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Forgotten Freedom Fighters: Al Smith

He was funny, earthy, hard-working, and smart. And he was the most-hated man in America.
Al Smith was born poor on the Lower East Side New York City, with grandparents who were Irish, German, Italian, and Anglo-Irish. His father died, and when Al was 14 years old he told his desperate mother that he would support the family. School days ended, and so did childhood. Al liked to say that the only degree he held was F.F.M. – Fulton Fish Market.
It was hard, hard labor, but in his scant spare time he started running errands for the neighborhood politicians of the Tammany Hall machine. He was trusty, and some of them started talking to him. Over time they was entrusted him with bigger and bigger assignments, and finally they rewarded him with the Democratic Party nomination for state assembly.
When he was elected in 1904 he was far from the only uneducated legislator in Albany, but he felt his lack acutely, and kept his mouth shut – not at all surprising for a puppet (his colleagues supposed) expected simply to vote as Tammany ordered.
When he finally started talking, legislators were flabbergasted that was doing something that none of them attempted. He read every word of the proposed bills, and he had ideas about them – his own ideas, not the machine’s ideas.
His quiet competence, his hard work, and his Tammany connections led to a slow rise within the assembly, until the Triangle fire of 1911 killed 146 factory workers in New York City. Meeting with the families affected him deeply, and he was appointed, with State Senator Robert Wagner, to the Factory Commission, to investigate factories and recommend new laws to govern them. Wagner and social worker Frances Perkins took the public lead, while Smith continued his habitual quiet hard work – never missing a meeting, never missing an inspection visit, both of which required travel all across the state. He had strong opinions, but still recognizing his own limitations he told Perkins and Wagner to write the laws, while he concentrated on getting them passed.
Despite furious and unending opposition by many factory owners and money men, the Commission brought 64 bills to the legislature, and got 60 of them turned into law. The state was finally acknowledging and acting on responsibility for ALL its people, not just the ones with big money.
The factory owners screamed that these bills would kill all the businesses, and destroy the economy of New York, but as we all know, that didn’t happen. In 1918 New York’s voters made Al Smith their governor, for the first of four terms.
From the governor’s office he brought about civil service reform, and more laws to protect the workers and the poor. He arranged to pave the East Lake Road on Keuka. Along with Robert Moses he created a state park system, and a modern road system to reach the parks. (They acquired Stony Brook to become a park, though Letchworth and Watkins Glen were already state properties.) In 1928, Smith won the Democratic nomination for president.
And millions of Americans exploded with hatred and fury. It was bad enough that he came from New York City. Bad enough he spoke up the the working poor. Bad enough his parents had been immigrants (a lie – it was his grandparents). Most importantly, most enragingly, Al Smith was a CATHOLIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To their mind Catholics always obeyed their priests, and the priests always obeyed the pope, so with Smith in the White House we would actually be ruled from Rome, where the Pope was already rubbing his hands with demonic glee. Protestantism (to their mind, the only true religion) would be persecuted. America, they mistakenly insisted, had always been a Protestant country, and could never permit Catholics to rule.
Or do much of anything else, apparently. In Penn Yan the Ladies of the Klan (honest) made a list of “Businesses That Are Prodident” (their spelling), so they’d know to boycott the others. MANY local people, and local churches, openly supported the Klan, and hated Al Smith.
Fueled by anger at Smith, immigrants, big cities, Catholics, Jews, Black people, and anti-prohibitionists, white Protestant Americans signed up in tens of thousands for the Ku Klux Klan – robes, hoods, cross burnings, and all. In many cases, their pastors joined up with them, and they did the same right here. The Klan held rallies at Chemung and Steuben County fairgrounds, and in many local churches. They conducted parades and motorcades. A man in Painted Post named his business “K.K.K. Garage.” There are K.K.K. gravestones in Canisteo.
Franklin Roosevelt had called Smith “the Happy Warrior,” but when Smith campaigned by train in the plains states, burning crosses lined the tracks of his route for miles. He fought hard, but lost. His family said that he never fully recovered from having been the target of so much vitriol.
From there, it was a downhill slide for Al. He was one of a great many who vastly underestimated Franklin D. Roosevelt, wrongly assuming he could pull F.D.R.’s strings. He headed up the company building the Empire State Building (the first time he’d ever made any real money), and came to oppose Roosevelt’s programs and policies (which Roosevelt freely admitted had originally been Smith’s). But he was a fierce and outspoken foe of Hitler from the time Hitler seized power, and eventually reconciled with Roosevelt. He died in 1944, exactly five months after his beloved wife, still living, as he had been since he was born, on the Lower East Side.
Al Smith helped transform the nation into a nation that cares (and works!) for ALL its people. He helped build a government that would be functional in the 20th century. He fought against religious bigotry, and for the rights of ALL Americans to be equal Americans. He didn’t invent the expression, but he said it clearly and frequently, and lived it fully: “All the ills of democracy can be cured by – more democracy.”

