but more trouble was brewing with his deputy association, which by late 1928 was brimming with more than 1,500 members and burnished sardonic nicknames like “Potee’s Army,” “the Patapsco Valley Army of Occupation,” and “the Gold Badge Boys.” The association was profitable for its chiefs, and rival factions within the group increasingly wanted more say in the selection of its leadership. Personal dustups, infighting, and jealous arguments were becoming commonplace. The organization was collapsing under its own enormous weight, and Potee could only watch as bickering consumed the group. Then the wheels fell off. The association reorganized into two separate organizations, each vying to draw members from the other, with Potee squarely in the middle. But the reality was that by then it was essentially over.

As the group’s dysfunction played out, Potee’s political rivals in Baltimore were vying to remove him. The Wells Machine’s grip on power in Anne Arundel County was loosening as its leaders aged, and it wielded less influence in Baltimore. Things were changing in the electorate chemistry. Potee depended on commercial and industrial interests that helped him win the election in 1924 and 1926, but those forces were ineffective in 1930. Potee narrowly lost his bid for reelection as sheriff in the Democratic primary in 1929 despite being unopposed at the polls in 1926. Former deputy sheriff Joseph C. Deegan had spent a lot of time campaigning against the special deputies.

The primary vote was split among Deegan, Potee, and another deputy sheriff, August Klecka, and Potee lost by fewer than 2,000 votes. He requested and received a recount, but it didn’t change the results. The era of Potee’s political reign had ended; he would not hold another elected office. As promised, Deegan dismantled the special deputy operation a year after he took office, and he emerged as a popular, colorful figure in Baltimore. He held onto the sheriff’s office for more than 30 years.

Potee Street

Judge Potee returned to Brooklyn after his loss. His new bench was on his front porch at the 3611 Hanover Street (formerly 11 First Street) home where he was born. Despite his political fall, he remained a popular figure in his hometown. His health was failing, even as he campaigned for sheriff, and the inactivity of being constantly at home didn’t seem to help his condition. A year after the loss, the Baltimore Sun reported that he was frequently seen on his porch as neighbors waved and chatted, but he was barely able to respond. A shell of his former outgoing self, he died of an unspecified illness on November 19, 1933, in that same house.

Though he was gone, he was not forgotten. In 1942, Baltimore City constructed Race Street as a southern connection point to what would eventually connect to Ritchie Highway. A year later, a group of residents from Brooklyn approached the city council, seeking a name change for two streets. They wanted Race Street renamed “Revell Street” in honor of the longtime Anne Arundel County Democratic boss Frank Revell, and they wanted Leadenhall Street renamed “Potee Street.” The city’s Bureau of Plans and Surveys approved a change to Race Street since it was so new, but it ruled against the change to Leadenhall Street because it was already so well established. Given the choice of renaming the one street they were allowed to change between Potee and Revell, they dropped Revell and chose to honor the Potee family instead. So in March 1945, the city council approved an ordinance changing the name of Race Street, between Hanover and Jack Street, to Potee Street.

John Potee dispensed his version of justice from varying roles in Brooklyn and Baltimore, and he became an icon in pre-World War II Baltimore. His contributions have been somewhat forgotten, but he was a larger-than-life man of the people who had an outsized populist appeal. Not too bad for a lamplighter.

Brooklyn Rising

 

Brooklyn Rising, Part 1: Pristine Town Emerges on the Shores of the Patapsco

Brooklyn Rising, Part 2: The Long Bridge

Brooklyn Rising, Part 3: The Lost City of Pennington

Brooklyn Rising, Part 4: The Great Walnut Tree

Flood’s Park

King Johnson

Acton’s Park

Andy Youngbar

Bill Hohman

Orioles Break the Sunday Baseball Taboo in Brooklyn

 

Editor's Note: The University of Maryland-College Park, University of Maryland-Baltimore County, the Kuethe Library in Glen Burnie, the Maryland State Archives, the Anne Arundel County Planning and Zoning Department, and a number of local archives all contributed to the creation of this history of Brooklyn. Thanks also go out to Horton and Maryann McCormick, Carole Kenny, Frank Bittner, Rick Arnold, Elaine Borrison, the USCG’s Dottie Mitchell, Geraldine Bates, the Chesapeake Arts Center’s Belinda Fraley-Huesman, Nicole Caracia, and a host of others.

