WHY I AM OPPOSED TO HANGING.

AVERSION TO THIS MODE OF EXECUTION WAS CAUSED BY AN INCIDENT WHICH

HAPPENED AT BELLEVILLE ILLINOIS, YEARS AGO--THROUGH THE TRAP WITH A

MURDERER.

In my younger days I was a firm believer in hanging as a means of

capital punishment, but I do not hold the same views now, and have not

for a long time. As my friends have often asked me what caused me to

change my mind on this matter, I am now going to take them into my

confidence, and tell them all about it.

Several years ago I had some important business to transact with Sheriff

Ropiequet of St. Clair County, Illinois. I went to his office in the

Court House at Belleville. The deputy in charge informed me that the

sheriff was over in the jail yard putting the finishing touches to

arrangements for hanging a negro named Johnson, who had been convicted

of killing his wife in a most brutal manner. The deputy further informed

me that if my business was important, I had better go to the jail at

once, as the sheriff would probably be too busy later to see me until

after dinner. Acting on this tip, I at once went to the jail and was

admitted. The sheriff told me he was too busy at the time to attend to

the business, and would be until after the hanging, and invited me to

witness the execution, which was to take place in a few moments. I cared

nothing about this, as the witnessing of executions had long since

ceased to be a novelty to me, but under the circumstances, I accepted

the invitation.

The scaffold had been erected in the yard surrounding the jail. The

platform, which was about eight feet square, rested on four upright

posts, about six and a half feet from the ground. The trap door, which

was about three feet square, was located in the center of the platform,

and fastened to one end by two hinges, opening downward. The other end

was fastened on the underside by a bolt, or trigger, the pulling of

which would allow the body to drop down through the platform. On the

center of the trap door was a soap box, on which the culprit was to

stand while awaiting the arranging of the noose, one end of which ran

around a pulley fastened to a cross-beam above the platform, so that the

rope could be adjusted to the proper length. A stairway, about three

feet wide, had been built from the ground to the platform.

Within a few minutes, the sheriff and condemned man, accompanied by a

priest and a deputy sheriff, appeared at the door leading from the jail

to the yard in which the execution was to take place. As they marched

toward the scaffold the sheriff commanded me to join the procession,

which I did, following the party up the stairway to the platform. The

condemned man appeared cool and walked with a firm step. I took a

position to the right of him, while the sheriff stood at his left. The

priest and deputy stood just back of us. After the man who was about to

be hanged had taken his position on the box on the trap, he was asked if

he had anything to say, as is usual on such occasions. The negro made a

complete confession of his guilt, but claimed that the drinking of bad

whiskey was the real cause of his committing the crime, and admonished

all within the hearing of his voice to beware of strong drink. At the

conclusion of his talk, the deputy bound his legs and tied his hands

behind him, while the sheriff adjusted the black cap. The negro had an

exceedingly long head and neck, and as a result the cap did not cover

all of his neck, there being a space of an inch or two between the

bottom of the cap and the top of his coat collar. Just as the sheriff

placed the noose around the condemned man's neck, but before the

officers had time to tighten the rope, it came in contact with the bare

place on the negro's neck, and he fainted. The sheriff grabbed one arm

and I the other to keep the fainting man from falling from the platform.

In doing this we both stepped on the trap. The deputy became rattled and

pulled the trigger at this moment, and all three of us started down

through the trap together. Now the sheriff was a very large man, and I

was no infant myself, so when all three of our bodies reached the level

of the platform we became wedged in the opening. The noose had become

taut, just enough to strangle the negro a little, and he commenced to

kick and squirm. Finally his body squeezed on down, relieving the

pressure on the sheriff and me, and we both, too, fell through to the

ground. We were not harmed and were soon on our feet. Because of the

fact that the rope had not been adjusted to the proper length, the

negro's toes touched the ground, thus preventing the breaking of his

neck. He strangled to death, however, in a few minutes. Since this

incident I have been opposed to hanging as a means of capital

punishment.

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