Saturday, December 22, 2018

A Paradise on Earth: Part 6 - Exeunt



“I believe that the balance of the evidence about using cyanide indicates it is best not used.”

Derek Humphry, Final Exit

Cyanide is a chemical asphyxiant.  It interferes with the bloodstream’s ability to carry oxygen from the lungs.  It acts very quickly, with the symptoms of a lethal cyanide poisoning occurring within several minutes if ingested and death taking place minutes to maybe a couple of hours after that.  Inhaling cyanide gas yields quicker results.

One debated question is whether the poisoned individual suffers.  One source has it that there really isn’t any suffering, that buildup of carbon dioxide in the blood brings on rapid unconsciousness and the end comes peacefully.

That’s one perspective.  Anecdotal accounts say differently.  Several states used hydrogen cyanide gas to carry out executions before the advent of lethal injection.  Nevada was the first to adopt lethal gas in the 1920s.  It was touted as more humane than hanging.  The condemned would simply drift off to a permanent sleep.

The reality was another matter.  Nevada’s first gas chamber execution involved a Chinese immigrant named Gee Jon, who was convicted of killing a member of a rival tong.  Gee Jon did not take it well, understandably.  While the witnesses did not report any undue suffering on the prisoner’s part, there were a few hiccups in the execution protocol. 

About four pounds of liquid cyanide were pumped in, but it was a chilly day and much of the poison pooled on the chamber floor.  A few witnesses said at one point they smelled bitter almonds, a telltale sign of a leak, which caused the viewing room to be evacuated until it could be ascertained there was in fact no leak.  The coroner refused to autopsy Gee Jong for fear he would be poisoned upon opening up the corpse.  Nevertheless, the Gee Jong execution was deemed a success and other states soon followed the Silver State’s lead.

The lore of the gas chamber contains a number of hair-raising stories.  The condemned would go into convulsions.  Blood would trickle from the nostrils.  The mouth would foam.  Very unpleasant to watch.

Executions in California’s death chamber were their own source of legend.  Barbara Graham, convicted with two accomplices of murdering an elderly woman, was advised by the corrections officer strapping her into the chair to wait until the cyanide eggs dropped into the hydrochloric acid, then take a deep breath.  Unconsciousness would come quickly, she was assured.  Graham’s response: “How the hell would you know?” 

Caryl Chessman, condemned for kidnapping under California’s Little Lindbergh law, had fought his death sentence in the courts for over a decade, becoming an international cause célèbre in the process.  Chessman could only delay the inevitable, however, and he was determined to extend his life by an additional minute if that’s what it came down to.  Once the gas was released, he held his breath as long as possible before succumbing to the need to exhale and inhale.  Chessman’s end was predictably agonizing.

Ingesting cyanide is a somewhat slower death, but it is 100% effective.  At the end of the Second World War, a number of top Nazis committed suicide this way.  Hermann Goering cheated the hangman at Nuremburg just hours before his scheduled execution, using a cyanide capsule he had smuggled into his prison cell.

Cyanide would be the chosen means of death by Jim Jones and camp physician Larry Schacht for the residents of Jonestown.  Although Schacht had not researched lethal poisons until sometime in early 1978, Jones had long used the specter of suicide by poison as a loyalty test of his inner circle.  The so-called “White Nights” in Jonestown were rehearsals for the inevitable.  The means simply had to be worked out.

The murder of Congressman Leo Ryan and several members of his party spelled the end of Peoples Temple and its leader.  When Jonestown’s residents gathered at the pavilion one last time, they learned of the congressman’s fate and their own as well.  The “medicine” was ready for them.

The lethal cocktail was potassium cyanide, diphenhydramine hydrochloride, and, according to a few sources, Thorazine.  The drugs were mixed in with vats of grape Flavor-Aid.  As a layman researching the story, I find the choice of ingredients puzzling.  Cyanide works fast, so why the need of the other two medications?  I’ve never taken Thorazine, but it stands to reason that it would take an hour or two to reach full effect.  I have taken diphenhydramine lots of times—it’s the active ingredient of over-the-counter medications such as Benadryl and Unisom.  As a sleep aid, it takes a couple of hours to work.  But Dr. Schacht had his reasons, I suppose.

Why did the people of Jonestown acquiesce?  There were guards around the pavilion, to be sure, armed with rifles and crossbows.  Still, if a number of people made a break for it most would have had a chance.  Groupthink is one explanation.  But there were arguments voiced against suicide.  Christine Miller, who had joined Peoples Temple in Los Angeles and had a reputation for outspokenness, openly challenged Jim Jones’ decision in front of everyone. 

