luiiiiiiiiuiiiiiuiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiKiiiipifinifiiiiiii THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM BY JACOB A. RIIS AUTHOR OF " THE MAKING OF AN AMERICAN," " HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES," ETC. ILLUSTRATED gorit THE MACMILLAN COMPANY LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD. I9O2 All rights reserved COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. Set up and electrotyped October, 1902. Reprinted December, 1902. NottoooU $ I. 8. Cmhing ft Co. - Berwick fc Smith Norwood Mm. U.S.A. f/V TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT Ever in the thick of the fight for a brighter to-morrow, whose whole life is a rousing bugle-call to arms for the right, for good citizenship, and an inspiration to us all, THIS RECORD of some battles in which we fought back to back and counted it the finest fun in the world IS INSCRIBED with the loyal friendship of THE AUTHOR O -i/ I I PREFACE THREE years ago I published under the title " A Ten Years' War" a series of papers intended to account for the battle with the slum since I wrote " How the Other Half Lives." A good many things can happen in three years. So many things have happened in these three, the fighting has been so general all along the line and has so held public attention, that this seems the proper time to pass it all in review once more. That I have tried to do in this book, retaining all that still applied of the old volume and adding as much more. The "stories " were printed in the Century Magazine. They are fact, not fiction. If the latter, they would have no place here. " The Battle with the Slum " is properly the sequel to 'How the Other Half Lives," and tells how far we have come and how. " With his usual hopefulness," I read in the annals of the American Academy of Political and Social Science of my book three years ago, " the author is still looking VI PREFACE forward to better things in the future." I was not deceived then. Not in the thirty years before did we advance as in these three, though Tammany blocked the way most of the time. It is great to have lived in a day that sees such things done. j. A. R. RICHMOND HILL, August 27, 1902. CONTENTS PAGE INTRODUCTION. WHAT THE FIGHT is ABOUT . . . . i CHAPTER I. BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS .... 9 II. THE OUTWORKS OF THE SLUM TAKEN ... 36 III. THE DEVIL'S MONEY 63 IV. THE BLIGHT OF THE DOUBLE-DECKER . . .76 V. "DRUV INTO DECENCY" 113 VI. THE MILLS HOUSES 154 VII. PlETRO AND THE JEW 175 VIII. ON WHOM SHALL WE SHUT THE DOOR? . . . 2O2 IX. THE GENESIS OF THE GANG 227 X. JIM 256 XL LETTING IN THE LIGHT 264 XII. THE PASSING OF CAT ALLEY 310 XIII. JUSTICE TO THE BOY 341 XIV. THE BAND BEGINS TO PLAY . . . . 385 XV. "NEIGHBOR" THE PASSWORD 396 XVI. REFORM BY HUMANE TOUCH 413 XVII. THE UNNECESSARY STORY OF MRS. BEN WAH AND HER PARROT 441 INDEX 451 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Theodore Roosevelt ....... Frontispiece PAGE One of the Five Points Fifty Years Ago 12 The " Old Church " Tenement 15 An Old Wooster Street Court .17 A Fourth Ward Colony in the Bad Old Days . . . .18 Dens of Death 21 Gotham Court 24 Green Dragon Yard, London 26 A Flagged Hallway in the Big Flat " 28 Jersey Street Rookeries 32 The Survival of the Unfittest 33 The Rear Tenement grows up 38 Professor Felix Adler . . -39 A Cellar Dive in the Bend .41 It costs a Dollar a Month to sleep in these Sheds ... 46 Mulberry Street Police Station. Waiting for the Lodging to open 49 Night in Gotham Court 52 A Mulberry Bend Alley 55 " In the hallway I ran across two children, little tots, who were inquiring their way to the ' Commissioner'" .... 58 "With his whole hungry little soul in his eyes" . . . . 78 One Family's Outlook on the Air Shaft. The Mother said, " Our daughter does not care to come home to sleep " . . . 93 The only Bath-tub in the Block. It hangs in the Air Shaft . 103 The Old Style of Tenements, with Yards 106 As a Solid Block of Double-deckers, lawful until now, would appear . . . . . . . . . . 106 Richard Watson Gilder .' 117 The Mott Street Barracks . . . .... . .122 R. Fulton Cutting . . .128 Alfred Corning Clark Buildings . . . .. : . . .131 x LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PACK The Riverside Tenements in Brooklyn 141 A Typical East Side Block 146 Robert W. de Forest 147 Plan of a Typical Floor of the Competition in the C. O. S. Plans of Model Tenements 150 Plans of Tenements ' . -151 A Seven-cent Lodging House in the Bowery . . . . 155 They had a Mind to see how it looked 157 Doorway of the Mills House, No. I 159 Evening in One of the Courts in the Mills House, No. i . . 163 Lodging Room in the Leonard Street Police Station . . .168 Women's Lodging Room in Eldridge Street Police Station . .169 A Scrub " and her Bed the Plank 171 What a Search of the Lodgers brought forth . . . . 173 Bedroom in the New City Lodging Houses 177 " Are we not young enough to work for him ?" . . . . 179 The Play School. Dressing Dolls for a Lesson . . . .189 Label of Consumers' League 197 Josephine Shaw Lowell 198 One Door that has been opened : St. John's Park in Hudson Street, once a Graveyard 203 Dr. Jane Elizabeth Robbins 205 One Way of bringing the Children into Camp : Basket-weaving in Vacation School The Children's Christmas Tree . Jacob Beresheim . Heading off the Gang. Vacation Playground near Old Frog Hollow 237 Craps 242 Children's Playground. Good Citizenship at the Bottom of this Barrel 245 The Gang fell in with Joyous Shouts 253 " Oh, mother ! you were gone so long " 261 Keep off the Grass 266 Colonel George E. Waring, Jr 269 A Tammany-swept East Side Street before Colonel Waring's Day 272 The Same Street when Colonel Waring wieHed the Broom . 273 The Mulberry Bend 277 Bone Alley 280 Mulberry Bend Park 289 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS xi PAGE Roof Playground on a Public School 291 Kindergarten on the Recreation Pier at the Foot of East 24th Street 297 The East River Park 301 The Seward Park 303 The Seward Park on Opening Day 305 In the Roof Garden of the Hebrew Educational Alliance . . 306 Bottle Alley, Why6 Gang's Headquarters 308 The First Christmas Tree in Gotham Court . . . .312 The Mouth of the Alley 317 The Wrecking of Cat Alley 327 Trilby 331 Old Barney 334 The Old and the New 343 Public School No. 177, Manhattan 347 Letter H Plan of Public School No. 165 352 Public School No. 153, The Bronx 356 Girls' Playground on the Roof 360 The New Idea: a Stairway of Public School No. 170 . . 363 Truck Farming on the Site of Stryker's Lane .... 