Midnight Mass: A Hornell Christmas Legend

(As the title says, this is a legend. But a hundred years ago, local people did exactly these same things — and worse — convinced that they were doing good. Sadder still, we find it back again today. — K.H.)

The congregation sang “Silent Night,” and the choir responded with one resounding chorus of “Go Tell it on the Mountain,” Pastor MacDonald said, “Merry Christmas,” and the 1925 Christmas Eve service was a treasured memory. The children grinned and vibrated, the grownups smiled and stirred, and everybody started gathering coats and hats, and peering under pews for mittens. “Thank you, Pastor!” “Beautiful service, pastor!” “Merry Christmas, Pastor! See you on Sunday!”

Mrs. MacDonald squeezed his hand. “Another fine service, John. Everyone loves your Christmas messages so much. Are we about ready to go?”

He squeezed her hand back. “Not quite, beloved. Take the children home in the motorcar, and I need five minutes with a group in my office, then I’ll walk back to the parsonage. So I will be with you in twenty minutes, but later I’ll have to go out again. After the children are all in bed.”

She sighed. “THAT group? Tonight, of all nights?”

“Tonight above all other nights, my dear. It’s a very small sacrifice for God and country.” He wanted to kiss her, but many of the older folks in the congregation would be fleeing the sanctuary before the thunderbolt struck. Some of the younger ones, too, for all that it WAS the 1920s, with even the Great War now history.

The half-dozen people in his office all jumped a little when he walked in. Why would such a ministry opportunity scare them so much? Well, as ever, the flesh is weak. But still. These are the truly committed.

My Klan.

He smiled. “Merry Christmas.” They smiled, and relaxed just a trifle, emotionally seizing on the familiar. “Merry Christmas, Pastor!”

Better. More vim. “Let’s begin with prayer. Heavenly Father, we thank thee for sending thine only begotten Son to us, to be the Light of the World. Grant that we, too, may be lesser lights for thee, under the glorious fiery cross. Amen.” The others muttered “amen” after him.

He beamed on them. “Now, I know this is the first time for all of you, and you feel a little awkward. Some of these folks you might brush shoulders with at the grocery store, or might work beside at the Erie roundhouse. And they may even be good people!

“But that just makes it even sadder. They’re lost, lost in heathen darkness. AND they threaten our beloved country, America the beautiful. Remember that Catholics MUST obey their priests, and priests MUST obey the Pope – or they’ll each go to Hell. So even if they want to, they CAN’T be loyal to America. And if Al Smith wins the White House at the next election, well, the Pope will rule us. He’ll pull the strings in the White House, and even here in Hornell.” He paused. “The next step will be persecution.”

They groaned, but didn’t speak. “We’ve got to stand up for America, for the cause of God and truth… a white man’s country, and a Protestant country, just like God gave our forefathers and they passed down to us, and we’re going to pass it on to OUR children!” Several heartfelt “amens” answered him.

