Keeping the Faith

God, Democracy, and the Trial That Riveted a Nation

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“Brenda Wineapple’s wonderful account of the Scopes trial sheds light not only on the battles of the past but on the struggles of the present.”—Jon Meacham
 
“History at its most delicious.”—The New York Times Book Review (front page review, Editors’ Choice)

The dramatic story of the 1925 Scopes trial, which captivated the nation and exposed profound divisions in America that still resonate today—divisions over the meaning of freedom, religion, education, censorship, and civil liberties in a democracy


“Propulsive . . . a terrific story about a pivotal moment in our history.”—Ken Burns

ONE OF THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE’S TEN BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR • A NEW YORKER BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR


“No subject possesses the minds of men like religious bigotry and hate, and these fires are being lighted today in America.” So said legendary attorney Clarence Darrow as hundreds of people descended on the sleepy town of Dayton, Tennessee, for the trial of a schoolteacher named John T. Scopes, who was charged with breaking the law by teaching evolution to his biology class in a public school.

Brenda Wineapple, the award-winning author of The Impeachers, explores how and why the Scopes trial quickly seemed a circus-like media sensation, drawing massive crowds and worldwide attention. Darrow, a brilliant and controversial lawyer, said in his electrifying defense of Scopes that people should be free to think, worship, and learn. William Jennings Bryan, three-time Democratic nominee for president, argued for the prosecution that evolution undermined the fundamental, literal truth of the Bible and created a society without morals, meaning, and hope.

In Keeping the Faith, Wineapple takes us into the early years of the twentieth century—years of racism, intolerance, and world war—to illuminate, through this pivotal legal showdown, a seismic period in American history. At its heart, the Scopes trial dramatized conflicts over many of the fundamental values that define America, and that continue to divide Americans today.
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Praise for Keeping the Faith

“Captivating . . . Keeping the Faith is history at its most delicious, presented free from the musty smell of the archives where it was clearly assembled with great care. The struggles of yesteryear between reason and ignorance do not merely illuminate those of the present. They are the same struggle. This is a story from a past that isn’t even past.”The New York Times (front page review, Editors’ Choice)

“A briskly told chronicle by Brenda Wineapple, who has a knack for producing popular histories with contemporary resonance.”—The New Yorker

“If you’re eager for answers to the presidential election, start here. If you’re merely looking for gripping history . . . ditto. Wineapple, one of our great contemporary American historians . . . doesn’t explicitly lay out the [Scopes] trial’s resonance 100 years later. She doesn’t need to.”Chicago Tribune

“Wineapple’s book provides a vivid account of how fear has always acted on our national consciousness—and a way of coming to terms with our own fractured political present. . . . Outstanding.”—The Atlantic

“Brilliant . . . Keeping the Faith could not have been published at a more appropriate time.”—Bookreporter

“No one has written a richer or more dramatic narrative of the [Scopes] trial or its leading combatants than Wineapple has in Keeping the Faith.”The Nation

“[A] gripping and expansive reexamination of the Scopes Monkey Trial . . . This historical investigation pulses with urgency.”Publishers Weekly, starred review

“The notorious ‘monkey trial’ in expert hands.”—Kirkus Reviews

“A brilliant account of the Scopes trial, as fair-minded as it is well written, as compelling as it is richly detailed—and as relevant to today’s America as it is faithful to the America of a century ago.”—Geoffrey C. Ward, author of A First-Class Temperament

“Brenda Wineapple’s wonderful account sheds light not only on the battles of the past but on the unfolding struggles of the urgent present.”—Jon Meacham, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of And There Was Light

“In Brenda Wineapple’s hands, a century-old event opens a window on our country today, [and] the impulse to label certain ideas as too dangerous to be taught.”—Linda Greenhouse, Pulitzer Prize–winning legal journalist

“[Wineapple] recounts a battle about science, religion, truth, and freedom of thought that seems much closer than a century ago.”—Drew Gilpin Faust, New York Times bestselling author of Necessary Trouble

“In this propulsive account of the 1925 Scopes trial, Wineapple exposes fault lines in America that continue to haunt us today.”—Ken Burns

“A master of historical narrative, [Wineapple] has given us a bracing and illuminating tale for our own troubled times.”—Evan Thomas, New York Times bestselling author of Road to Surrender

“Much of what we think we know about the famous Scopes trial, we don’t. Our misconceptions need correction—and there is no better corrector than Brenda Wineapple.”—Garry Wills, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Lincoln at Gettysburg
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Keeping the Faith

Chapter One

The Beginning of Wisdom


1858–1914

Clarence Darrow, the famous labor lawyer from Chicago, had stood tall in the public’s eye for almost two decades, and even those who didn’t much like him respected his vigorous defense of what seemed to be hopeless cases. That was until he himself was put on trial, twice, in 1912 and 1913, for attempting to bribe a juror. Though he was acquitted the first time, the second trial ended in a hung jury. His reputation seemed beyond repair. Then came the 1920s and his second act, and Clarence Darrow was over sixty years old.