367 Doorway of Public School No. 165 370 Main Entrance of Public School No. 153 375 Superintendent C. B. J. Snyder 381 "The fellows and papa and mamma shall be invited in yet" . 392 The " Slide " that was the Children's only Playground once . . 394 A Cooking Lesson in Vacation School 401 " Such a ballroom !" . . . . . . ". . .408 Teaching the Girls to swim 41 1 Athletic Meets in Crotona Park 415 Flag Drill in the King's Garden 435 Mrs. Ben Wah 442 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM WHAT THE FIGHT IS ABOUT THE slum is as old as civilization. Civilization implies a race to get ahead. In a race there are usually some who for one cause or another cannot keep up, or are thrust out from among their fellows. They fall behind, and when they have been left far in the rear they lose hope and ambition, and give up. Thenceforward, if left to their own resources, they are the victims, not the masters, of their en- vironment ; and it is a bad master. They drag one another always farther down. The bad environment becomes the heredity of the next generation. Then, given the crowd, you have the slum ready-made. The battle with the slum began the day civiliza- tion recognized in it her enemy. It was a losing fight until conscience joined forces with fear and self-interest against it. When common sense and the golden rule obtain among men as a rule of practice, it will be over. The two have not always been classed together, but here they are plainly 2 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM seen to belong together. Justice to the individual is accepted in theory as the only safe groundwork of the commonwealth. When it is practised in dealing with the slum, there will shortly be no slum. We need not wait for the millennium, to get rid of it. We can do it now. All that is required is that it shall not be left to itself. That is justice to it and to us, since its grievous ailment is that it can- not help itself. When a man is drowning, the thing to do is to pull him out of the water ; after- ward there will be time for talking it over. We got at it the other way in dealing with our social problems. The wise men had their day, and they decided to let bad enough alone ; that it was unsafe to interfere with "causes that operate sociologi- cally," as one survivor of these unfittest put it to me. It was a piece of scientific humbug that cost the age which listened to it dear. " Causes that operate sociologically " are the opportunity of the political and every other kind of scamp who trades upon the depravity and helplessness of the slum, and the refuge of the pessimist who is useless in the fight against them. We have not done yet paying the bills he ran up for us. Some time since we turned to, to pull the drowning man out, and it was time. A little while longer, and we should hardly have escaped being dragged down with him. The slum complaint had been chronic in all ages, WHAT THE FIGHT IS ABOUT 3 but the great changes which the nineteenth century saw, the new industry, political freedom, brought on an acute attack which put that very freedom in jeop- ardy. Too many of us had supposed that, built as our commonwealth was on universal suffrage, it would be proof against the complaints that har- assed older states ; but in fact it turned out that there was extra hazard in that. Having solemnly resolved that all men are created equal and have certain inalienable rights, among them life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we shut our eyes and waited for the formula to work. It was as if a man with a cold should take the doctor's prescription to bed with him, expecting it to cure him. The formula was all right, but merely repeating it worked no cure. When, after a hundred years, we opened our eyes, it was upon sixty cents a day as the living wage of the working-woman in our cities ; upon " knee pants " at forty cents a dozen for the making ; upon the Potter's Field taking tithe of our city life, ten per cent each year for the trench, truly the Lost Tenth of the slum. Our country had grown great and rich ; through our ports was poured food for the millions of Europe. But in the back streets multitudes huddled in ignorance and want. The foreign oppressor had been van- quished, the fetters stricken from the black man at home ; but his white brother, in his bitter plight, 4 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM sent up a cry of distress that had in it a distinct note of menace. Political freedom we had won ; but the problem of helpless poverty, grown vast with the added offscourings of the Old World, mocked us, unsolved. Liberty at sixty cents a day set presently its stamp upon the government of our cities, and it became the scandal and the peril of our political system. So the battle began. Three times since the war that absorbed the nation's energies and attention had the slum confronted us in New York with its challenge. In the darkest days of the great strug- gle it was the treacherous mob ; l later on, the threat of the cholera, which found swine foraging in the streets as the only scavengers, and a swarm- ing host, but little above the hog in its appetites and in the quality of the shelter afforded it, peo- pling the back alleys. Still later, the mob, caught looting the city's treasury with its idol, the thief Tweed, at its head, drunk with power and plun- der, had insolently defied the outraged community to do its worst. There were meetings and pro- tests. The rascals were turned out for a season ; the arch-chief died in jail. I see him now, going through the gloomy portals of the Tombs, whither, as a newspaper reporter, I had gone with him, his stubborn head held high as ever. I asked myself draft riots of 1863. WHAT THE FIGHT IS ABOUT 5 more than once, at the time when the vile prison was torn down, whether the comic clamor to have the ugly old gates preserved and set up in Central Park had anything to do with the memory of the " martyred " thief, or whether it was in joyful cele- bration of the fact that others had escaped. His name is even now one to conjure with in the Sixth Ward. He never " squealed," and he was " so good to the poor" evidence that the slum is not laid by the heels by merely destroying Five Points and the Mulberry Bend. There are other fights to be fought in that war, other victories to be won, and it is slow work. It was nearly ten years after the Great Robbery before decency got a good upper grip. That was when the civic conscience awoke in 1879. And after all that, the Lexow disclosures of incon- ceivable