"...textile strike that roiled Upstate South Carolina in the spring and summer of 1908. Thankfully for the mill owners and for the ability of the South Carolina State Militia to clamp down on the worst of the violence, the strikes rolled from west to east over the course of four wild months, as a mill would strike out, demands would be met, and then unruly workers at the next town over would walk out to demand the same. Had a general textile strike broken out all at once, it would have broken South Carolina's economy for much of the year and perhaps put wind in the sails of workers elsewhere in the Confederacy.
The strikes were a confluence of a number of factors. Twenty years earlier, at the start of the great agricultural depression of the 1890s that made South Carolina one of the few polities in North America to shed population, there had been less than two dozen textile mills in the entire Palmetto State; by 1908, there were over a hundred and twenty, heavily concentrated in the hill towns of the near-Appalachian Upstate. This changing economy posed a unique threat to Tillmanism, which had always been centered upon breaking the political reliance of the yeomanry upon the paternalist patronage of the planter class in return for pliancy; now, there was a new constituency of downscale white men who were up for grabs and for whom the agrarian reformism and agitations of Tillman seemed a throwback to a bygone era. The Agrarian Apostle, at the zenith of his power in Richmond, was now at risk of being outfoxed at home by an enemy from within - Coleman Livingston Blease.
"Coley," as he was known by both his partisans and detractors, had come up in the Tillman organization and, even in the hot summer of1908, remained a partisan Democrat who cheered Pitchfork Ben's successful dispatching of the Bourbon element in the previous year's elections. But Blease was a canny, ambitious and ruthless operator in his own right, a former state legislator who had failed twice to secure the governorship and now bided his time as mayor of his hometown of Newberry, midway on the railroad from Columbia to Greenville and widely regarded as the gateway to the Upstate from the Low Country. He had always courted textile workers as his base and the strike turned him from obscure demagogue to folk hero in the textile mills; Tillman's prevarications and indecisiveness in returning from Richmond to attend to the matter left a large opening for Blease to exploit and spur his public image. He was not definitively anti-Tillmanite enough to be a clear threat to the legions of Pitchforkers in South Carolina who could have otherwise disposed of him (and who coveted his phalanxes of loyal textile laborers), but also enough of his own man to differentiate himself for those who had begun to tire of Tillman's machine.
Remarkably, Blease was perhaps one of the few men in the Confederacy outside of perhaps James K. Vardaman who could have made Tillman look like a moderate in the mold of President Jones. Though they shared many of the same enemies - the planter aristocracy and Charleston businessmen, for one, but also the newspapers and freedmen - Tillman's platform of agrarian reform, education and deliberately working to de-institutionalize the control of the oligarchy over the levers of state power was one of consideration and careful planning. Blease, on the other hand, was an erratic man, his ideas incoherent other than mere inchoate rage and whipping up resentment for his benefit without any particular end to his demagogy. Where Tillman had walked a transparently insincere tightrope on lynching, neither condemning nor condoning the practice even as he shrugged it off as a necessary reality of Confederate life in dealing with freedmen who did not understand their place, Blease actively and eagerly encouraged it, declaring in a speech before a mill that every "free Negro laborer should be driven from this factory to make space for a white man; we shall demand they leave in peace, and those who do not may leave at the end of a noose!" (Blease's most notorious paean to the lynch mob would of course come in the violent postwar years, after Tillman had died, when he suggested, "Let there be no case in which a ride through the South Carolina Upstate results in a man passing by a tree from which at least one Negro has not been hung.") [1]
Blease was a wildcard Tillman could not contain as easily as he had dispatched first his enemies to his left, to his center and now to his right; he was a Pitchforker taken to the ideology's logical conclusion, and in many ways represented the future, what with being two decades his junior and, as it turned out, in much more vigorous health. At the height of the 1908 textile strike Tillman suffered a moderate stroke that left him bedridden for weeks and noticeably feebler in its aftermath. Though it would not be until after his death that it was understood that he'd actually had a stroke - the people who knew definitively were limited to his private doctor and Sallie [2] - the episode could not have occurred at a more critical time. Tillman's family suggested that he had suffered a much more minor ailment to explain away his convalescence in Edgefield, but the sharks could smell blood in the water; Blease, in a move of surprising political chess, elected not to seek the Democratic nomination for Governor again in 1908, rather issuing statements of wishing good health for Tillman to earn significant chits with men inside the state's political machine that he could instead cash in at a time of his choosing and instead building up his own operation buoyed by his celebrity as one of the sole Democratic leaders to solely stand in solidarity with the strikers.
Back in Richmond, meanwhile, Vardaman began insinuating that the 60-year old Tillman was ailing and started planning for his own usurpation of the seat of pro tempore to take advantage of the expected coming power vacuum. Tillman returned to Virginia once it seemed like the strikes were winding down before autumn, politically bloodied but not beaten. It was an old adage in Confederate politics that one was only as powerful in Richmond as one was back home, and despite ostensibly being at the zenith of his power, Tillman looked genuinely weakened, though enough veterans of the past fifteen years of Senate power plays knew better than to count Pitchfork Ben out - he had, after all, seemed much more vulnerable before, only to roar back and maul his opposition like a cornered lion.
What the episode did do, however, was underline for good for Tillman that transitioning to a capstone Presidency in 1909 as many of his supporters and detractors in the Senate hoped (for the sake of their own ambitions, of course) was likely to be too politically fraught for him to successfully pull off. Having effectively neutered the office already, he was skeptical that he would enjoy the same influence and was certain that the Vardamans of the world, and now cretins like Blease back in South Carolina, were licking their chops at using his health care to portray him as weak and thus begin the process of toppling the man who built the grand edifice of the new Democratic Party so they could stand atop the parapet in his place. With no desire to see his enemies become the Caesar to his Sulla, Tillman instead committed himself to rebuilding his political standing. Back home, it came through further ingratiating himself with the Naval League, which was now increasingly concentrated in Norfolk and Charleston, and through whom he had helped steer enormous largesse to the Charleston Shipyards; in Richmond, it came through his tried-and-true process of whipping up nationalist and anti-Yankee sentiment, redeploying his followers against the external enemy less they begin to be tempted by his would-be successors, and training his ire in particular on the efforts of Secretary of State Blackburn to negotiate an amicable renewal of the Treaty of Havana with the United States..."
- Pitchforks, Peasants and Palmetto Politics: The Rise and Fall of Benjamin Tillman
[1] These quotes are my creation, but I feel they are a fairly accurate representation of Coleman L. Blease's worldview.
[2] Sallie Tillman, his wife