Excerpts from a typed letter written by George Medigovich to Clare Ellinwood on April 2, 1979, giving his memories of the Bisbee Deportations in 1917. This transcription is uneditied and does not correct errors.
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The importance and meaning of Masonry in those days is very illusive to grasp today. To hold the meetings in their building was a matter of prestige, the right people were behind it, and certain of results. The highest compliment, "a good Mason" was the highest praise. At the time of the meeting it never occurred to me that I could be attending as a merchant but as a Mason.
The morning of the roundup I was up as usual to start, 6 A.M., to start my daily solicitation of my eleven boarding houses and cafes who served the miners. I found the exciting roundup peacefully in process - groups being taken by armed men to the depot for assembling at the Ball Park at Warren. Soon Mike Cunningham appeared with a rifle in hand. We spent the next hour or so idly in the small plaza between the old depot and the P.D. offices and the Medigovich property. In time we learned that the deportees were being loaded from the ball park for shipment, deportation.
It is amazing how smoothly the roundup and shipment was executed. As well planned and executed as Ike invading Lebanon and quelling another bunch of commies. I am sure that only the minimum were were privy to the whole process, organizing, deputizing each raiding squad. I doubt if many at the Masonic hall meetings were involved other than to be briefed. It is a murky residue to squeeze a 62 year sponge of memory. I think superficially the camp bounced back to normal in a few days except that my own future and life time deportation came in less than two months (except the Uncle Sam bankrolled my exodus) the first contingence of the first draft - Sept. 1917, uprooted me.
You must not draw such a fine line between "bankrolling" and "ownership". Dr. Douglas, (P.D.) entered the railroad business once the Southern Pacific began charging "what the traffic could bear," and thereby hogging a lot of the profits - he built the line to Benson in 1889 and then to Deming to hook up with the Santa Fe and then to El Paso to tie in with the Rock Island - he called the system, El Paso & Southwestern.
I would have been a treat to listen in on Felix Frankfurter reporting back to Woodrow Wilson after his trip to Bisbee and saying "the only way we can stop those lawless bastards out there is to enact a federal kidnapping law."
That morning as Mike Cunningham and I loitered about the Plaza (he must have been anxious to team up, (with rifle in hand) with someone up to then I relationship was limited to no more than a salutation in passing.
I saw a friend and a good customer being marched off in a pack of deportees. He operated a chili con carne sidewalk stand on the Gulch, the best and hottest bowl of chili west of the Rio Grande. He was a young Serbian, spent his youth in restaurant kitchens, devoted to my mother -- very likely she had helped him along the way. I rushed over to him. I said something about his not belonging in the roundup and I asked how it happened - when he was asked about carrying a wobbly card he told them to go to hell, when I told him I could get him released he just gave me a mean look and went off - I never saw him again. I often wondered how many other were like him; but, keep in mind one can never be sure what may come out of the Balkans - Chris was a stubborn bohunk.
I read Mr. Houston's article with much pleasure, his rich facility and style should produce a good novel, maybe not for you and me. A little of the truth as we remember it can do much harm to a lot of good fiction. He doesn't run the risk of "estranging his boyhood friends" in the manner of Bernard Deboto; and all of the old timers are gone.
I hope you don't find this letter too boring and long. I am sorry to be so uniformed about 1917. Bisbee was an ideal place to mature slowly. A young grocer concentrating on getting more business; labor movements, wobblies, books, Bisbee Daily Review, the library, P.D., involvements were no part of my life. The tips of the Mule Mountains were my horizons, the end of the world, where the EP&SW had either to back in or back out, the P.D. a kind and generous Mother India who was most gentle and helpful in my mother's prosperity. She in turn always most appreciative, and agreeable. She and Father traded properties with Walter Douglas about the time P.D. built the Copper Queen Hotel so the street could be relocated to run straight down the hill. My parents owned the property on both sides of the street when it was located further east with a wide curve in it. The street should have been called Medigovich Putnick (road traveler). I told you the Slavs were taking over. This was one chance the (sic) missed.
I remarked Bisbee was a wonderful place to mature slowly - with my hunting, "Buttons" my quarter horse, a little Kelly pool, a bit of poker, the gulch, I was well prepared to enter first the army and them Columbia in an unprecedented pristine condition.