The Cornbread Mafia: A Homegrown Syndicate's Code of Silence and the Biggest Marijuana Bust in American History

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by James Higdon


  Lebanon's four saloons and two quart houses had all employed extra help to keep up with the countdown's business; several closed down before the midnight deadline because they had run out of anything to sell. The evening train, which arrived in Lebanon from eastern Kentucky every night at 7:40, added an extra coach for several days to accommodate the increased traffic for those who needed to come the one hundred miles to Lebanon for "wet goods."

  One dealer told the Enterprise that his business would be fine if the wartime prohibition lasted only three or four months, saying that everyone had enough stock stored away for this length of time-seemingly telling the newspaper that he and everyone else were moving immediately into the illegal whisky trade until things lightened up.

  "We had disposed of practically all of our stock," said the dealer. "We were having many calls for case lots but we had none on hand. We could have supplied a few mixed cases, but most of the buyers did not wish these, so we decided to close up until the drouth passes over."

  On Monday evening, America's last wet night, J. W. Reidel's saloon closed first, locking its doors at 7:00 p.m. after running out of stock. The Vaughn Hotel bar closed at about 9:30, just before B. J. Mattingly's saloon. No one knew how long the wartime ban would last; many were in denial that the new dry laws were permanent. Surely they would last only a few months.

  The first night after official prohibition began, someone robbed the Vaughn Hotel bar by busting through a bolted door that connected the saloon with the baggage room of the hotel, stealing $150 in "prohibited" liquor (worth $1,957 in 2011 dollars) and more than a dozen bottles of Champagne. An automobile, police speculated, had aided the escape.

  On August 1, the Enterprise reported the net effect of the first dry month of Lebanon's history:

  AN UNUSUAL RECORD

  Since July 1, when the "whole darn world went dry," there has been a marked falling off in the number of arrests in this city. Police Judge John Thomas stated yesterday that during the month ofJuly, just closed, there was one arrest for drunkenness. And this one, he said, was not a local man but one who came in on a train. In June there were between 80 and 90 arrests, but, of course, it would be unfair to compare July, or any other month, with June for the reason it was the month before prohibition became effective.

  By February 1920, the prohibitionists were ready to declare mission accomplished. Looking back at 1919, with half the year wet and the other half dry, the supporters of forced temperance saw night followed by dawn. On February 27, Dr. G. G. Thornton wrote in the Lebanon Enterprise regarding 1919:

  During the first six months (wet) there were 232 arrests for all causes, against 56 during the last six months (dry). Arrests for drunkenness during the first six months were 180, against 12 during the last six months. For other causes 53 arrests were made during the six months wet, against 44 during the six months dry. Who will look at the above figures and say that you can't help to make people better by legislation? This is better than I hoped for this soon and it is getting better all the time.

  What Dr. Thornton called a plan to "make people better by legislation" began a thirteen-year crime wave across the country that ran deep into Marion County. The magic law of Prohibition forced the breadwinners of families on the brink of starvation into the criminal underworld to make a living by evading state and federal agents for doing what their families had done legally and peacefully for generations.

  It wouldn't be long before outside criminal elements flocked to Marion County and its warehouses of earthly delights-and a dark period of theft, murder and other crime slowly took hold in the once-harmonious (although regularly intoxicated) communities. With the once-proud distilleries that dotted the county before Prohibition now crumbling in disrepair, those who had earned a living at those distilleries took their knowledge into the nearly impenetrable wooded knobs.

  Moonshiners thrived everywhere in America during Prohibition, especially in those states contained by the Mississippi and Ohio Rivers, but Kentucky had a few advantages over its neighbors to the south.

  First, its proximity to thirsty northern cities like Detroit, Chicago and Cleveland; and second, in the case of Marion and Nelson Counties, firsthand knowledge of the distilling process on a commercial level.