“So we’re going to picket their midnight mass. And all across western New York, Klansmen from other churches will do the same in their own communities. We don’t do this in anger, but in sorrow. We want Catholics to see the error of their ways and repent. But we also want them to know that if they try to steal our country, they’ll have a fight on their hands!”

“Yes!”

“So – no aggressiveness, no arguments. We’ll just march – peacefully – and silently – back and forth on the sidewalk ACROSS from Saint Ann’s. Don’t interfere with anyone, don’t block their way.” He looked them over, and made a decision. “Leave your picket signs here, in the office. I’ll pick them up, and I’ll bring them along. DO NOT start without me. ABSOLUTELY do not. We need to show the world that we Ku Klux have discipline. Heaven knows people will criticize us anyway… the world always does, when you’re doing the Lord’s work… but we’re not going to hand them any extra excuses. Now all join hands for a closing prayer, and meet back here, on the front steps, at 11:30.” Moments later, he was locking up and striding home.

Pastor MacDonald always loved Christmas Eve with his children… reading the Christmas story by candlelight, piling all three kids onto the sofa with him for “The Night Before Christmas,” the whole family sharing hot chocolate, and then putting the little ones to bed. A lot of his calling involved the skillful use of words, but even he couldn’t possibly find words to say how much he loved them.

As the clock struck eleven he put his coat and scarf on and kissed his wife, who was clearly restraining herself from saying the things she wanted to, but of course a woman’s view was limited to the home – rightly so, he thought, but that blinded her to the bigger needs of a whole nation. The night was cold and the stars were bright – a storybook Christmas! – as he stepped out briskly toward the church.

He got half-way there before one leg flew high off a streak of black ice, momentum yanking the other foot off the ground with it, and he only had time to grunt before he smashed onto the sidewalk full-length on his left side, flopped onto his back, and stayed there. The stars were still up above. But the view was very different.

Brakes screeched, a car door slammed, and fast footsteps sounded. “Mister! Hey, mister! You awake?”

“I’m awake, thanks,” the pastor croaked. “Got the wind knocked out.”

“You sure went flying.” The stranger whistled. “Look, mister, I’m a Scout leader. If we were out in the field, I’d splint that leg of yours before I let you move. One of these houses must have a ‘phone. You stay put, and I’ll have them call the ambulance. OK?”

“OK,” he said. His voice was a little stronger, but so was the pain. “Hurts to breathe, too.”

“Well, all the more reason, then.” Despite a blanket sent out from the house that had the ‘phone, Pastor MacDonald’s teeth were chattering by the time he finally heard one wail from a siren. Doors slammed, once again footsteps sounded, the Scout leader whispered to the newcomers, and two ambulance volunteers got down on their knees with the pastor. “Mister, my name is Pavelski. We’ll put a splint on this leg of yours, just in case, just until we get you to the hospital, and the docs there can take care of anything you need. After the splint we’ll rock you onto a stretcher, and it’s going to hurt. So’s the splinting. You weren’t in the war, were you?”

“Not… overseas.”

“Well, O’Brien and me were. We promise, we know what we’re doing. We’ve done it before. But like I said, it’s going to hurt.”

And so it did, making the pastor’s head swirl, but he was still alert enough to say, “Not St. James Mercy Hospital,” when they got him loaded into the ambulance. “Take me to Bethesda.” He would NOT go to a Catholic hospital where some Romish priest would pollute him with incense, and gabble vain utterances in their dead foreign tongue. O’Brien and Pavelski looked at him, then at each other, then shrugged. “Bethesda it is. Either way, be prepared. Some of these streets have frost heaves.”

Which proved to be painfully true, but before long he was in a bed, with a doctor busily on the job and his wife finally sent for. “Broken left leg. Broken left arm – both will need traction. Ribs might be cracked, but the good news is that your back is probably just wrenched. I’m afraid you’re going to be enjoying our hospitality for quite a while, Mr. MacDonald.”