rottenness of a Tammany police ; the woe unto you ! of Christian priests calling vainly upon the chief of the city " to save its children from a living hell," and the contemptuous reply on the wit- ness-stand of the head of the party of organized robbery, at the door of which it was all laid, that he was " in politics, working for his own pocket all the time, same as you and everybody else ! " Slow work, yes ! but be it ever so slow, the battle has got to be fought, and fought out. For it is one thing or the other : either we wipe out the slum, or it wipes out us. Let there be no mistake about 6 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM this. It cannot be shirked. Shirking means sur- render, and surrender means the end of govern- ment by the people. If any one believes this to be needless alarm, let him think a moment. Government by the people must ever rest upon the people's ability to govern themselves, upon their intelligence and public spirit. The slum stands for ignorance, want, unfitness, for mob-rule in the day of wrath. This at one end. At the other, hard-heartedness, indifference, self- seeking, greed. It is human nature. We are brothers whether we own it or not, and when the brotherhood is denied in Mulberry Street we shall look vainly for the virtue of good citizenship on Fifth Avenue. When the slum flourishes unchal- lenged in the cities, their wharves may, indeed, be busy, their treasure-houses rilled, wealth and want go so together, but patriotism among their people is dead. As long ago as the very beginning of our republic, its founders saw that the cities were danger-spots in their plan. In them was the peril of democratic government. At that time, scarce one in twenty- five of the people in the United States lived in a city. Now it is one in three. And to tjie selfish- ness of the trader has been added the threat of the slum. Ask yourself then how long before it would make an end of us, if let alone. WHAT THE FIGHT IS ABOUT 7 Put it this way : you cannot let men live like pigs when you need their votes as freemen ; it is not safe. 1 You cannot rob a child of its childhood, of its home, its play, its freedom from toil and care, and expect to appeal to the grown-up voter's man- hood. The children are our to-morrow, and as we mould them to-day so will they deal with us then. Therefore that is not safe. Unsafest of all is any thing or deed that strikes at the home, for from the people's home proceeds citizen virtue, and nowhere else does it live. The slum is the enemy of the home. Because of it the chief city of our land came long ago to be called " The Homeless City." When this people comes to be truly called a nation without homes there will no longer be any nation. Hence, I say, in the battle with the slum we win or we perish. There is no middle way. We shall win, for we are not letting things be the way our fathers did. But it will be a running fight, and it is not going to be won in two years, or in ten, or in twenty. For all that, we must keep on fighting, content if in our time we avert the punishment that waits upon the third and the fourth generation of those who forget the brotherhood. As a man does in dealing 1 " The experiment has been long tried on a large scale, with a dread- ful success, affording the demonstration that if, from early infancy, you allow human beings to live like brutes, you can degrade them down to their level, leaving them scarcely more intellect, and no feelings and affec- tions proper to human hearts." Report on the Health of British Towns. 8 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM with his brother so it is the way of God that his children shall reap, that through toil and tears we may make out the lesson which sums up all the com- mandments and alone can make the earth fit for the kingdom that is to come. CHAPTER I BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS THE slum I speak of is our own. We made it, but let us be glad we have no patent on the manu- facture. It is not, as one wrote with soul quite too patriotic to let the Old World into competition on any terms, " the offspring of the American factory system." Not that, thank goodness ! It comes much nearer to being a slice of original sin which makes right of might whenever the chance offers. When to-day we clamor for air and light and water as man's natural rights because necessary to his' being, we are merely following in the track Hippocrates trod twenty-five centuries ago. How like the slums of Rome were to those of New York any one may learn from Juvenal's Satires and Gib- bon's description of Rome under Augustus. " I must live in a place where there are no fires, no nightly alarms," cries the poet, apostle of commuters. " Already is Ucalegon shouting for water, already is he removing his chattels; the third story in the house you live in is already in a blaze. You know nothing about it. For if the alarm begin from the 10 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM bottom of the stairs, he will be the last to be burned whom a single tile protects from the rain where the tame pigeons lay their eggs." (Clearly they had no air-shafts in the Roman tenements!) " Codrus had a bed too small for his Procula; six little jugs, the ornament of his sideboard, and a little can, besides, beneath it. ... What a height it is from the lofty roofs from which a potsherd tumbles on your brains. How often cracked and chipped earthenware falls from the windows. . . . Pray and bear about with you the miserable wish that they may be contented with throwing down only what the broad basins have held. ... If you can tear yourself away from the games in the circus, you can buy a capital house at Sora, or Fabrateria, or Frasino, for the price at which you are now hiring your dark hole for one year. There you will have your little garden . . . live there enamoured of the pitchfork. ... It is something to be able in any spot to have made oneself proprietor even of a single lizard. . . . None but the wealthy can sleep in Rome." i One reads with a grim smile of the hold-ups of old : " ' Where do you come from ? ' he (policeman ?) thunders out. ' You don't answer ? Speak or be kicked ! Say, where do you hang out ? ' It is all one whether you speak or hold your tongue ; they beat you just the same, and then, in a passion, 1 Satire III, Juvenal. BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS II force you to give bail to answer for the assault. . . . I must be off. Let those stay ... for whom it is an easy matter to get contracts for building temples, clearing