by The Fusionist
Here is a case resembling the plot of Blazing Saddles – if Blazing Saddles were a serious legal drama. The case, based on the “right” to compel service from a private business, ended up denying the right to jury trial.
It started in Reconstruction-era New Orleans, where the sheriff and a couple of his buddies faced a dilemma: it was around noon, and they hadn’t had any booze. One of the sheriff’s finicky friends, named Finnegan, said there wasn’t any good booze in the French Quarter, so the party decided to try the Bank Coffeehouse on Royal Street. They couldn’t get service there, and the Sheriff, Charles St. Albin Sauvinet, believed he knew the reason. The proprietor of the Bank Coffeehouse, Joseph A. Walker, had allegedly discovered the mixed-race heritage of the white-looking Sauvinet and didn’t want to serve the Sheriff for fear of alienating racist white customers.
So Sauvinet sued Walker, accusing him of racial discrimination in violation of the constitution and laws of Louisiana.
The state of Louisiana had certainly changed from prewar tines, when white people were a dominant caste and most black people were considered property. In the middle was a class of gens de couleur – free people of color, partly black and partly white. It was probably the French influence, and a Gallican “we understand zees things” tolerance in sexual matters, but there was a quasi-official system where white men took black or mixed-race mistresses and tried to set up their children in life – without all the privileges of the whites but also without the all-out slavery and oppression meted out to blacks.
Charles Sauvinet was born into this community of gens de couleur, the son of a white father and black mother. Charles was provided with an extensive education, including learning several languages. This plus his white appearance gave him more than a foot in the white world. So when Louisiana seceded, Charles Sauvinet joined a Confederate military unit made up of free people of color from New Orleans – in which metropolis that community generally lived.
Sauvinet didn’t have the chance to do much fighting – at least not on the Confederate side. When Union troops occupied New Orleans in 1862, Sauvinet and other free people of color joined the Union side. Sauvinet was first a translator for the occupiers and then an officer of black troops. Sauvinet apparently passed for white, because he was well-treated at a time when only the white officers were allowed much authority or respect. Sauvinet also registered his children as white.
After the war, former slaves joined with the free persons of color and “Radical” whites to form the state Republican Party. Two young white Northerner lawyers who had been in the Union army – Henry Clay Warmoth and Henry C. Dibble – became leaders in this party, in which Sauvinet was also active. Warmoth became governor of a Reconstructed Louisiana. Dibble, while remaining an active Republican, was appointed judge of a trial court which the Republican legislature had created to hear challenges to the Republican program of Reconstruction. Dibble’s role – which he fulfilled ably – was to reject Democratic suits against Reconstruction laws.
Sauvinet was elected as the civil sheriff in New Orleans. His job included serving and collecting rent from people in receivership, such as the landlord of the Bank Coffeehouse. It was while Sauvinet was collecting rent from Joseph A. Walker that the latter supposedly asked Sauvinet not to come to get served.
The case got to Judge Dibble’s court, where a jury weighed the evidence. Walker claimed that Sauvinet wasn’t even black, and had professed to be white. Sauvinet replied that he’d been treated as black when whites wanted to oppress him.
When the jury couldn’t agree on whether Walker had practiced illegal discrimination, Judge Dibble stepped in. A recent statute empowered the judge to give a verdict in a public-accommodation case if the jury couldn’t agree. Dibble, as it happened, knew Sauvinet, but this would certainly not have affected his impartiality. Dibble ruled against Walker and imposed $1,000 in damages, which was hardly loose change in those days.
The case ended up in the U. S. Supreme Court. Walker said he’d been deprived of his constitutional right to a trial by jury in civil cases – a right spelled out in the Seventh Amendment: “In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved…” This right was now part of the privileges and immunities of citizenship, and of due process of law, claimed Walker. Suits for damages, like Sauvinet’s, were generally considered suits at common law.
Throughout Reconstruction, Louisiana politics was marred by often-deadly violence (on the part of white-supremacist Democrats) and fraud (on the part of Republicans). Elections were often disputed, leading to rival claimants for office and even rival legislative bodies.