“Pastor.”

“Sorry, Pastor MacDonald. Afraid this won’t be much of a Christmas for you. I’m Doctor Cohen. We’ll be spending a lot of time together for the next few weeks.” The pastor closed his eyes. Cohen. I should have gone to St. James. Why are you punishing me, Lord?

O’Brien and Pavelski, with a little help from their siren, caught the last ten minutes of midnight mass. When it was finished, happy parishioners streamed into the silent and holy night.

Hidden History: The Ku Klux Klan Grips Western New York

One of the puzzles of our history is how western New York fell under the sway of the Ku Klux Klan in the 1920s. Most people would have thought it was a relic of Reconstruction days down south. But exploding almost from nowhere after the First World War, the Klan suddenly became a great power in the land, up to and including controlling the goverments in some states… even in the north. In New York it was especially powerful on Long Island, in Binghamton, and here in the western counties.

*Hate, bigotry, prejudice, stereotypes, and POWER drove the Klan. In the 1920s, a CATHOLIC, Al Smith, was governor of New York! He ran for president! Well, this was a Protestant country! “Everybody knew” that Catholics HAD to obey orders from their priests, or they would go to Hell, and priests HAD to follow orders from the Pope, so all the Catholic voters would put a Catholic in the white house, and we would be ruled from Rome by the Pope pulling the president’s strings. When Al Smith campaigned through Oklahoma in 1928, the Klan burned crosses all along the railroad route. It didn’t break him, and it didn’t stop him. But his family said that the tidal wave of hatred haunted him for the rest of his life.

*Fear also drove the Klan, and certainly there were things to be afraid about. Here in our region in the 1920s, farm folks were already in the grip of the Depression. As far back as 1900 families had begun walking away from the hilltop farms, which had become so uncompetitive that there wasn’t even any point in trying to sell the land. Now prices collapsed as World War I ended, and farmers were stuck with time payments on the tractors and other equipment that they’d bought to replace the young men who went into uniform. Prohibition clobbered the grape growers and the wineries. The big Curtiss plant in Hammondsport closed, putting almost a thousand people out of work. Then the young men came back from the war, and couldn’t find work, as the government said, not OUR problem! If you haven’t got a job it’s because you’re lazy, or because you’re not good enough to be hired. It’s your own fault.

*Motorcars annihilated economic life out in the hamlets. They had had their own stores, schools, doctors, churches, undertakers. But who needed the little store in Coss Corners or Harrisburg Hollow when you could drive to Bath… or from Perkinsville to Wayland, Bloomerville to Avoca, Hornby to Corning? The rich man of Risingville was now a guy who ran a funny little shop in the sticks, with an outhouse in the back, and a kerosene lamp on the counter.

*How could this be happening? How was their way of life being snatched away from them? They could have answered this question by sitting down to study historical, social, economic and technological forces, OR they could grab a prepackaged answer that (a) was easy and (b) gave THEM no blame and no responsibility whatsoever!

*So if you didn’t have jobs, it’s because of the immigrants! If kids were leaving the churches, it’s because of modern ideas foisted on us by faraway professors and writers and movie makers! If the bank wouldn’t extend your loan, it’s because the Jews are strangling us! If there was crime, it’s because of all those Italian mobsters that we’ve never actually SEEN, but people keep telling us about! If our political power was slipping away, it’s because women can vote now, and so many people have moved to those cities!

*The Klan got its start as a terrorist group attacking African Americans, and also attacking white Americans who believed in a biracial country. One of the first movie spectaculars, “The Birth of a Nation,” had whitewashed and popularized it in the ‘teens, and that surely helped the “new” Klan, along with aggressive modern marketing and advertising techniques.

*So did the expansion of its “mission.” Here in our area, Klan propaganda against African Americans seemed sort of pro forma. Their real rage was reserved for Catholics, Jews, immigrants, and leftists.