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350 Tons of Dynamite Explode in Curtis Bay

Alum Chine: 350 Tons of Dynamite Explode in Curtis Bay
Epic Disaster Shook Curtis Bay with the Impact of a Tactical Nuclear Weapon

10 August 2020

 
 
By Rik Forgo
The explosion of the Alum Chine from roughly two miles away in the Patapsco River.

One of the worst worst maritime disasters in Baltimore history occurred when a stevedore aboard the British cargo steamer Alum Chine accidentally set off a blasting cap in the ship’s hold that ignited 350 tons of dynamite on Friday, March 7, 1913. The resulting fire set off a series of earthshaking explosions in the Patapsco River that killed 33 men, injured another 60, and shook buildings as far north as Philadelphia.

The tragedy was borne out of impatience, clumsiness, and quarreling among the ship’s crew and stevedores (longshoremen) who were loading the cargo. Everyone was behind schedule on that bitterly cold morning. The ship, which was scheduled to depart for Panama later that day with explosives that would be used to help carve the Panama Canal, was still 150 tons short of its contracted load. U.S. Revenue Service and Customs inspectors had been aboard to approve the cargo and had already left. The remaining dynamite crates were being brought by railroad to Curtis Bay and ferried out to the freighter via small barges to its anchorage off Leading Point, just 2,000 feet from the Quarantine Station at Hawkins Point.

There was bickering among the crew that morning, witnesses said, and the pace was lagging when the stevedore assistant foreman, William J. Bomhardt, in trying to speed up the work, carelessly jammed a bale hook into a crate storing dynamite caps. The steel hook pierced the crate, punctured one of the caps, and made a sound like a pistol shot. The noise reverberated through the hold and seconds later the crate was on fire. The adjacent dynamite crates — sitting atop mounds of coal — started to burn too. Well aware of the unstable nature of their cargo, the stevedores abandoned the ship; others aboard weren’t warned and never knew. Plumes of thick, black smoke began billowing from the hold, and within minutes, a series of three titanic explosions decimated the ship. The last explosion disintegrated the Alum Chine and the shear force of the blast leveled the tugboat Atlantic; the naval collier vessel Jason was also anchored close by and sustained serious damage. The explosion was the equivalent of 0.02 megaton blast, roughly the same explosive power of a tactical nuclear weapon.

Map illustration of the Patapsco River, Curtis Bay and the placement of ships and landmarks of the Alum Chine disaster. (Baltimore Sun illustration)

The thunderous eruption shook Curtis Bay, Brooklyn, and Baltimore. Every window in every building was shattered at Flood’s Park, the popular beach resort at the head of Curtis Creek, which was roughly a mile and a half away. The blast sent shock waves up and down the Eastern Seaboard. The governor’s office in Annapolis thought it was an earthquake, and officials at the Naval Academy thought a munitions ship had exploded. When a tremor shook Dover, Delaware, the speaker of the house for Delaware’s House of Representatives paused a speech and asked if there had been an earthquake. The switchboards to the local weather bureaus lit up in Philadelphia, Harrisburg, the Susquehanna Valley, Salisbury, Easton, and St. Micheals where people pilloried staffers with questions about the phantom earthquake. Windows were shattered as far north as Havre De Grace and Aberdeen.

The Alum Chine was reduced to a burning, floating mass of timbers and steel that quickly slipped beneath the surface of the Patapsco River. Its explosion created four- and five-foot-long shards of steel and wood that became projectiles as if shot out by a cannon. Nearby ships and buildings were thrashed with debris. The Quarantine Hospital at Hawkins Point took the full brunt of the explosion. Patients and staff there had been watching the burning ship with curiosity as the billowing smoke emitting from the ship in long black coils. The sudden blast shattered all the hospital’s windows and shards of glass and debris sprayed people inside, lacerating their hands, arms, and faces. Heavy oak doors, which had been closed and locked, were blown off their hinges. The frames of some of the outbuildings were shaken off their foundations. The only room untouched by the explosions was the kitchen, so the hospital staff moved the patients there to warm them since none of the wards had windows any longer. The clock in the hospital’s main doctor’s office stopped at 10:39 a.m., which became the official time of the explosion. “It was an awful sight,” resident physician Dr. Thomas L. Richardson told the Baltimore Sun. “It looked like a cyclone had struck the grounds. The employees were running about with their heads, faces and hands bleeding. The whole place was in confusion.”