  Also, most moonshiners elsewhere used inefficient pot-bellied stills that made batches of no more than fifty gallons per day, which are fine for small-time operations. But in Marion County, moonshiners constructed versions of the steam stills that their former employers had used-clean and efficient, even a crude steam still could produce three hundred gallons of moonshine a day. More-efficient ones could produce up to one thousand gallons a day, like this one:

  HUGE STILL IS DESTROYED BY OFFICERS

  Federal Agents Say That Plant Is Largest Yet Seized In Kentucky

  Where else would the biggest still in Kentucky be located except Holy Cross? When ten "dry officers" arrived in the hamlet that Basil Hayden had built, they almost immediately found and destroyed two one-hundredgallon stills on Ollie Thomas's farm. After that January morning's driving rain slackened, they went to Tom Cambron's farmhouse, where they found the still that broke the state record. All the agents were veterans of Prohibition raids by 1922, but none had seen anything like this before.

  "All it needed was a storekeeper and gauger," one agent told the Lexington Herald, "to make of the plant a regular distillery."

  Cambron had built onto his farmhouse a thirty-three-feet-square room out of galvanized iron sheeting. Lining the wall were eight fermenters, each with a 500-gallon capacity. A 110-gallon copper still rested on a carefully constructed brick furnace; its copper arm was more than six feet long; and the worm, made from inch-and-one-quarter copper pipe, measured thirty-eight feet long and was coiled nine times. The whole thing was valued by the revenuers at $1,500 (or $20,227 in 2011 dollars). They emptied the fifty-gallon-barreled fresh whisky they found along with 3,600 gallons of distiller's beer and mash.

  The still had been operating twenty-four hours a day, so when the revenuers sacked it in the predawn hours, they caught Jesse Cecil, a farmhand, working the third shift. Running nonstop, the still could make more than a barrel of moonshine per day, valued at $300 in 1922 or $4,045 in 2011. After destroying the Cambrons' livelihood and arresting their help, agents found 1,500 pounds of meal and mash hidden in an outhouse and four cows feeding on the fermented grain tossed out by distilleries, a popular barnyard feed commonly referred to as "slop."

  Although the Cambrons had their still confiscated, the cows that had been feeding on the slop managed to escape the long arm of the law. Other animals weren't so lucky. Again, from the Enterprise:

  CONFISCATED MULES AGAIN IN CUSTODY

  Team Seized with Alleged Shiners, Taken From Negro Man, Brought Here.

  FEDERAL OFFICERS TAKE TWELVE HOGS IN RAID

  Porkers Were Found Feeding At A Big Still-Several Plants Are Destroyed.

  The federal agents and those deputized by them to uphold the Volstead Act took their jobs seriously; they didn't think taking twelve pigs prisoner was funny at all and saw no humor in arresting the same team of mules twice. Just a few years into Prohibition, the seizure of livestock and the arrest of people as if they were livestock had become commonplace as the criminalization of an entire people's way of life became normalized.

  Meanwhile, the distilleries that once provided honest livings to whole communities now sat empty, rotting where they stood, their walls covered by encroaching Kentucky flora and becoming nests for northern cardinals, eastern bluebirds and barn warehouses, however, were still racked with thousands of barrels of whisky. Its existence was not illegal, but its manufacture, transport or sale was. So, as long as the whisky behaved itself and stayed in its barrels in its warehouses, the federal government didn't seem to mind, deputizing locals as warehouse agents to guard Kentucky's aging whisky. Twelve men-one-quarter of the total number of agents in the state-were posted to the Marion County warehouses. With unemployment high, the warehous
e agent jobs were sought by scores of hardworking men; the men were hired based on a strict criterion-their political party affiliation. In 1920, the Democrats controlled the statehouse in Frankfort, and so Democrats guarded the whisky in Marion County, smuggling the contents of the barrels past the federal revenuers one sip at a time.

  When forced to choose between liquor and the law, the community came down on the side of liquor nearly every time and therefore on the side of outlaws and criminals, dramatically eroding the respect for the rule of law-including a scene in 1921 when a mob of seventy-five citizens in New Haven faced off against two government agents attempting to arrest a pair of moonshining brothers.

