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Historic Era: Era 7: The Emergence of Modern America (1890-1930)
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February/March 1997 | Volume 48, Issue 1
Authors:
Historic Era: Era 7: The Emergence of Modern America (1890-1930)
Historic Theme:
Subject:
February/March 1997 | Volume 48, Issue 1
When I came upon a news item not long ago to the effect that the Florida representative Bill McCollum had called for changes in federal law that would allow for the trial (in certain circumstances) of 13- and 14-year-old juveniles as adults and that other “get-tough” members of Congress advocated confining some convicted juveniles with adult prisoners, my reaction was immediate and automatic: What, oh what, would Judge Lindsey say?
Judge Lindsey, you see, was Ben Lindsey, a progressive advocate with a fly-weight physique (98 pounds, 5'5" at age 32, in 1901) and the soul of a gladiator. Among his several reform causes was precisely the separate treatment for young criminal offenders that is now under attack, and, whether you agree with his reasoning or not, his story is worth telling. He is one more spirited exemplar of a special kind of optimistic American spirit that flamed especially high at the start of this century.
Lindsey was the son of Landy Lindsey, a Confederate-veteran telegraph operator, dreamer, and depressive who moved his young family from Tennessee to Denver, where he failed notably to make a living. Ben was first sent to a Catholic prep school, but when his father lost his job, he was moved into the strongly Baptist environment of his maternal grandfather’s home in Tennessee. When Ben was eighteen, Landy Lindsey cut his own throat with a razor. Ben returned to Denver, where he and a brother kept the family alive but impoverished. He sold newspapers and worked as a janitor, then began to study law, but at age 19 he found life so grim that one night he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. The weapon misfired, and Lindsey was shocked back into the will to live.
Soon after, as a temporary district attorney, he got an accused man jailed, then realized in horror that the convict’s family would starve without his earnings. Lindsey unsuccessfully pleaded with the judge for a suspended sentence. “Son,” was the response, “your forte will never be that of a prosecutor.” He became a public defender, and his next formative experience was in conferring with two clients who turned out to be 12-year-old boys awaiting trial for theft. He found them in jail playing poker with two old cons. Lindsey, outraged, got the judge to assign the boys to his supervision, instead of keeping them in what he called “a school for crime.”
Several losses in civil suits taught him that victims of industrial accidents, and indeed all underdogs, had no chance of winning in court against corporations in cahoots with the political machine that ran Denver and Colorado. (A man not given to understatement, he called it “The Beast.”) He saw a way out in working from the inside, so he joined the Democratic party and was rewarded in time with a county judgeship. Then came his personal moment of conversion. A teenager came into court, charged with stealing coal