In the 1872 elections, Warmoth led a faction of Louisiana Republicans into coalition with the Democrats, while other “regular” Republicans still opposed the Democrats and stood up for Reconstruction principles. Judge Dibble stood with the regular Republicans and sought to block some of the actions of the Warmoth/Democratic faction. Writing to Warmoth, Dibble justified his position and made a fairly revealing remark – “in every act where I can justly and properly exercise discretion I will be found with the [R]epublican party.”
In the mid-1870s, as Reconstruction was winding down, the Supreme Court ruled for Sauvinet, claiming that the states didn’t have to obey the Seventh Amendment. This was part of a series of decisions giving a narrow interpretation to the Fourteenth Amendment. These decisions tended to come from Louisiana cases, probably reflecting the politico-legal turmoil in that state.
Dibble’s term of office had come to an end in 1872, and the ex-judge moved out West, becoming a prominent attorney and California state legislator (sponsoring an antidiscrimination law), and writing a western.
The white-supremacist Louisiana Democrats took back the state from the Republicans and got rid of the public-accommodations laws. Their motive was pretty clearly racism rather than libertarianism, given that Louisiana’s Democratic government later supported forced segregation, not freedom of association. Sauvinet’s Supreme Court victory was fairly Pyrrhic: a short-lived triumph for equal accommodation was won at the expense of an important right of American citizenship, namely jury trial.
Sauvinet later killed himself when his son became mortally ill during one of New Orleans’ periodic epidemics, not really the kind of amusing ending Mel Brooks would have gone for.
Walker became head of an organization defending the right to do business on Sunday.
Law professor Paul D. Carrington praised the Walker decision a century later – “it would have been somewhat ironic in the name of due process of law to command the states to employ an institution [the civil jury] designed in part to introduce elements of non-rational emotionalism into the making of decisions purporting to enforce the law.” Yet in the very case Carrington praises, the presiding judge whose rationality and impartiality supposedly excelled the emotionalism of the jury was a zealous Republican partisan scarcely twenty-five years old. Judge Dibble commendably set his face against white supremacy, but he was hardly judicious or evenhanded.
Works Cited:
Paul D. Carrington, “The Seventh Amendment: Some Bicentennial Reflections,” 1990 University of Chicago Legal Forum 33-86 (1990).
“The Bank Coffeehouse: Sauvinet v. Walker,” Documentary & Oral History Studio, Loyola University New Orleans, https://docstudio.org/2016/01/02/the-bank-coffeehouse/
Richard C. Cortner, The Supreme Court and the Second Bill of Rights: The Fourteenth Amendment and the Nationalization of Civil Liberties. Madison: University of Wisconsin Press, 1981.
Richard Nelson Current, Those Terrible Carpetbaggers. New York: Oxford University Press, 1988.
Charles McClain, California Carpetbagger: The Career of Henry Dibble, 28 QLR 885 (2009),
Available at: http://scholarship.law.berkeley.edu/facpubs/660.
Justin A. Nystrom, New Orleans After the Civil War: Race, Politics, and a New Birth of Freedom. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2010.
Michael A. Ross, “Obstructing reconstruction: John Archibald Campbell and the legal campaign against Louisiana’s Reconstruction Government,” Civil War History, September 2003, pp. 235-53, at 248.
Walker v Sauvinet, 92 U.S. 90
So everyone is a bastard in this case. That pretty much sums up Louisiana. Nice piece
Reminds me of when Elaine wasn’t sure if her boyfriend was white or black.
“So why did you take me to all those Mexican restaurants if you’re not Hispanic?”
” I thought that covered all my bases.”
When Jerry thought his date was going to be Chinese because her last name was Chang or something like that.
Donna Chang
“You’re not Chinese!” Estelle, George’s mom.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsKpShq2X6s
The state of Louisiana had certainly changed from prewar tines, when white people were a dominant caste and most black people were considered property
The civil war was definitely a fork in the road for how blacks were treated in Louisiana.
It’s the context for discussing the *gens de couleur,* a story maybe not widely known outside Louisiana.
**whoosh**
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Sorry!
You’ll get it eventually. Don’t worry.
Wait, something about forks and Louisiana cuisine? Otherwise, I’m blocking in the answer.
Tine/Fork
Oops! And the Correction Fairy let the error just stick out like a dirty fork.