*The Klan was wildly popular in, and enthusiastically supported by, many area Protestant churches. In Penn Yan they picketed against the Catholic church, and boycotted non-Protestant businesses. Many churches hosted Ku Klux Klan delegations, in which robed and hooded Klansmen marched into services singing “Onward Christian Soldiers,” made a donation, and received the blessing of the pastor and the thunderous applause of the congregation. Crosses burned on hills throughout the region, and sometimes on the lawns of Catholics and immigrants.

*The movement lost steam once Al Smith passed from power, and the Great Depression demanded everyone’s full attention. The Klan’s state head in Indiana raped and brutalized his secretary, then prevented her from getting medical help until she died, undercutting the Klan’s claim to be defending Christian morality.

*People in our region gave up on the Klan, and pretty much stopped talking about it. But a surprising number kept their robes, regalia, and other memorabilia, squirreled away in attics in trunks that would be opened by horrified grandchildren cleaning out after the old folks’ deaths.

*One senior citizen told me that his father-in-law had admitted his long-ago membership in the Klan, but insisted that the only real issue locally was to demand than any voter be required to be literate in English. While that concern would fit, I have to say that I’ve never actually found it in any documents from the 1920s. My friend and I both assumed that that was how the father-in-law, decades later, justified to himself the years that he spent in America’s leading hate group.

An Ugly History — the Ku Klux Klan in Our Area

In 1925, the Ku Klux Klan held a two-day regional rally at Yates County fairgrounds, and a four-day regional rally at Chemung County Fairgrounds, culminating in a fourth of July fireworks spectacular by 250 Klavaliers from Altoona, Pa. The Klan openly held meetings and rallies in dozens of our communities, and burned crosses in dozens of our communities. They held parades in the streets of our communities, and motor cavalcades along our country roads. Members in dozens of churches applauded when Ku Klux Klan members paraded in wearing their robes. Very often the ministers were members. So were police chiefs, county treasurers, presidents of common councils. In several counties they controlled the Republican Party for years.

How did this happen?

In 1915 there appeared a silent spectacular of the silver screen, Birth of a Nation, which glorified the Ku Klux Klan, depicting blacks as monsters and their white sympathizers as dupes. Canny organizers (who made fortunes on memberships and sales) took advantage of this free advertising, adding in whispered warnings about “the foreign:” Jews, Catholics, immigrants, and city dwellers, in addition to African Americans. Rural whites were already being pressured economically – SOME ONE must be responsible, and the Klan had ready answers, PLUS a program to do something about it! AND all the usual benefits of joining a lodge.

These people were also angry (or frightened) at modernization. Votes for women; independent, educated African Americans; movies and radio making people long for something more; new technologies changing the economy; strong unions; religious ideas different from what they’d been used to; modern art; new advances in science; the fact that more Americans now lived in the city than in the country. AND Al Smith was our governor! Catholic! Urban! Progressive! Child of immigrants! He didn’t even believe in prohibition! “Take back our state!”

It’s hard for us to fathom today, but people were fiercely proud of their membership. There was a K.K.K. filling station in Bath, and another in Painted Post. There are K.K.K. gravestones in Canisteo. Members painted K.K.K. on a cliff in Cameron Mills, and maintained it for decades. The Klan had its own meeting house in Cameron Mills into the 1950s. Newspapers reported K.K.K. funerals, and K.K.K. weddings.

Yates County Historical Society has a minute book from the ladies’ auxiliary, the Keuka Klub. They had meetings with 20 to 40 members present, gathering at Milo Second Baptist Church, Penn Yan Methodist Church, and a Grange hall, then rented the Moose Hall for $125 a year.

They had lectures, singing, quilting bee, relief for the sick, etc. In June 1925 they minuted “stores in Penn Yan who are Prodident.” The spelling was not even phonetic, making us wonder whether they even understood what Protestantism was historically.