  While many were engaged in replicating Kentucky's once-legal bourbon in moonshine stills across the region, others kept busy trying to steal from the warehouses of those shuttered distilleries what remained of the bonded whisky that had been barreled there before Prohibition's dawn. Every day the bourbon sat in those charred oak barrels, becoming more delicious by the minute, its value on the black market ticked upward. If each warehouse had become its own Ft. Knox depository, then George Remus-a Cincinnati defense attorney and first-class gangster-played the role of Goldfinger.

  A federal agent would later testify that all of central Kentucky's seventy-five distilleries were robbed during Prohibition-many of them by men working for Remus. A former pharmacist, Remus read the Volstead Act carefully, especially the sections dealing with the exemptions for medical liquor, and discovered that pharmacies could legally buy and pay taxes on the stockpiles of bonded whisky currently aging in warehouses like the ones in Loretto and elsewhere in Marion County. So, Remus bought a pharmacy called the Kentucky Drug Company, located just across the Ohio River from Cincinnati in Covington, from which he purchased whisky from distilleries, which he also owned, one thousand cases at a time in order to distribute them to the medical whisky market. Gangsters working for Remus would then hijack these convoys and redirect their thousands of cases of Kentucky bourbon to the black markets of Chicago and the Northeast. Using this method, Remus achieved a staggering level of wealth, and Marion County was a direct source of his income.

  In January 1921, a man who called himself C. L. Lynn arrived in Loretto with his wife and at least one other man in a motorcade of three vehicles at a time when the newspaper still referred to them as "machines"-a Ford sedan, a Cadillac and an REO speed wagon, which resembled "very much an ambulance," according to the Lebanon Enterprise. Mrs. Lynn stepped out of the Cadillac wearing diamonds and furs, while Mr. Lynn displayed a great amount of cash and paid some Loretto men to help him build a garage adjoining the warehouse for his REO truck. Lynn wasted no time in showing the revenue officials his permits to bottle the warehoused whisky for medical purposes.

  The Lynns hired twelve locals to bottle the thirty-five barrels of whisky that remained in the Cummins warehouse, which filled 4,644 quart bottles that were packed into 387 cases over the course of six weeks. At night some in Loretto heard Lynn's truck leave its garage, only to see it back in the garage the next morning. When asked about this pattern several times, Lynn said he sent his truck out to aid a stranded motorist.

  On February 10, 1921, the Lynns drove their Ford from Loretto to a gas station in Lebanon to fill up three five-gallon external tanks in preparation for their trip out of town. But before they got out of Loretto, their Ford got stuck in the muddy front yard of Len Thompson, the superintendent of the Cummins distillery. Thompson and his wife came out of the house to help the Lynns out of the muck. That night the Lynns disappeared, taking the REO and Ford with them but leaving the Cadillac behind. The feds inspected the Cummins distillery seven days later and discovered the whole place empty of people and liquor, estimating the value of the lost whisky at $50,000 (nearly $672,000 in 2011 dollars).

  News of the heist spread, and a newspaper reporter in Louisville received a phone call from a man identifying himself as C. L. Lynn.

  "Officials in more counties than one are involved. A man who paid for the law enforcement was with me on the deal but he double-crossed me," Lynn said. "They are sitting on what they believe to be whisky out there in Marion County tonight, but it's not whisky-it's colored water."

  When the feds came to the Loretto distillery to investigate, Mrs. Thompson, the superintendent's wife, provided them with a clue. When she had helped the Lynns get their Ford out of the mud, she somehow ended up with Mrs. Lynn's gloves in her handbag. After the Lynns disappeared, Mrs. Thompson discovered stitched into one of the glove's inside hem the owner's real name: Edna Lawrence.

  Edna was married to Robert Lawrence, one of America's most wanted automobile thieves, with eighteen indictments against him in Columbus, Ohio, alone-undoubtedly one of Remus's men. Revenue agents from all over the country met in Louisville to discuss the case, and on February 24, Elwood Hamilton, collector of internal revenue, suspended the Marion County distillery guards, including one Harold Bickett, for failure to guard the warehouse.

  In late October 1922, more than a year and a half later, whisky bandits (likely Remus's men) paid a visit to the Burks Spring distillery, a ramshackle set of little wooden buildings that lacked the charming aura that Maker's Mark would give it in 1958. Despite being run-down, there was one attractive thing about Burks Spring-the contents of its warehouses.

