[Granville-Hough] 28 June 2009 - Sullivan's Hollow Inquest
Trustees for Granville W. Hough
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Tue Oct 12 06:22:41 PDT 2010
Answers to lye soap questions: The layer of wet shucks over each layer
of ashes was to hold the liquid to a slow and uniform trickle. Remember,
we used the same liquid over and over during the week of preparation.
The shucks also prevented splashes into eyes. The shucks had no chemical
function, just a mechanical one. In the absence of shucks, you could
probably use burlap bags or even old clothes, but all I ever saw were
shucks. We had plenty of them.
SULLIVANS HOLLOW INQUEST.
Frequent homocides in Sullivans Hollow caused most eligible adults to
develop understanding of what the legal procedures were and how to go
about them when something happened. Sooner or later, everyone would be
called upon to serve in an investigation. I do not know what the
procedures were called at that time in Mississippi, perhaps something
like a coroners inquest.
The inquest I heard was in Spring, 1938, in the Concord Community, the
quietest of all the Baptist communities in the area. Brother Lawrence
McAlpin commited suicide early one Sunday morning. In our home, we had
done the morning barnyard chores of milking the cows and watering the
mules and had turned to taking baths and getting ready for Sunday
school. We noticed several cars passing down our road, including that of
Brother Jim Meadows. Someone stopped and told us that something had
happened to Brother Lawrence McAlpin and that he was dead. My mother
told me, You run over there and see what has happened to Brother
Lawrence, She told my younger brothers to wait about Sunday School
until I got back because Sister Kit (Mrs. Lawrence McAlpin) was their
teacher. It was exactly one-half mile over to the McAlpin homes of
Lawrence and his sons, Drummond, Clifton, and Newman. I was there in ten
minutes. My entire time was spent on the front porch, but I was able to
hear the inquest going on in the living room of the home. The witnesses
were waiting in the dining room or the kitchen. I do not know whether
the body was still there or not.
Brother Jim Meadows had apparently gone to Mize to the nearest telephone
where he could call Raleigh and report the death. He had apparently been
deputized to form an inquest and he had taken charge. Brother Jim was
no-nonsense at best, and this day he was most serious and business-like.
He needed one more man to complete the inquest and had sent for Mr.
Billy Walker, who arrived shortly. He asked us to be quiet on the porch
so they could hear the witnesses, who were Mrs. Kit, Farrell, Veatrice,
and Etha. I actually never saw them, but I knew each of their voices.
They all told the same story:
Farrell was late getting home after a night of carousing, and he had
left his loaded pistol on the mantel over the fireplace in the parlour
where he was sleeping. Mr. Lawrence woke him up and insisted he have
breakfast so the women folks could get ready for Sunday School. Farrell
had a terrible hangover and swore at his father in a most insulting way.
However, he did get up and started eating his breakfast. Mr. Lawrence
followed him into the dining room and was trying to shame him for his
harsh words. Farrell then, in the presence of the womenfolks, called his
father unmentionable names, which caused Mr. Lawrence to leave the
dining room in tears. Then Mrs. Kit, Veatrice, and Etha all got after
Farrell with vehemence for being so rude and crude and vulgar to his
father on the Sabbath day, of all things. Then they heard the shot.
All rushed into the parlour room where Farrell had left the pistol. The
distraught Brother Lawrence had found the pistol and had shot his brains
out and lay dead or dying on the floor. They could all identify the
pistol they saw, and Farrell could say it was his pistol he had left on
the mantel when he went to bed. The inquest came to the unanimous
conclusion the Lawrence M. McAlpin had taken his own life by pistol
shot. I then had to leave to go back home to report to my mother and
brothers.
There were people with grudges against Farrell who wanted him to be
guilty of killing his father. But the character and veracity of the
three women was such that the conclusion of the inquest was never
doubted nor challenged. Brother Lawrence had taken his own life.
The events of that fateful Sunday morning were 71 years ago. It has ever
been a model of how a community reacts to a terrible tragedy in its
midst. First, the facts had to be established beyond a reasonable doubt.
If there was guilt, it had to be determined. The innocent had to be
protected. The Sullivan Hollow neighbors rose to the occasion and did
what had to be done.
But there has remained in my mind three thoughts: One is that words have
consequences. Second is the question: What does it take to drive a sick,
dispairing and distraught father over the edge? Third is, loaded guns
are exceedingly dangerous.
May the Lord be with us all and forgive Brother Lawrence!
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