On one occasion Klan members marched in a circle in front of St. Michael’s church in Penn Yan. Father Hugh A. Crowley (pastor 1922-1930) came out and told them that if they didn’t leave he’d kick their asses. He was a big man, and they left. At a rally in Bath the speaker demanded that any Catholics in the audience leave, insisting that he only wanted to spare their feelings.

The N.A.A.C.P. fought the Klan, and so did the Grand Army of the Republic, though those Union veterans were growing few and frail by then. A mob chased Klan speakers off in Elmira in 1923. When 6000 people in Buffalo joined up the mayor had a policeman infiltrate the group and steal the membership list, which the mayor then published. African Americans from Bath crisscrossed the region jawboning mayors, who generally said they couldn’t stop peaceful parades. But anti-mask laws sprang up, and statewide the 1923 Walker Law, with some exceptions, required organizations to report annually on their memberships, oaths, and bylaws.

The Klan reportedly was still burning crosses on people’s lawns – in Prattsburgh, for instance – into the 1970s, and they still exist in small numbers today, but the big fever died out by the end of the 1920s. Scandals involving the national leadership disillusioned many. Al Smith left the scene. The N.A.A.C.P. conducted a vigorous campaign educating American about lynchings, and finally the Depression got everybody’s minds onto other things.

It’s a very ugly part of our history, but sad to say it’s also a significant part. I’ll be reporting on these chilling days in Steuben County Historical Society’s next Winter Lecture, 4 PM Friday March 6 in Bath Fire Hall – free and open to the public.