Anchored 300 feet away, the brand new U.S. Navy collier vessel Jason, which was built by the Maryland Steel Company in Fairfield, sustained more than $100,000 in damages. The Jason’s crew sent out the first distress call for the Alum Chine, then raised anchor and tried to get as far away from the burning vessel as possible. It wasn’t fast enough. The Jason’s captain ordered the crew’s firemen to start shoveling coal for its steam engines, but it became clear quickly that it would not be able to escape. Some crew members were thrown against the ship’s walls with enough force to render them unconscious. One crew member was decapitated and others were killed by projectiles. Despite the heavy damage it sustained, the Jason remained afloat and would go on to a long naval career. Six boats would respond to the Jason’s call. It would take two days to fully account for all the victims. Some who had been reported missing were never found and assumed killed in the blast or drowned.

James and Jerome Goodhues were shipping agents who worked the docks in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, Sparrows Point, and Curtis Bay. The brothers had a gasoline launch, the Jerome, named in honor of their father, and they had dropped off two engineers to the Alum Chine earlier that morning. While preparing for their next job, they saw the smoke billowing from the ship and headed out to assist. They steered up alongside it and panicked crew members, including several shirtless, smoke-grimed firemen, jumped onto the launch. Now nearly full, the Jerome began pulling away when Howard South, a clerk with the Joseph R. Foard Company who accounted for the dynamite, screamed for the launch to come back. The Jerome backed up and South leaped 10 feet down, bellyflopping roughly onto the rail as the launch pulled away. At the helm, “Jimmie” Goodhues considered returning to the burning boat to get others, but South alerted him to the ship’s cargo and frantically urged him to speed away. The Jerome had made it 200 feet away when the first explosion occurred. Goodhues and South watched with amazement as a hoisting winch was catapulted 1,000 feet in the air alongside a severed leg. Somehow, the launch managed to avoid the spray of debris. Alongside them was Philip Berlin, the ship’s outfitter, who said that the last thing he saw before the explosion was the captain’s black retriever, who stood motionless at the bow of the ship as if carved in stone.

“I well remember that terrible day,” John W. Forrest, a steward who escaped from the Alum Chine, recounted in an essay he wrote for the Baltimore Sun in 1960. “I had just finished a cigarette in my cabin when, in mid-morning of that cold March 7, I felt a slight shudder run through the ship, and then I heard shouting out on deck. I thought the lighter [a small barge] had bumped the ship and the stevedores were quarreling, but when I went out I saw, to my horror, a lot of black smoke blowing aft.” Forrest said he raced to the engine room and shouted to the crew, “Down below there, the ship’s on fire!” After alerting what crew could hear him, Forrest jumped off the portside bridge dock into the water and started swimming frantically toward a boat he saw some distance away. Weighed down by his waterlogged clothes, he began to tire, but was unexpectedly pulled from the water by the Jerome. The Goodhues brothers then quickly turned their now-full launch around and headed toward the safety of Sparrows Point across the river.

As they sped away, thick clouds of black smoke continued belching from the ship, Forrest said. When he turned to look back, there was a terrific flash that seemed to reach the sky and a deafening explosion rung out. “It seemed to go dark as night and debris began falling all around us,” he said. “When that rain stopped there was simply nothing where the ship had been, but from her position a white-crested wave as big as a mountain was coming at us, and when it struck it lifted our little boat in the air and tumbled us all over each other, leaving us bruised, wet and numb with cold.” Forrest and the rest of the rescued men were taken ashore to a cabin and given hot coffee and dry clothes. At a hastily organized disaster recovery center called “Anchorage,” they were all reported as survivors of the explosion. The Goodhues brothers officially rescued the chief engineer, one officer and eight crew members, including Forrest, along with four stevedores.