Just don’t mention the dirty knife
Just remember, when you come to a fork in the road, take it!
/Berra off
Nar…
Nevermind…you know!
not really the kind of amusing ending Mel Brooks would have gone for.
Tragedy is when I stub my toe. Comedy is when you fall into an open manhole and die — Mel Brooks
I don’t need more reasons to hate the south–living in Tennessee for 8 months gave me plenty.
*turns down lynyrd skynyrd* Ma’am, would you kindly shut your filthy, libelous mouth? Please. *turns lynyrd skynyrd back up*
Although, Tennessee is the Ohio of the South, so a slight pass is warranted.
Much appreciated. It was a horrible place. I would not want to go back.
Tennessee is horrible. I live far too close to it now.
I only have one county as a buffer.
But, previously, I had no buffer between me and Indiana. **shudder**
Maybe it’s my Northeast Central Kentucky raisin’, but I just can’t get over how bad Ohio is. Tennessee is mostly a sports thing, bled over into real life, but I don’t think I’ve had one pleasant experience in Ohio or involving someone from Ohio.
I never lived close enough to Cincy to care.
But that is what I hear.
We don’t have any good neighbors: WV, OH, IN, IL, MO, TN, VA. Blech.
Of course, you know what they say. If all your relationships suck, the one common factor is probably the problem.
TN roads and OH drivers both piss me off.
Being behind an OH driver on I-65 in TN north of Nashville is hell itself.
Virginia is A-OK in my book. Maybe not the DC area, but the rest of it.
The rest…yeah, they all suck in unique ways.
*gets giant bottle of windex to clean house*
Count yourself lucky…we border Canada.
I’m two counties from oklahoma. 3.2% beer and Indian casinos with a per hand played surcharge at the blackjack table, fuck that place.
I like TN. The eastern part anyway.
Yeah, the far eastern part that they have to put in the special box on the map is nice.
I like where I live. It’s rural arkansas. My working theory, and it probably mostly works in most other rural places, is that a rural community is what you make it. The attitude in my area is mostly live and let live. We don’t get in one another’s business and it works well.
This was not a rural community in which I lived. I was in the Murfreesboro area, which is basically a dead-cat-swing away from Nashville. Needless to say, I missed the real rural country that I came from.
Point taken. I’m about 35 miles from any type of real population center. Ft. smith (about 80, 000 people) I work in that town, but I wouldnt live there for anything.
You should be ok for a while after the zombie apocalypse begins.
I’ll make it longer than most
What did you not appreciate about Tennessee/the South? I think it’s pretty great.
Redeeming qualities: the food, the lack of wind (except for tornadoes, I guess), and fireflies.
Crap qualities: everything else.
Honestly, I just don’t like southern accents or the good ol’ boy shit. I also couldn’t stand being hit on by men older than my father, and I don’t mean “Oh, dear, that dress is lovely on you.” I mean “Let me sit next to you in this booth so you can’t get away. hah-hah!”
Aw Shucks!
*kicks pebble and frowns*
The food really was great, though. I do miss that, and, of course, my sister–who still lives down there for some reason.
I talk a big game, but the whole experience was basically so less-than-ideal that I can’t help the bad taste I have in my mouth about it. If a dozen different things had gone, well, differently, who knows. I might have even stayed.
Maybe if the older men hadn’t been *so much* older … or not had that smell of camphor and metamucil.
Wait, when I did that, it didn’t seem to bother you.
OR DID IT?
Keep at it, Eddie. Good interesting historical writing.
What does Frank think?
Frank thinks we should all bend our knee to the benevolent socialists that have done nothing but good things.*
*Except, you know, murder probably 100 million people and hold back human development for 1/2 a century in large parts of the world.
Socialism means different things to different people brah.
THAT WASN’T SOCIALISM.
Someone should rebut his latest piece of babbling.
Why? That would imply that babbling is worthy of response.
I commented twice and he won’t publish them.
He wants an echo chamber, not an open back and forth.
IOW, he takes his socialism seriously.
I made the mistake of looking at some of his other stuff. His idea of the height of humor is stupid nicknames that Charles Pierce uses.
