J.C. Napier, Register of the United States Treasury, was a visitor at the City Hall to-day, and while in the Mayor's office promised to let Secretary Madison Wells hold a package of money containing a million dollars in his hand--for a few seconds--if he ever came to Washington. Acting Mayor Charles Cohn was also given a similar promise. Secretary Wells said he believed he would make the trip if only to say he had held a million "plunks" in his hand....Missing from the description of Napier is the customary label found throughout press accounts of this era: "negro." The powerful Washington bureaucrat who had dropped by the mayor's office to engage in friendly banter was a person of color. Nashville readers of the time knew Napier well enough that it would have been superfluous to identify him by race. Today, when most locals have heard of James C. Napier only because a large and perennially troubled housing project bears his name, it's worth recalling who the man was.
While speaking of his work in Washington, the Register gave a very interesting description of the methods employed in destroying $9,000,000 of greenbacks every day and replacing same with new bills. He said that while Washington was a city of many attractions, he never forgot that he lived in Nashville, and at times he and his family grew rather homesick.
Hefferman said, "Surely you don't mean to hurt anyone here!" Perry, closest to Hefferman, said, "Yes, goddamned quick, if you don't give up your money!" Hefferman replied, "I am a private citizen, near my own home, just from an evening party and have no money." Crabb seized Hefferman, pulled him to the ground, and beat him with a billy club. Mrs. Hefferman got out to help her injured husband.Tried before a military commission, the four men were convicted within two weeks and condemned to the gallows.
At that moment, Mr. Tracy [Hefferman's son-in-law] shot a pistol at Crabb, and the bullet struck a glancing blow at the nipple and exited the chest. Crabb returned fire. His bullet grazed Mrs. Hefferman's face and entered her husband's nose, passing into his skull. The buggy bolted, still carrying the Tracys. By the time Mr. Tracy was able to control it, the killers had escaped. Taken to his home, Hefferman was able to describe both the incident and the killers, although he was bleeding badly and brain matter was coming out his nose. Hefferman died on November 26.
News of the incident stunned the city, and the next day two prostitutes led the town marshal to the injured Crabb, who quickly confessed and implicated the others. Perry had escaped to Murfreesboro, where he was arrested after breaking into a shed.
Throughout the trial and the appeal, the defendants maintained a confident and defiant manner, convinced they would be granted clemency. They broke only briefly, but generally maintained bravado, including joking, up to the moment they were pinioned and taken to the scaffold. Then they began to tremble and sob.At the foot of the scaffold, a woman was seen "eyeing the culprits, and weeping bitterly," the Banner reported. "She was enveloped in a blue veil, but who she was, no one seemed to know."
The killers were seated on coffins and taken to the gallows on two wagons, each pulled by four white horses.... Knight exhorted the on-lookers, "I wish to say to all, don't swear, don't visit low houses, don't gamble, don't do anything wrong. If you take warning by me, you will never meet my fate, but I am going to a better world."
A December 1975 issue of the middlebrow newspaper insert Family Weekly captured the tenor of the city's reaction to the movie that all the "big film critics" were cooing about. By presenting a portrait of "self-indulgence, confusion, hypocrisy, insensitivity, violence and greed," Altman had raised plenty of hackles on Music Row (where such attributes are surely never to be found). Lynn Anderson announced that she was "personally affronted." Minnie Pearl called the film's music "terrible." Webb Pierce said if Altman ever came back to town, he would "get hanged."November 21, 1820: Health care is a human wrong
During the boating season, I will attend at our Dispensary three nights and days in the week, to be designated by the discharge of a blunderbuss at midnight, for the purpose of receiving consultations from a distance and answering the same, making prescriptions, pronouncing necessary incantations, raising ghosts, laying spirits and setting the river on fire, for the benefit of disordered complainants, & will only be induced to leave town on those days by attending a patient in the country. In which latter event, disordered complainants will be turned over to Mister Doctor Fluke, &c. and the apothecary, and may the Lord preserve them say I.
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I believe it was Billy Sherrill who said his favorite part of the movie Nashville was "when they shot that miserable excuse for a country singer."
Zzzzzzzzz ... Wake me when this blog returns to focusing on news. As in, N-E-W.
As devotees of Nashville history, we truly enjoyed the Napier and Hefferman stories. Thanks for some excellent work.
We'd like to update you on the web address of the Nashville Historical Newsletter, which you quoted. It's now http://sites.google.com/site/nashvillehistoricalnewsletter/ The new site has a number of essays that don't appear on the old one, and we've also updated the photos.
Here's a direct link to the Lewis Laska article you quoted: http://sites.google.com/site/nashvillehistoricalnewsletter/anincidentinpost-civilwarnashville:champ
Thanks for some great work.