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Tennessee's Governor, an ex-livestock auctioneer named Jim McCord, is a Crumpet; so is U.S. Senator Tom Stewart. Sick old spoilsman Senator Kenneth McKellar is beholden to Mister Crump. West Tennessee's Congressmen are his to command. He sways the state legislature. And in Memphis and Shelby County, politicians move like automatons at his bidding-running daily to his office for instructions...
...airy room with polished brass desk ornaments, a gilded telephone, and a view of green Arkansas forests across the big river. It is not only a political nerve center but headquarters for one of the South's largest insurance and mortgage loan businesses. In 22 years, E. H. Crump & Co. has experienced a phenomenal growth; many a Memphis business man understandably believes that insurance with Crump has a double value. Crump's 54 years in Memphis have yielded him not only power, but wealth-cotton land in Mississippi, a fine brick house, part ownership in an exclusive hunting...
...drawn code of "correctness." It was an odd sort of code, amendable by circumstance, but in essence a fierce refusal to be dominated. It had allowed the Organization to accept contributions from prostitutes and gamblers in the old days, but had never countenanced sharing control in return. E. H. Crump had taken, but he had never been for sale...
From a Chamber of Commerce viewpoint, the Memphis of Ed Crump left little to be desired. But was it a part of free America? Tennessee's own Andy Jackson would not have thought so. Yet, as muckraker Lincoln Steffens discovered four decades ago, boss-ridden Memphis had followed the pattern of countless U.S. municipalities. In his way, Ed Crump was a classic American figure...
...when many a Southerner strove to forget his shabbiness with genteel pretence. The Crump children often got no firecrackers for Christmas; they were urged instead to pop dried, inflated pig bladders saved from the autumn slaughtering. Their one-room school was never painted-elders murmured evasively that they were waiting for the nailheads to rust. But even as a skinny, redheaded boy, Ed Crump stared at the world with the discerning eyes of a realist...