Along with the Jerome, five other vessels responded to help those fleeing from the Alum Chine, but none more tragically than the tugboat Atlantic. As the flagship tugboat for the Atlantic Transport Company, the Atlantic and its skipper, William E. Van Dyke, were well known and respected around Baltimore’s waterways; he was born in Baltimore, spent a decade working in Curtis Bay, and lived with his wife and 11-year-old son in Locust Point. That morning, the Atlantic was anchored next to Fort Carroll near the center of the Patapsco River. Van Dyke and his first mate, Robert W. Diggs, saw the smoke engulfing the Alum Chine and opened up the Atlantic’s engines to get there quickly.

As they pulled up to the bow, a dozen men jumped aboard, stevedore foreman Bomhardt among them. Van Dyke turned the tug about and started heading away, but just as it completed its turn, two Alum Chine crewmen appeared at the bow and waved frantically. Van Dyke turned the boat around and steamed back to get them. The men climbed aboard and the Atlantic began backing away. But moments later, a solitary flare soared into the air from the burning ship and then the epic explosion rocked Curtis Bay. The Atlantic took the full force of the explosion at point-blank range. Witnesses said when the dust cleared, it was flayed down to the waterline. Crew members who had been rescued by the Atlantic jumped off the tug at the point of explosion and, being under water, some were saved from the concussive blast. Witnesses said that Van Dyke and Diggs might have survived the blast too, but were killed by the scalding water from the boat’s steam engine. Some survivors were also severely burned by the scalding water.

The aftermath was gruesome. The Baltimore Port patrol boat Lannan had the sad duty of gathering bodies from the water. Police combed the shores of Curtis Bay and Hawkins Point looking for survivors and bodies. The four remaining tugboats in the area gathered more wounded from the cold river, including survivors of both the Alum Chine and the Atlantic, and brought them ashore. The dead were taken to a makeshift morgue in a small house on the riverfront before being moved to the city morgue; the wounded were transported to St. Joseph’s and Johns Hopkins Hospitals in the city. The real tragedy of the grim day came when police were dispatched to family homes to bring the tragic news to wives and children. Most of the dead were poor stevedores of Polish descent and African Americans. Baltimore Sun reporters followed police to the Locust Point home of Captain Van Dyke, who broke the heartbreaking news to his disbelieving wife of his valor and sacrifice.

In the days that followed the disaster, those around Curtis Bay assessed the damages. The fortified structures that supported the big guns at Fort Armistead showed visible cracks from top to bottom and even extended underground; the guns were rendered useless until repairs were made several weeks later. The mine-planting building at the fort was completely destroyed and every pane of glass in the facility’s barracks was broken. Doors were ripped off their hinges with such force that many of them splintered on impact with the ground. Two boilers at the Davison Chemical Company in Curtis Bay “went off like cannons,” and the company’s towering brick smoke stack was toppled; no one was injured in either incident. The lighthouse at Leading Point had its windows shattered and doors blown open, but the beacon was not damaged and kept shining.

The shoreline at Hawkins Point was freckled with fragments of steel, rivets, and human remains. Local fishermen plucked floating fish killed by the concussive blast out of the water up and down the Patapsco River that day. Debris from the explosion was strewn across Anne Arundel and Baltimore Counties. The lighthouse inspector for Maryland’s Fifth District said the Alum Chine was found on the westerly side of the main ship channel, at the anchorage of the Quarantine Station of Leading Point on the line at Fort McHenry. It had settled at the bottom of the Patapsco River with 13 feet of water between it and the surface. Because it was in a shipping lane, it was deemed a hazard and plans were made for its removal. A gas buoy was placed over the wreck with a light that flashed red every seven seconds.

The Baltimore Harbor Board initially started an investigation, but lost a jurisdictional fight with the U.S. Army Ordinance Department, which claimed investigative powers over the transport of explosives. In press reports immediately after the tragedy, Wiliam Bomhardt, the stevedore foreman who negligently ignited the blasting cap that started the fire, attributed the fire to the spontaneous combustion of gas that had built up in the mounds of coal. In another report, he said the friction of two sticks of dynamite rubbing against each other set off the explosion. Witnesses agreed that there were mounds of soft coal throughout the hold, and that dynamite cases were stored atop piles of coal. Some thought it possible that a burning ember might have found its way into those coal piles. But the grand jury decided there was enough evidence to charge Bomhardt and he was arrested; he was released on $1,000 bail. Even as the trial began he denied culpability, insisting he was being treated unfairly. “It isn’t just,” he told reporters after he was indicted. “I was the unfortunate devil who happened to handle the box that exploded. The men who testified before the grand jury have bail hook on the brain.”