rivers, constructing harbors, cleansing sewers, etc." 1 Not even in the boss and his pull can we claim exclusive right. Rome had its walls, as New York has its rivers, and they played a like part in penning up the crowds. Within space became scarce and dear, and when there was no longer room to build in rows where the poor lived, they put the houses on top of one another. That is the first chapter of the story of the tenement everywhere. Gibbon quotes the architect Vitruvius, who lived in the Augustan age, as complaining of " the common though incon- venient practice of raising houses to a considerable height in the air. But the loftiness of the build- ings, which often consisted of hasty work and in- sufficient material, was the cause of frequent and fatal accidents, and it was repeatedly enacted by Augustus as well as by Nero that the height of private dwellings should not exceed the measure of seventy feet above the ground." " Repeatedly " suggests that the jerry-builder was a hard nut to crack then as now. As to Nero's edict, New York enacted it for its own protection in our own generation. 1 Satire III, Juvenal. 12 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM Step now across eighteen centuries and all the chapters of the dreary story to the middle of the century we have just left behind, and look upon this picture of the New World's metropolis as it was drawn in public reports at a time when a legislative committee came to New York to see how crime One of the Five Points Fifty Years ago. and drunkenness came to be the natural crop of a population " housed in crazy old buildings, crowded, filthy tenements in rear yards, dark, damp base- ments, leaking garrets, shops, outhouses, and stables converted into dwellings, though scarcely fit to shelter brutes," or in towering tenements, "often carried up to a great height without regard to the BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 13 strength of the foundation walls." What matter? They were not intended to last. The rent was high enough to make up for the risk to the property. The tenant was not considered. Noth- ing was expected of him, and he came up to the expectation, as men have a trick of doing. " Reck- less slovenliness, discontent, privation, and igno- rance were left to work out their inevitable results, until the entire premises reached the level of tenant- house dilapidation, containing, but sheltering hot, the miserable hordes that crowded beneath smoulder- ing, water-rotted roofs, or burrowed among the rats of clammy cellars." * We had not yet taken a lesson from Nero. That came later. But otherwise we were abreast. No doubt the Roman landlord, like his New York brother of a later day, when called to account, " urged the filthy habits of his tenants as an excuse for the condition of the property." It has been the landlord's plea in every age. " They utterly forgot," observes the sanitarian who was set to clean up, "that it was the tolerance of those habits which was the real evil, and that for this they themselves were alone responsible." 2 Those days came vividly back to me last winter, when in a Wisconsin country town I was rehears- 1 Report of Select Committee of Assembly, New York, 1857. 2 New York Health Department Report, 1866, Appendix A, p. 6. 14 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM ing the story of the long fight, and pointing out its meaning to us all. In the audience sat a sturdy, white-haired, old farmer who followed the recital with keen interest, losing no word. When he saw this picture of one of the Five Points, he spoke out loud: "Yes! that is right. I was there." It turned out that he and his sister had borne a hand in the attack upon that stronghold of the slum by the forces of decency, in 1849 and 1850, which ended in the wiping out of the city's worst dis- grace. It was the first pitched battle in the fight. Soon after he had come west and taken homestead land; but the daily repetition during a lifetime of the message to men, which the woods and the fields and God's open sky have in keeping, had not dulled his ears to it, and after fifty years his interest in his brothers in the great city was as keen as ever, his sympathies as quick. He had driven twenty miles across the frozen prairie to hear my story. It is his kind who win such battles, and a few of them go a long way. A handful of Methodist women made the Five Points decent. To understand what that meant, look at the " dens of death " in Baxter Street, which were part of it, " houses," says the health inspector, 1 " into which the sunlight never enters . . . that are dark, damp, and dismal throughout all the days of 1 Report of Board of Health, New York, 1869, p. 346. BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS The "Old Church" Tenement. the year, and for which it is no exaggeration to say that the money paid to the owners as rent is liter- ally the ' price of blood.' " It took us twenty-four years after that to register the conviction in the 1 6 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM form of law that that was good cause for the destruc- tion of a tenement in cold blood ; but we got rid of some at that time in a fit of anger. The mortality officially registered in those "dens of death" was 17.5 per cent of their population. We think now that the death-rate of New York is yet too high at 19 or 20 in a thousand of the living. A dozen steps away in Mulberry Street, called " Death's Thoroughfare " in the same report, were the " Old Church Tenements," part of the Five Points and nearly the worst part. " One of the largest contributors to the hospitals," this repulsive pile had seen the day when men and women sat under its roof and worshipped God. When the congregation grew rich, it handed over its house to the devil and moved uptown. That is not put- ting it too strong. Counting in the front tene- ments that shut out what little air and sunshine might otherwise have reached the wretched tenants, it had a population of 360 according to the record, and a mortality of 75 per thousand ! The sketches of the Fourth Ward and Wooster Street barracks are reproduced from an old report of the Association for Improving the Condition of the Poor. They rightly made out, those early mis- sionaries, that the improvement must begin with the people's homes, or not at all, and allowed no indifference on the part of the public to turn them BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS from their path. It is worth the while of Chicago and the other Western cities that are growing with such joyful