I commented “your tears are delicious”. Not even bothering to see if he published.
Well, that’s because they weren’t real socialists, people like Frank, who would make sure that all of the government control of our lives was benevolent and technocratic.
He’s truly a prince among men. A real sacrificer…of my free will in the name of his beliefs.
What a guy!
Wait… who’s Frank and why am I the only one here who doesn’t know?
I don’t have any idea, either.
He runs some socialist website critical of libertarians.
Meh. Black Swan. Those places don’t actually exist.
ah. socialists are dumb.
in libertopia, socialism is allowed. you can have a commune or a state of pure socialism.
in socialtopia, we get put in jail or killed.
He runs some socialist website critical of libertarians.
Is Frank what we’re calling Gillespie, now?
What fun is socialism if they can’t steal your shit?
No fun at all if you can’t shoot them when they try.
Some guy who writes lefty pastiche on a blog called “Frankly Curious.” He doesn’t know much about libertarianism but knows he hates it. Claims to have a PhD in “atmospheric science.”
So, Frank is Tony?
Fucking airhead!
Here you go. But don’t all of at once. You’ll rash his server that’s used to getting three or four comments per article.
If you comment, be prepared. He’s a big fan that socialist thing called censorship.
SFed the link big time.
Crikey. I just read the first sentence on the page and it was this:
I would be surprised to read something that stupid on an entire site, let alone it being the first sentence.
Fuck you for making me click that.
*Fd’A takes another Atenolol*
“Rash his server?” There are pills you can take for that, you know.
I find it funny that he thinks he was ever a libertarian?
Or that we’re the childish ones for demanding personal responsibility and equal opportunity instead of stamping our feet because we all aren’t getting the same diseased pony.
It’s like “I owned a motorbike once” when it was actually a Vespa, or “Sure, I was in a band” when it was actually a Klezmer duo.
It’s a kind of low-rent Valor theft.
Number 6, does this count as a bike? Because I want one.
Well, you don’t need *my* permission to go out and buy one.
250cc 4-stroke takes it out of moped territory, for sure. I’m more of an old-school Honda 400/4 guy myself.
get the WR250X instead, supermotards are fun as hell
it appears they don’t make the WR250X new anymore, that’s a shame
Oh, I don’t look for permission. Just seeing where that 250-400 lands in your book. some people really don’t like an on-off.
It was more like 100 million.
It was supposed to be 100 million. I fixed it.
You guys and your vast unchecked server powers.
Faries (fay?) are lousy at math.
Hey, can you send me back in time to 1983? I should have tried to get past 2nd base with Laura, but I wimped out.
Needs more zero on that butcher’s bill, O benevolent Edit Fairy.
WDFT: Will this supplant STEVE SMITH? Discuss
I think there’s a viable separation of duties here.
WDFT would be for those knotty questions like “when will the left start rounding up wrongthinkers? Tuesday, or Friday?
and
WWSSD would be when you reach a woodland dell, replete with wildlife, do you start with the amphibians or the mammals?
See, I was typing fast and I didn’t really think it through. We can NEVER SUPPLANT STEVE SMITH! But maybe for a while we’ll see a lot of WDFT before it wears out.
Frank can be a Guest Pinata.
Will Gilmore appreciate Fus’s bibliography?
NEEDZ MOAR AUTHENTIC FRONTIER GIBBERISH.
Get a little west of New Orleans then. That’s all those coonass Acadians speak.
Suthen and I swapped stories about that part of LA. I spent time in Ville Platte and learned a lot of new ways to speak French. Or old ways, to be technical.
^– Yes please
I checked in over there, and it appears that mtrueman has lost what remaining marbles he had. He seems to be white knighting for North Korea.
Desperate for attention I guess.
It’s not going to get better for a while.
Hopefully Mel Brooks really is making Spaceballs 2: The Search for More Money. We could use another film of his caliber lampooning everyone again.
Anything that he does today will probably cause a massive snowflake melt.
That would be more than half the fun.
If Blazing Saddles Were a Serious Legal Drama – wouldn’t that uppity… er… guy be in trouble for hitting that other guy in the head with a shovel?
Well-done, Eddie. I think you’ve found your vocation, as it were.