Indeed, there were sixteen stevedore witnesses who testified that Bomhardt was upset with the pace of work that morning and started the fire when he carelessly struck the crate of blasting caps with a boat hook. But the grand jury spread blame further than with just the foreman. It said there were “manifest evidence of carelessness” among all the stevedores, including the wearing of steel-spiked shoes rather than rubber shoes as required when working with dynamite. The principal officers of the stevedore company also showed an “utter ignorance” of the Inter-State Commerce Commission’s recommendations on handling explosives.

Bomhardt and the stevedores worked for the Joseph R. Foard Company and its subsidiary, the General Stevedoring Company, which operated as independent contractors. The company was sued by the owner of the Alum Chine, the Munson Line, the Maryland Steel Company, and an array of different victims for more than $500,000, but Judge John C. Rose awarded just $220,000 (roughly $5.8 million in 2020 dollars) to the various petitioners. The owners of the Alum Chine received the biggest award at $75,000 ($1.9 million in 2020), and the courts ordered “allowances” (annuity payments) to the families of victims for a period of years. Foard filed for bankruptcy immediately afterwards, so it was unclear whether anyone ever received the awards grant by the court. As for Bomhardt, there was no published evidence of a conviction or civil charges.

John Forrest, the Alum Chine steward rescued by the Goodhues brothers, was cared for in Baltimore and weeks later returned with his surviving crewmates to Liverpool, England. The voyage home was a challenge for him as he grew ill. Newspapers far and wide covered the tragedy and when the crew arrived at Newport, Monmouthshire, England, they were welcomed as heroes by a large crowd and were given a police escort to their homes. Forrest ended up in the hospital and neurological damages confined him to a wheelchair. It would take him two-and-a-half months to be able to walk with two canes, and another fourteen months to walk with just one. Two years later in 1915 he was finally able to walk unassisted.

The Goodhues brothers officially rescued between twelve and fifteen people that cold March morning. Other published reports suggested they rescued far more than they were credited with. They received medals of valor for their heroism from the British government later in 1913. Ninety-four years later in 2007 James’ granddaughter, Patricia Lee Goodhues, would appear with her grandfather’s memorabilia from the disaster on the PBS show Antique Roadshow, where she told the story of his heroism. The Carnegie Heroes Fund, a charity established by Pittsburgh steel magnate Andrew Carnegie, granted lifelong annuity payments to the Atlantic Captain Van Dykes’ wife and mother, and a smaller annuity for his son until he became of age. Diggs’ wife was presented with a silver medal honoring his bravery; four other crew members of the Atlantic were also recognized.

The Alum Chine disaster remains one of the worst disasters in Baltimore history. In the years prior to the Curtis Bay disaster the city’s dynamite shipments were managed in the heavily populated Canton district. But residents expressed concern that a disaster was looming; the city acceded to their removal requests in 1912 — just one the year before the Alum Chine explosion — and moved dynamite shipments offshore from Quarantine and Hawkins Point. Weeks after the blast the city codified that decision by formally requiring that all high explosive shipments be moved even further away from the city, requiring loading and unloading further south that the Quarantine Station. A blast of its kind would not happen again for another 25 years when an explosion in the Montebello Loch Raven tunnel killed ten and injured seven in July 1938.

This is one of many stories to be published in the upcoming book, “Brooklyn Rising,” scheduled for release in 2021.

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BOE approves $41 million for new helicopters and cars for Baltimore Police

A big round of police spending is allocated with minimal public disclosure – and no board debate

If they can reach the top of Mt. Everest, there’s no telling what they can do in the skies above Baltimore.

Today the Board of Estimates approved $18 million to buy and service three Airbus H125 helicopters – a model made famous when one of them landed on the summit of the world’s highest mountain – to replace older units of the Baltimore Police Department’s fleet of choppers.

In its final meeting of 2021, the board also allotted $23 million to a Delaware car dealer for an unspecified number of Ford Hybrid and Non-Hybrid utility “pursuit vehicles.”