Three Ordinary Lifetimes: High Schools, Unions, Bibles… and the Ku Klux Klan

Last week we looked at the fact that three lifetimes… just ordinary lifetimes of 75 years each – would take us back to 1790 and George Washington’s first full year as President. And we looked at what a person born on that day would have experienced, as he or she lived from the beginning of Washington’s first term to the end of Lincoln’s.
Now imagine with us a second child, born on this day in 1865, on the 75th birthday of the one we looked at first.
On this day in 1865 people were feeling the wondering realization that the end of the Civil War was in sight. Local men with Grant were, as they had been for months, hammering away at Petersburg, the key to Richmond and Lee’s dwindling army. Local men with Sherman, having already marched from Atlanta to the sea and captured Savannah at the end of it, were kicking off for a northward drive into the Carolina’s, chasing Johnston’s also-dwindling army.
In March Lincoln was re-inaugurated, promising malice toward none, and charity to all. Listening in the crowd was an infuriated John Wilkes Booth, who was in love with malice but a stranger to charity.
In April Grant broke through the defenses of Petersburg, sending Davis’s government and Lee’s both army on the run. Grant cornered Lee a week later, and captured his entire army. Lincoln remarked in an impromptu speech that maybe “some” of the black soldiers should be allowed to vote. Booth, again lurking nearby, gave in completely to rage. Just days later he finally took up arms for the Confederacy, shooting a middle-aged man from behind in the dark. With telegraph lines limited, many local towns didn’t get the news for days.
Over the next couple of months the remaining Confederate armies tossed in the towel, and the boys came marching home. Released soldiers in Bath got drunk and embarked on a race riot, attacking black people on the perverse “logic” that they had been “responsible” for the war.
Two years later, after lengthy debate, Bath integrated its schools.
The year after that, Brooklyn Flint Glass Works moved to Corning. Good rail connections let them move product out, but a one-track shortline, moving coal, wood, and sand up from Pennsylvania, sealed the deal.
Out along the lakes, grape and wine production grew feverishly.
Laws and Congressional amendments established African Americans as citizens and protected their rights, but most northern whites turned their backs and allowed white southerners to mount what boiled down to a race war.
As we hit our nation’s centennial in 1876, both the nation and the region were becoming more industrial. Our local cities of Corning, Hornell, Geneva, Canandaigua, and Ithaca were incorporated during this period. Ithaca, of course, also boomed with the new land-grant college system.
Local farm families formed Granges for mutual support and encouragement. Built-up areas started providing themselves with water, phone, and electric systems, though electricity was often part-time. Electric trolleys appeared, but would be gone within fifty years or so.
When George Armstrong Custer led his men into annihilation at the Little Big Horn, Bath men named their Union veterans post in his honor.
In 1879 New York opened its State Soldiers and Sailors Home in Bath, “to care for him who shall have borne the battle,” in Lincoln’s words. A great many local communities formed public libraries.
In 1872, most Corning businesses gave their employees the day off for Christmas. But for many workers, December 25th and the 4th of July were work days well into the new century. In 1890, firings at Corning Glass Works led to 200 men and boys walking out, and the start of a long unionization struggle.
Christian Science appeared during this period, along with the Jehovah’s Witness and Pentecostal movements. The first new English Bible appeared since 1611.
Niagara Falls became America’s first state park. Watkins Glen followed some years later.
Even small towns across the region opened high schools, or paid to send their kids to school.
In 1876 AND in 1888, our ridiculous electoral college system torpedoed us again. In both cases the voters chose a president… and the electors seated the guy who lost.
Two presidents — Garfield and McKinley — were assassinated.
In 1894 New York voters approved the Constitutional provision that state forest lands ‘be forever kept as wild.” In 1901 President Theodore Roosevelt established he first National Wildlife Refuge.
We had a war to free Cuba, during which we grabbed Hawaii, Wake, Guam, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines, besides setting up our own puppet government in Havana.
As the new century dawned, internal combustion became a force in the land. Nowhere locally was this more evident than in Hammondsport, where factories for motorcycles, blimps, and even airplanes – not to mention the engines themselves – sprang up. The spark plug for all this combustion was of course Glenn Curtiss, who made millions on the First World War.
That war left more empty seats around the table, meanwhile vaulting America into world prominence. The Spanish Influenza rushed in as the war neared its end, killing millions. Hundreds died locally.
The “Great Migration” was in full swing, as African Americans freed themselves from the south much as Jews would soon flee Germany.
Prohibition clobbered the economy of the Finger Lakes, which tried to make it up by paving the roads and promoting tourism. The Finger Lakes Tourism Alliance came to be.
As Catholic city-dweller Al Smith rose to prominence, hysterical rural folks formed Ku Klux Klan chapters. State headquarters were in Binghamton, and Yates County Fairground was a favored site for rallies. African Americans from Bath took the lead in fighting the Klan, which dwindled considerably (but did not vcanish) by the 1930s.
Franklin D. Roosevelt contracted polio in 1921. In 1928 he ran for governor, barnstorming every county by auto caravan, proclaiming his progressive record and asking delighted crowds, “Do I look sick to you?”
Across the country what looked like a boom proved to be a bubble, and the world plunged into a Depression that some economists compared to the Dark Ages. Hammondsport was one of many communities that helped sweep Roosevelt into the White House. He’d promised to end Prohibition, and did, and they immediately went back to voting Republican.
In one year of Depression Steuben County aided something like 5000 homeless people in transient camps and bureaus, and 3000 in the poorhouse. Public works from Washington and Albany helped. These included Glenn Curtiss Memorial School, Dansville High School, Painted Post post office, Stony Brook State Park, and Watkins Glen State Park. Civilian Conservation Corps worked on the parks and on soil conservation. After the catastrophic 1935 flood, which killed far more people than the 1972 flood, work got under way on Almond and Arkport dams.
As his second term neared its end in 1940, F.D.R. was desperate to retire and concentrate on his physical therapy, which bode fair to vastly improve his mobility. But Hitler had invaded Poland just months earlier, while Japan had been savaging China for a decade. With war at the door and depression still snapping at our heels, a soft-spoken sentiment grew slowly but steadily louder – we want Roosevelt again.