  The bandits paid off the warehouse guards and storekeeper-no need to get into a gunfight when a little money would do the trick. Besides, the bandits didn't need to do anything as unseemly as roll the barrels from the warehouse into trucks where any revenuer could see. Instead, they had a subtler plan-from the inside, someone bored holes in the whisky barrels and inserted a hose. From the outside, someone else siphoned the whisky out of the barrels and into kegs already packed into the back of a waiting car. It's a technique that Remus duplicated elsewhere, including a siphoning operation at the Jack Daniel's warehouses, which Remus also owned.

  But maybe the siphoning method didn't go fast enough, or maybe the warehouse guards grew itchy-because the next month, November 1922, Remus's whisky robbers went whole hog and decided to take everything they could from Burks Spring. Eleven men drove into Loretto in a convoy of five cars and loaded them up with 450 gallons of aged whisky in barrels marked "Loretto" and forty-five gallons of unaged white dog, popularly called moonshine, from the Burks Spring distillery and headed off in a caravan toward Lexington. Led by a Packard loaded down with 210 gallons, followed by a Buick, two Ford touring cars and a Ford truck filled with guns and ammunition bringing up the rear, the load was worth $25,000 on the bootlegger's market, or nearly $336,000 in 2011 dollars.

  At midnight a revenuer roadblock stopped the convoy in Perryville, twenty miles away. When told to surrender, the whisky thieves opened fire. The gunfight lasted three hours-the most excitement Perryville had seen since the Civil War. During the shootout, revenue agents shot one of the bootleggers in the Buick, along with the tires of all the cars in the convoy. At the end of the gunfight, eight of the heavily armed men surrendered; the other three, at least one wounded badly, escaped. After processing these arrests, the federal agents went to Burks Spring and arrested the storekeeper, the gauger, the property custodian and two warehouse guards, charging that they were all complicit in the conspiracy. When the revenuers searched the warehouse, they discovered the leftovers of the siphoning operation-sixty-eight barrels empty in their ricks. At forty gallons a barrel, that's 2,720 gallons, worth over $323,000 in 1922 or $4.34 million in 2011. The next April government officials checking the distillery at Burks Spring found an additional 225 cases of whisky missing, every drop of bottled liquor in the house. The Enterprise reported:

  MORE LORETTO LIQUOR TAKEN

  The distillery nestled among the hills out a few miles from Loretto has been the scene ofseveral sensational robberies, and two or three persons accused of being implicated in the thefts are now under sentence to the federal prison in Atlanta. Others arrested in connection with the liquor raids on the plant are now under bond.
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  That the distillery has again been robbed will not come as a surprise to many. It has frequently been said that the robberies would continue until all of the whisky had either been removed or stolen. The barreled whisky is now being transferred to another storage center.

  This decision to transfer what remained of Kentucky's whisky to centralized locations became widespread. Revenuers no longer wished to rely on local, politically appointed warehouse guards to act as a line of defense against those wishing to pollute the streets with the illegal sale of alcohol. In May 1933, the month John Dillinger moved to town amid the chatter following one of the most contentious Kentucky Derby finishes of all time, workers loaded train cars with what remained of Marion County's whisky-which would have been bottled and labeled as "Rolling Fork" and "Cumberland" if not for Prohibition. The Enterprise reported:

  'TIS ALL GONE; NO MORE LEFT

  Task of Transferring Whisky From Local Warehouses Is Completed.

  Over A Month Required

  The task of removing the whisky in the big iron-clad warehouses at the plant of the Mueller, Wathen & Kobert distillery was completed Monday, the last car load leaving that day for Louisville where much Kentucky liquor is being concentrated.

  Shipments of the whisky was begun several weeks ago, and two or three car loads would be forwarded each day. The whisky was hauled from the warehouse to freight cars on a sidetrack at the plant, and few people knew that it was being transferred to another city. A Chicago firm of liquor dealers several months ago purchased all the whisky owned by Mueller, Wathen & Kobert, and that firm was not interested in the ownership of the liquor shipped. In the shipment were several thousand barrels.

 

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