metropolitan ambitions, to notice that their slums look to-day very much as New York's An Old Wooster Street Court. did then. In fifty years how will it be ? " The offspring of municipal neglect " the Assembly Committee of 1857 called our "tenement-house" system. " Forgetful ness of the poor " was the way a citizens' council put it. It comes to the same thing. Whether seen from the point of view of the citizen, the philanthropist, or the Christian, the slum is the poorest investment a city can make, and once made it is not easily unmade. In a Mississippi river town, when pleading for the turning over to the people's use of some vacant land on the river-shore that would make a fine breathing space, I was told that i8 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM by and by they would consider it. Just now it was too valuable for factory purposes. When the city had grown opulent, in say twenty-five years, they would be willing to hand it over. Fatal de- lusion ! Men do not grow that kind of sense as they grow rich. The land will be always " too valu* able." When we in New York were scandalized at last into making a park of the Mulberry Bend, it cost us a million and a half, and it had made the A Fourth Ward Colony in the Bad Old Days. slum a fixture, not to be dislodged. No ! the way to fight the slum is to head it off. It is like fight- ing a fire. Chasing it up is hard and doubtful work; the chances are that you will not overtake it till the house is burned down. There were those who thought when the Civil War was over, that a big fire would not be the BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 19 worst thing that could happen to New York ; and, if it could have burned sense into men's minds as it burned up the evidence of their lack of it, they would have been right. But forty per cent the rent some of the barracks brought is a powerful damper on sense and conscience, even with the cholera at the door. However, the fear of it gave us the Citizens' Council of Hygiene, and New York heard the truth for once. " Not only," it ran, " does filth, overcrowding, lack of privacy and domesticity, lack of ventilation and lighting, and absence of supervision and of sanitary regulation still characterize the greater number of the tenements ; but they are built to a greater height in stories ; there are more rear houses built back to back with other buildings, correspondingly situated on parallel streets ; the courts and alleys are more greedily encroached upon and narrowed into unventilated, unlighted, damp, and well-like holes between the many-storied front and rear tene- ments ; and more fever-breeding wynds and culs-de- sac are created as the demand for the humble homes of the laboring poor increases." ] The Coun- cil, which was composed of sixteen of New York's most distinguished physicians, declared that by ordinary sanitary management the city's death-rate should be reduced thirty per cent. Its judgment 1 Council of Hygiene's Report, 1866. 20 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM has been more than borne out. In the thirty-five years that have passed since, it has in fact been reduced over fifty per cent. Men and women were found living in cellars deep down under the ground. One or two of those holes are left still in Park Street near the Five Points Mission, but they have not been used as living-rooms for a generation. In cellars near the river the tide rose and fell, compelling the tenants "to keep the children in bed till ebb-tide." The plumber had come upon the field, but his coming brought no relief. His was not a case of con- science. " Untrapped soil pipes opened into every 'floor and poisoned the tenants." Where the " dens of death " were in Baxter Street, big barracks crowded out the old shanties. More came every day. I remember the story of those shown in the picture. They had been built only a little while when complaint came to the Board of Health of smells in the houses. A sanitary in- spector was sent to find the cause. He followed the smell down in the cellar and, digging there, discovered that the waste pipe was a blind. It had simply been run three feet into the ground and was not connected with the sewer. The houses were built to sell. That they killed the tenants was no concern of builder's. His name, by the way, was Buddensiek. A dozen years after, BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 21 Dens of Death. when it happened that a row of tenements he was building fell down ahead of time, before they were finished and sold, and killed the workmen, he was arrested and sent to Sing Sing for ten years, for manslaughter. That time he had forgotten to put lime in the mortar. It was just sand. When the houses fell in the sight of men, the law was at last able to make him responsible. It failed in the matter of the soil pipe. It does sometimes to this very day. Knocking a man in the head with an axe, or stick- ing a knife into him, goes against the grain. Slowly poisoning a hundred so that the pockets of one be made to bulge may not even banish a man from 22 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM respectable society. We are a queer lot in some things. However, that is hardly quite fair to society. It is a fact that that part of it which would deserve the respect of its fellow-citizens has got rid of its tenement-house property in recent years. It speculates in railway shares now. Twenty cases of typhoid fever from a single house in one year was the record that had gone unconsidered. Bedrooms in tenements were dark closets, utterly without ventilation. There couldn't be any. The houses were built like huge square boxes, covering nearly the whole of the lot. Some light came in at the ends, but the middle was always black. Forty thousand windows, cut by order of the Health Board that first year, gave us a daylight view of the slum : " damp and rotten and dark, walls and banisters sticky with constant moisture." Think of living babies in such hell-holes ; and make a note of it, you in the young cities who can still head off the slum where we have to wrestle with it for our sins. Put a brand upon the murderer who would smother babies in dark holes and bedrooms. He is nothing else. Forbid the putting of a house five stories high, or six, on a twenty-five foot lot, unless at least thirty-five per cent of the lot be re- served for sunlight and air. Forbid it absolutely, if you can. It is the devil's job, and you will have to pay his dues in the end, depend on it. BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 23 And