The Commonweal Army's Standoff in Puyallup
While General 'Jumbo' Cantwell rallies unemployed protesters with fiery rhetoric, Northern Pacific officials and U.S. marshals prepare for a train-seizure confrontation.
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Many Tacomans went out to Puyallup today to take a look at the combined Seattle and Tacoma Industrial Armies. Among the Coxeyites are men who had given up positions to join the movement, including two employees at a milk ranch who quit when the Tacoma contingent left. General 'Jumbo' Cantwell declared that 100 men have joined since the army's arrival. In a speech, Jumbo stated he would rather steal than starve, drawing cheers from the crowd. He lashed out at the Northern Pacific railroad, claiming, 'If we, the people, vote to take that which is ours, there ain't marshals enough in the country to prevent it.' Thirteen deputy U.S. Marshals are in Puyallup guarding the Northern Pacific yards against attempts to commandeer trains. Meanwhile, the army is reorganizing its leadership, naming Potter as brigadier general and creating new regiments. Local sympathizers, including Mrs. Hobart of the People's Party, continue to denounce the rail and government officials.
“If we, the people, vote to take that which is ours, there ain't marshals enough in the country to prevent it.”
This 1894 standoff reflects the intense labor unrest of the Gilded Age, as thousands of unemployed men, inspired by Jacob Coxey's march on Washington, sought government intervention. It echoes modern debates over economic displacement and the visibility of the unhoused, showing how civil disobedience has historically been met with both intense public curiosity and armed state suppression.
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