Earlier, in 1887, when Darrow first arrived in Chicago, it was a city of immigrants, of Poles and Hungarians, Irish and Italians, Germans and Jews, a smoldering place of grime, noise, wind, and graft with more than a million people and still growing, a city where the smell of blood wafted from the stockyards and animals screeched in the slaughterhouses.

Chicago was perfect for Clarence Darrow, a young and ambitious lawyer from the provinces eager to put village life behind. Before Darrow arrived, Bryan had been in Chicago studying law for two unhappy years and yearned, he said, to return to the rural life he idealized. But Darrow adored the city, with its noise and energy and people living there from all over the world. America’s rail lines converged in Chicago. “Corn, hogs, wheat, iron, coal, industrialism—a new age moving across a continent by railroads,” the novelist Sherwood Anderson would recall. In his novel Sister Carrie, Theodore Dreiser sent his hungry heroine Carrie Meeber to Chicago, where she gazed longingly at bright merchandise she couldn’t afford in that city of Armour, Swift, McCormick, Pullman, and Marshall Field, the Chicago barons. John D. Rockefeller had endowed the new University of Chicago. “Education ran riot at Chicago,” Henry Adams said drily.

The civic leader and social reformer Jane Addams had opened the doors of her Hull House settlement in Chicago’s sweatshop district and offered hot lunches, university extension courses, and lectures, along with gymnastics and language classes, to the immigrants who had flooded into the city. Hull House residents prodded the city council into building a public bathhouse and agitated for the inspection of factories. This too was Chicago. The homeless slept on the floors of City Hall. British author H. G. Wells said Chicago was like a prospectors’ camp, and German sociologist Max Weber compared the city to a human with its skin removed.

Darrow embraced all of it. For him, there was no going back.

Clarence Darrow had been raised in Kinsman, Ohio, a village about two miles east of Farmdale, in the northeastern part of the state, where he’d been born in 1857. His parents, abolitionists, helped fugitives escape slavery to find safe harbor in Canada, and every Sunday Darrow’s father would read to his brood of children from the sermons of the abolitionist preacher Theodore Parker. And it was a brood. Seven children had survived infancy, including Clarence, and together they lived in a wood-frame octagon house, a style which the phrenologist and reformer Orson Squire Fowler had been promoting as an efficient and healthful and ventilated use of space, with more light and fewer dark hallways. (P. T. Barnum had one built in Connecticut.)

By most mid-nineteenth-century measures, the Darrows were fairly eccentric. One of Darrow’s brothers was christened Channing Ellery after William Ellery Channing, the antislavery preacher; another was named Edward Everett Darrow to honor the orator, diplomat, and former Massachusetts governor, Senator Edward Everett. “Seward” was Clarence’s middle name, out of his parents’ admiration for New York senator William Seward (later Abraham Lincoln’s Secretary of State), who had proclaimed “there is a higher law than the Constitution”—that of inalienable human freedom.

Clarence Darrow believed that too, up to a point. Human law was made by human hands.

Darrow’s father, Amirus, had studied for the ministry at the Meadville Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania but somewhere along the way lost his faith. Locals in his village dubbed him “Deny” Darrow because he denied that the Bible was the literal word of God. A frustrated, dreamy, and well-read man with too many children to feed, Amirus Darrow reminded Clarence that John Stuart Mill was just three years old when Mill began to learn Greek. Young Clarence preferred baseball. But Amirus taught him a lesson he never forgot: “Doubt was the beginning of wisdom, and the fear of God was the end of wisdom.”

Darrow was a sensitive child. He wouldn’t venture inside his father’s workshop at night because Amirus, a cabinetmaker, was also the local undertaker and kept a supply of caskets right there in the corner. When Clarence was told his pet chicken had to be killed and eaten before it grew old and tough, he ran outdoors and would not come back inside while the chicken was cooking. Nor would he eat anything for the rest of that day. Nor would he eat chicken ever again.