while you are about it make a note of a fact we let go unheeded too long to our harm, and haven't grasped fully yet. The legislative com- mittee of 1857 said it: "to prevent drunkenness provide every man with a clean and comfortable home." Call it paternalism, crankery, any other hard name you can think of, all the same it goes down underneath the foundation of things. I have known drunkards to wreck homes a plenty in my time ; but I have known homes, too, that made drunkards by the shortest cut. I know a dozen now yes, ten dozen from which, if I had to live there, I should certainly escape to the saloon with its brightness and cheer as often and as long as I could to brood there perhaps over the fate which sowed desolation in one man's path that another might reap wealth and luxury. That last might not be my way, but it is a human way, and it breeds hatred which is not good mortar for us to build with. It does not bind. Let us remember that and just be sensible about things, or we shall not get anywhere. By which I do not mean that we are not getting anywhere; for we are. Look at Gotham Court, described in the health reports of the sixties as a " packing-box tenement " of the" hopeless back-to- back type, which meant that there was no ventila- tion and could be none. The stenches from the 24 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM " horribly foul cellars " with their " infernal system of sewerage " must needs poison the tenants all the way up to the fifth story. I knew the court well, Gotham Court. knew the gang that made its headquarters with the rats in the cellar, terrorizing the helpless tenants ; knew the well-worn rut of the dead-wagon and the ambulance to the gate, for the tenants died there like flies in all seasons, and a tenth of its population BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 25 was always in the hospital. I knew the story of how it had been built by a Quaker with good in- tentions, but without good sense, for the purpose of rescuing people from the awful cellar-holes they burrowed in around there, this within fifty-one years of the death of George Washington, who lived just across the street on the crest of Cherry Hill when he was President, and how in a score of years from the time it was built it had come to earn the official description, "a nuisance which, from its very magnitude, is assumed to be unremov- able and irremediable." ] That was at that time. But I have lived to see it taken in hand three times, once by the landlord under compulsion of the Board of Health, once by Christian men bent upon proving what could be done on their plan with the worst tenement house. And a good deal was accom- plished. The mortality was brought below the general death-rate of the city, and the condition of the living was made by comparison tolerable. Only the best was bad in that spot, on account of the good Quaker's poor sense, and the third time the court was taken in hand it was by the authorities, who destroyed it, as they should have done a genera- tion before. Oh, yes, we are getting there ; but that sort of thing takes time. Going through Whitechapel, London, about the 1 Health Department Report, 1870, p. in. 26 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM time we were making ready to deal with Gotham Court as it deserved, I photographed Green Dragon yard as typical of what I saw about me. Compare the court and the yard and see the difference be- Green Dragon Yard, London. tween our slum problem and that of Old World cities. Gotham Court contained 142 families when I made a canvass of it in the old days, comprising over 700 persons, not counting the vagrants who infested the cellars. The population of Green BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 2/ Dragon Yard was greater than the sight of it would lead you to expect, for in Whitechapel one- room flats were the rule ; but with its utmost crowd- ing it came nowhere near the court. Sullen discontent was the badge of it. Gotham Court was in an active state of warfare at all hours, for its population was evenly divided between Irish and Italians, with only two German families, who caught it from both sides. But there was hope in that, for they were on the move ; before the court was torn down, one-third of its tenants were Greeks. Their slum over yonder is dead, black, given over to smoky chimneys and bad draughts, with red- eyed and hopeless men and women forever blowing the bellows on ineffectual fires. Ours is alive if it is with fighting. There is yeast in it, and bright skies without, if not within. I don't believe there is a bellows to be had in New York. Our slum, with its greater crowd, has more urgent need of sharp attention, chiefly because of the overflow of theirs which it receives. But after all, even that repre- sents what still had courage and manhood enough to make it want to get away and do better. We shall " get there " if we don't give up. It sometimes seems to me that their only hope is to get here. Speaking of the fair beginning of Gotham Court reminds me of the Big Flat in Mott Street, a mighty tenement with room for a hundred families 28 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM that was another instance of reform still-born ; by which I mean that it came before we were ready for it, and willing to back it up ; also before we knew just how. That house was built by the philanthro- pists of those days on such a generous scale that it reached clear through the block to Elizabeth Street. It had not occurred to the builders that the neigh- Flagged Hallway in the " Big Flat." borhood was one in which such an arrangement might prove of special convenience to the lawbreakers with which it swarmed. Thieves and thugs made it a runway, and decent people shunned it. Other philanthropists, with the will but without the wisdom that was needed, took it up and tried to make a working woman's home of it; but that end was worse than the beginning. The women would have BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 29 none of the rules that went with the philanthropy, and the Big Flat lapsed back among the slum tene- ments and became the worst of a bad lot. I speak of it here because just now the recollection of it is a kind of a milestone in the battle with the slum. Twenty years after, A. T. Stewart, the merchant prince, set another in the Park Avenue Hotel which he intended for his working-girls; and that was a worse failure than the first, for it never served the purpose he intended for it. And now, just as I am writing this, they are putting the