The expenditures, which come in the face of calls to “defund” the police and reallocate money to social and community programs, reaffirmed the Scott administration’s push to reequip and modernize the police.

In his first budget as mayor, Scott increased police spending by $28 million – to a record $555 million – over the previous budget of Mayor Bernard C. “Jack” Young.

Scott has also allocated, over a three-year period, $50 million in federal American Rescue Plan money to expand violence reduction, youth offender and returning citizens programs.

A “Defund BPD” billboard, crafted by local graffiti artists, looms over a June 10, 2020 student protest of police brutality on North Avenue in the wake of George Floyd’s death. (Sanaa Zoë Jackson)

Little Transparency

Today’s expenditures were tucked into pages 68 and 98 of the BOE agenda, with little explanatory information other than the contract numbers and dollar amounts.

The police department and Scott’s office were asked about details of the contracts, but neither has so far responded.

At typical board meetings, the two elected officials who sit with Scott – City Council President Nick Mosby and Comptroller Bill Henry – flag items that are costly or potentially controversial.

Those items are then moved to the “non-routine” agenda for input from the city agency seeking the funds.

But today:

• Neither the helicopter nor the vehicle contract was placed in the non-routine category.

• No representative from BPD appeared to answer questions.

• Mayor Scott did not attend the meeting, and his replacement, City Administrator Chris Shorter, did not speak.

• The two expenditures were approved in a blanket voice vote where they were not distinguished from dozens of regular spending items.

• A copy of the contract, requested by The Brew, was not forthcoming and was instead “under review/redaction” today by the city law department.

Tucked on page 98 of today's BOE agenda was this description of the helicopter award.

Here is the full description of the helicopter award given in the 12/22/21 BOE agenda.

Chopper Details

The three-helicopter deal will be awarded to Davenport Aviation Inc., of Columbus Ohio.

Through an online records search, The Brew tracked down the specific copter type as an Airbus H125, which flies at a maximum of 178 mph and (outside of publicity stunts) and is limited to a 16,500-foot flight ceiling.

The list price for the helicopters is $3.4 million each, or a little more than $10 million.

The difference between that $10 million figure and today’s very specific award to Davenport Aviation – $17,926,923.23 – apparently involves parts and maintenance to be supplied by the company.

Attempts to clarify this $8 million gap with the police department and mayor’s office were unsuccessful.

One of the current chopper used by Baltimore Police. BELOW: The Airbus H125 will have twice the seating capacity, six passengers including the pilot. (BPD, globalair.com)

One of the 10-year-old choppers now used by Baltimore Police. BELOW: The new fleet will have twice the seating capacity, 5-6 passengers including the pilot.

Airbus H125 Specification Cabin

In 2012, the city purchased a fleet of four Eurocopters, known as the “Foxtrot Four,” for $9.5 million. This came after Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake had threatened to ground the helicopter fleet as a cost-cutting measure.

She was quickly dissuaded by then-Police Commissioner Frederick Bealefeld, who insisted that helicopters and their extra-powerful spotlights were essential to help detect criminals running away from law enforcement, pursue dirt bikes and stolen cars, and uncover illegal caches of marijuana growing in back lots and around vacant buildings.

The first Baltimore Police choppers - small, lightweight

The city’s first choppers – small, lightweight “observational” craft – debuted in 1970 but were grounded in November 1998 following a fatal crash. Mayor Martin O’Malley reinstated the program. (BPD)

The latest helicopter purchase comes after the Scott administration terminated the so-called “spy plane” contract with Persistent Surveillance Systems last February, following a backlash by residents and a lawsuit by the American Civil Liberties Union arguing that the aerial surveillance program violated civil rights and disproportionately targeted Black residents.

Today’s police car purchase amounts to a 400% increase of an existing contract with Hertrich Fleet Services of Milford, Delaware.

The approval increases the money to be spent on specialized police pursuit vehicles from $5.7 million to more than $28 million.

The award notes that the contract is an “estimated requirement,” and that Hertrich “shall supply the City’s entire requirement, be it more of less,” through January 12, 2026.

The type of Ford Hybrid “pursuit vehicle” destined for Baltimore Police. (caranddriver.com)

 

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