Darrow told his first biographer that his mother, Emily Eddy Darrow, regarded displays of affection as a sign of weakness. Claiming he barely remembered her—untrue—he said, “I know that I must have loved her, for I can never forget the bitterness of my despair and grief when they told me she must die.” The fifteen-year-old Clarence stared for a very long time at her open coffin in the darkened front parlor and, in later years, found no comfort in homilies about immortality or the soul. No one had the right, especially not the state, to deprive anyone of anything as precious, fragile, and fleeting as life.

After just a year at Allegheny College, Darrow returned to Kinsman, the depression of 1873 having wreaked havoc on the family fortunes, such as they were. To earn money, he taught in a nearby school, and on the way home he often stopped by the tinsmith’s shop, since the tinsmith happened to be the justice of the peace. Darrow later reminisced that he enjoyed hearing the local lawyers rail at each other. Perhaps that was why he enrolled for one year in the new law department at the University of Michigan. The next year, 1878, he was admitted to the bar. Two years after that, he and a young local woman, Jessie Ohl, were married and in 1883 had a son, Paul, whom they adored.

Darrow opened a small practice in Andover, Ohio, another small town, where he presided mainly over horse trades or adjudicated personal grudges. But the country boy was making good. Wanting more exposure and likely more money, he moved his family to the far larger town of Ashtabula, a railroad hub located on the shore of Lake Erie. There he realized, after he successfully ran for city solicitor, that he had a taste for politics. And deeply moved by Judge John Peter Altgeld’s tract on the criminal justice system, Our Penal Machinery and Its Victims, Darrow began to develop his lifelong interest in the causes of crime. The poor and the helpless were arrested the most, he noticed. The deck was stacked.

He wanted to buy a house. Though he had five hundred dollars and promised to pay the remaining three thousand, the sellers of the house rejected his bid; they assumed he’d never be able to earn enough to come up with the rest of the money. Darrow decided right then (he claimed) that he would leave Ashtabula and forget about a reasonably comfortable but inglorious life. Two of his siblings were in Chicago. John Peter Altgeld was in Chicago. Darrow would go to Chicago. He would meet Judge Altgeld.

Altgeld had arrived in America in 1847, when he was just three months old, after his parents had immigrated from Germany. As a young man, he worked on his father’s farm in Ohio and, during the Civil War, enlisted in the Union army. He read law in Missouri and though elected county prosecutor there, he moved to Chicago around 1877 and started investing in real estate. He did well, but his real love was politics; he called it his recreation, which also meant he never rested. And he was as sharp a politician as anyone in sharp-elbowed Chicago. He catered to no one, feared no one, he was a man who “plays the game, for the benefit of the people,” Darrow recalled.

In 1886, Altgeld was elected to the Superior Court of Cook County and was soon named chief justice. In the spring of that same year, just before the Darrows arrived in Chicago, the large farm implement manufacturer the McCormick Harvesting Machine Company fired a number of employees. When fellow workers walked out in protest, the company hired nonunion men and employed a special police force to guard the new workers, who were called “scabs.” Inevitably fights broke out between picketers and scabs, but on May 3, the police opened fire and killed four of the striking men.

The next night, after the mayor had issued permits, a legal protest rally convened in Haymarket Square. The organizers of the rally had hoped for a better turnout, and when it began to rain, those who had come began to head home. Everything had been peaceful.

About the Author

Brenda Wineapple
Brenda Wineapple is the author of several books including The Impeachers: The Trial of Andrew Johnson and the Dream of a Just Nation as well as Ecstatic Nation: Confidence, Crisis, and Compromise, 1848-1877, both of them named best books of the year by The New York Times, among many other publications; White Heat: The Friendship of Emily Dickinson and Thomas Wentworth Higginson, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award; Hawthorne: A Life, winner of the Ambassador Award; and Sister Brother: Gertrude and Leo Stein. Her numerous other honors include a Literature Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a Pushcart Prize, a Guggenheim Fellowship, an American Council of Learned Societies Fellowship, two National Endowment Fellowships in the Humanities, and, most recently, a National Endowment Public Scholars Award. She has been named a Fellow at the Cullman Center for Scholars and Writers and an elected member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences and regularly contributes to major publications such as The New York Times Book Review, The New York Review of Books, The Wall Street Journal, and The Nation. More by Brenda Wineapple
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