finishing touches to a real woman's hotel up-town which will not be a fail- ure, though it will hardly reach the same class which the remodellers of the Big Flat had in mind. How- ever, we shall get there, too, now we know the way. Slowly, with many setbacks, we battled our way into the light. A Board of Health had come with the cholera panic in 1866. The swine that ran at large in the streets, practically the only scavengers, were banished. The cholera and the yellow fever that had ravaged the city by turns never came back. The smallpox went its way, too, 1 and was heard 1 They had " health wardens " in the old days, and the Council of Hy- giene tells of the efficient way two of them fought the smallpox. One stood at the foot of the stairs and yelled to those minding a patient in the next story to " put pieces of camphor about the clothes of the sick and occasion- ally throw a piece on the hot stove." The other summoned the occu- pants of a smallpox smitten tenement to the hall door and cautioned them to say nothing about it to any one, or he would send them all to the pest- house! 30 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM of again only once as an epidemic, till people had forgotten what it was like, enough to make them listen to the anti-vaccination cranks, and politics had the health department by the throat again and held the gate open. We acquired tenement house laws, and the process of education that had begun with the foraging ground of the swine was extended step by step to the citizen's home. Short steps and cautious were they. Every obstacle which the landlord's cunning and the perversion of the machinery of the law to serve his interests could devise was thrown in the way. It was a new doc- trine to that day that any power should intervene between him and the tenants who represented his income, and it was held to be a hardship if not downright robbery. The builder took the same view. Every tenement house plan was the subject of hot debate between the Health Board and the builder, or his architect. The smallest air-shaft had to be wrung out of him, as it were, by main strength. The church itself was too often on the side of the enemy, where its material interests were involved. Trinity, the wealthiest church corporation in the land, was in constant opposition as a tenement house landlord, and finally, to save a few hundred dollars, came near upsetting the whole structure of tenement law that had -been built up in the interest of the toilers and of the city's safety with such infi- BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 31 nite pains. The courts were reluctant. Courts in such matters record rather than lead the state of the public mind, and now that the Immediate danger of an epidemic was over, the public mind had a hard time grasping the fact that bettering the housing of the poor was simple protection for the community. When suit was brought against a bad landlord, judges demanded that the department must prove not only that a certain state of soil saturation, for instance, was dangerous to health, but that some one had been actually made sick by that specified nui- sance. Fat-boilers, slaughter-house men, and keepers of other nuisances made common cause against the new decency, and with these obstacles in front, the Sanitarians found the enemy constantly recruited from the rear. With the immense immigration that poured in after the Civil War, the evil with which they were struggling grew enormously. Economic problems other than the old one of rent came to vex us. The sweater moved into the East Side tenements. Child-labor grew and swelled. The tenement had grown its logical crop. In the sweating conspiracy it is a prime factor. Its extor- tionate rates make the need, and the need of the poor was ever the opportunity of their oppressor. What they have to take becomes the standard of all the rest. Sweating is only a modern name for it. The cause is as old as the slum itself. 32 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM However, the new light was not without its allies. Chief among them was the onward march of business that wiped out many a foul spot which had sorely tried the patience of us all. A carriage factory took the place of the Big Flat when it had become a disgusting scandal. Jersey Street, a short block Jersey Street Rookeries. between Mulberry and Crosby streets, to which no Whitechapel slum could hold a candle, became a factory street. No one lives there now. The last who did was murdered by the gang that grew as naturally out of its wickedness as a toadstool grows on a rotten log. He kept the saloon on the corner of Crosby Street. Saloon and tenements are gone together. Where they were are rows of factories, BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 33 The Survival of the Unfittest. empty and silent at night. A man may go safely there now at any hour. I should not have advised strangers to try that when it was at its worst, though Police Headquarters was but a block away. I photographed that phase of the battle with the slum just before they shut in the last tenement in the block with a factory building in its rear. It stood for a while after that down in a deep sort of pocket with not enough light struggling down on the brightest of days to make out anything clearly in the rooms, truly a survival of the unfittest ; but the tenants stayed. They had access through 34 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM a hallway on Crosby Street ; they had never been used to a yard ; as for the darkness, that they had always been used to. They were " manured to the soil," in the words of Mrs. Partington. But at length business claimed the last foot of the block, and peace came to it and to us. All the while we were learning. It was emphat- ically a campaign of education. When the cholera threatened there was the old disposition to lie down under the visitation and pray. The council pointed to the fifteen hundred cases of smallpox ferreted out by its inspectors " in a few days," and sternly reminded the people of Lord Palmerston's advice to those who would stay an epidemic with a national fast, that they had better turn to and clean up. We pray nowadays with broom in hand, and the prayer tells. Do not understand me as discourag- ing the prayer ; far from it. But I would lend an edge to it with the broom that cuts. That kind of foolishness we got rid of ; the other kind that thinks the individual's interest superior to the public good that is the thing we have got to fight till we die. But we made notches in that on which to hang arguments that stick. Human life then counted for less than the landlord's profits; to-day it is weighed in the scale against them. Property still has powerful pull. " Vested rights " rise up and confront you, and no matter how loudly you may BATTLING AGAINST HEAVY ODDS 35 protest that no man has the right to kill his neigh- bor, they are still there. No one will contradict you, but they won't yield till you make them. In a hundred ways you are made to feel that vested rights are sacred, if human life is not. But the glory is that you can make them yield. You couldn't then. We haven't reached the millennium yet. But let us be glad. A hundred years ago they hanged a woman on Tyburn Hill for stealing a loaf of bread. To-day we destroy the den that helped make her a thief. CHAPTER II THE OUTWORKS OF THE SLUM TAKEN I SAID that we got our grip when the civic con- science awoke in 1879. In that year the slum was arraigned in the churches. The sad and shameful story was told of how it grew and was fostered by avarice that saw in the homeless crowds from over the sea only a chance for business, and exploited them to the uttermost; how Christianity, citizen- ship, human fellowship, shook their skirts clear of the rabble that was only good enough to fill the greedy purse, and how the rabble, left to itself, im- proved such opportunities as it found after such fashion as it knew ; how it ran elections merely to count its thugs in, and fattened at the public crib; and how the whole evil thing had its root in the tenements, where the home had ceased to be sacred, those dark and deadly dens in which the family ideal was tortured to death, and character was smothered ; in which children were " damned rather than born " into the world, thus realizing a slum kind of foreordination to torment, happily brief in many cases. The Tenement House Commission 36 THE OUTWORKS OF THE SLUM TAKEN 37 long afterward called the worst of the barracks " infant slaughter houses," and showed, by reference to the mortality lists, that they killed one in every five babies born in them. The story shocked the town into action. Plans for a better kind of tenement were called for, and a premium was put on every ray of light and breath of air that could be let into it. It was not much, for the plans clung to the twenty-five-foot lot which was the primal curse, and the type of tene- ment evolved, the double-decker of the " dumb-bell " shape, while it seemed at the time a great advance upon the black, old packing-box kind, came with the great growth of our city to be a worse peril than what had gone before. But what we got was according to our sense. At least the will was there. Money was raised to build model houses, and a bill to give the health authorities summary powers in dealing with tenements was sent to the legislature. The landlords held it up until the last day of the session, when it was forced through by an angered public opinion, shorn of its most significant clause, which proposed the licensing of tenements and so their control and effective repression. However, the landlords had received a real set-back. Many of them got rid of their property, which in a large number of cases they had never seen, and tried to forget the source of their ill-gotten wealth. Light THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM The Rear Tenement grows up. An Alley condemned by the Council of Hygiene. and air did find their way into the tenements in a half-hearted fashion, and we began to count the tenants as "souls." That is another of our mile- THE OUTWORKS OF THE SLUM TAKEN 39 stones in the history of New York. They were never reckoned so before ; no one ever thought of them as " souls." So, restored to human fellow- ship, in the twilight of the air-shaft that had pene- trated to their dens, the first Tenement House Committee 1 was able to make them out " better than the houses " they lived in, and a long step for- ward was taken. The Mulberry Bend, the wicked core of the "bloody Sixth Ward," was marked for destruc- tion, and all slumdom held its breath to see it go. With that gone, it seemed as if the old days must be gone too, never to return. There would not be another Mulberry Bend. As long as it StOOd, there Professor Felix Adler. was yet a chance. The slum had backing, as it were. What was it like ? says a man at my elbow, who never saw it. Like nothing I ever saw before, or hope ever to see again. A crooked three-acre lot built over with rotten structures that harbored the 1 The Adler Tenement House Committee of 1884. It was the first citizens' commission. The legislative inquiry of 1856 was conducted by a Select Committee of the Assembly. 40 THE BATTLE WITH THE SLUM very dregs of humanity. Ordinary enough to look at from the street, but pierced by a maze of foul alleys, in the depths of which skulked the tramp and the outcast thief with loathsome wrecks that had once laid claim to the name of woman. Every foot of it reeked with incest and murder. Bandits' Roost, Bottle Alley, were names synonymous with robbery and red-handed outrage. By night, in its worst days, I have gone poking about their shudder- ing haunts with a policeman ori the beat, and come away in a ferment of anger and disgust that would keep me awake far into the morning hours planning means of its destruction. That was what it was like. Thank God, we shall never see another such ! That was the exhibit that urged us on. But the civic conscience was not very robust yet, and* required many and protracted naps. It slumbered fitfully eight long years, waking up now and then with a start, while the Bend lay stewing in its slime. I wondered often, in those years of delay, if it was just plain stupidity that kept the politicians from spending the money which the law had put within their grasp ; for with every year that passed, a mill- ion dollars that could have been used for small park purposes was lost. 1 But they were wiser than I. 1 The Small Parks law of 1887 allowed the expenditure of a million dollars a year for the making of neighborhood parks ; but only as pay- ment for work done or property taken. If not used in any one year, that year's appropriation was lost. THE OUTWORKS OF THE SLUM TAKEN 41 I understood when I saw the changes which letting in the sunshine worked. They were not of the kind that made for their good. We had all be- lieved it, but they knew it all along. At the same time, they lost none of the chances that offered. They helped the landlords in the Bend, wh rz ~ T. 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