Christine Miller was both typical and an outlier among Temple adherents.  The daughter of Texas sharecroppers, she made her way to Southern California and worked as a civil servant.  When she joined Peoples Temple, Christine had made a comfortable life for herself.  She wanted to do more and the Temple afforded ample opportunities to help others.  Like many Temple members, she had donated most of her assets to the church.  Although she went along with most of Jones’ dictates Christine Miller was one of the relatively few individuals allowed to dispute Jim Jones, albeit within reason. 

Christine emigrated to Guyana on her own, unlike most of Jonestown’s settlers.  She soon regretted this decision, believing Jonestown was a failing experiment and telling Jones she would be more useful back home.  Despite it all, she remained.

At the pavilion, Jones asked if there were any dissenting opinions to the “revolutionary suicide” he proposed.  Christine Miller stepped up to the mike.  The ensuing exchange, caught on the so-called “death tape,” is remarkable.  Christine questioned the morality of killing children.  She pointed out that where there is life, there is hope (a theme from Jones’ sermons.)  She asked whether immigrating to Russia was still an option.

Jones replied it was too late for Russia and that suicide was the only means of allaying the pain of life.  The exchange was fairly civil at first, with Jones saying he respected Christine and her opinions.  Background voices seem to show that a few people in the crowd were sympathetic to her at first.  But as the dialogue went on, others loudly objected to Christine’s words with some comparing her to the defectors who had just left with Leo Ryan. 

Finally, Jim McElvane intervened.  McElvane was a recent arrival at Jonestown also from the Los Angeles congregation, but he was a member of the Temple’s security team and a trusted confidante to Jones.  McElvane peremptorily cut Christine Miller off, telling her she owed her life to Jim Jones and to stop her needless arguing.

The matter was settled.  People queued behind the poison vats, drinking their death from paper cups.  Small children had the brew injected with oral syringes.  Those who resisted were quickly subdued and given the poison by hypodermic.  The process was supervised by Marceline Jones and the camp nurses, Annie Moore among them. 

Not everyone was subjected to the poison.  Lawyers Charles Garry and Mark Felt were told to leave and retreated into the tree line until it was safe to venture out.  Financial secretary Maria Katsaris gave suitcases of cash to brothers Tim and Mike Carter and Mike Prokes for delivery to the Soviet embassy in Georgetown, along with letters transferring rights to the Temple’s offshore bank accounts.  Katsaris also furnished them with revolvers.  She instructed them that they were not to be taken alive.  The suitcases were very heavy and the men did not get far.  They abandoned the suitcases, took part of the cash from them, and walked along the railroad tracks to Port Kaituma where they were taken into custody by the police.

A few got away by subterfuge.  Stanley Clayton, a young survivor of Oakland’s streets, bluffed his way past security on the pretext of an official errand.  Clayton had witnessed the death throes of the first people who drank the poison and wanted no part of it.  He, too, hid at the edge of the surrounding jungle.  Odell Rhodes got away in a similar fashion.  Grover Davis missed the call to the pavilion and hid in a ditch once the suicides began.  Several others, nine adults and children, had left earlier in the day, before Ryan’s assassination, to go on a “picnic” as part of a prearranged escape plan. 

Hyacinth Thrash survived by default.  Depending on the source, she either slept through the suicides and awoke the next morning to find a field of dead bodies lying face down around the pavilion or she heard the commotion and hid until it was over.  Either way, she survived.  Mrs. Thrash would live on for nearly twenty more years.

Jonestown was not the only venue for Temple suicides.  Sharon Amos headed the Peoples Temple contingent in Georgetown.  Informed of Leo Ryan’s death and Rev. Jim’s decision by radio, she was instructed to kill the Temple’s “enemies” in the capital and to then take their own lives.  She settled for cutting the throats of her two youngest children.  Afterward, Sharon and her eldest daughter Liane Harris simultaneously slashed each other’s throats.

Staying at the Georgetown house were Stephan Jones and the Jonestown basketball team, who were in town to play an exhibition game.  Marceline Jones urged her son to return to Jonestown as Leo Ryan’s visit approached but Stephan refused.  Stephan recognized that his father was becoming increasingly unhinged and had resolved to stay away.  Frustrated, he left with his teammates in their van the afternoon of Ryan’s assassination and missed the carnage.

Back at the Jonestown pavilion, it became quiet as darkness approached.  Jim Jones’ taped death rant ended.  He would be either the last or second to last to die.  He did not drink the cyanide but died from a gunshot to the head.  Lying nearby was nurse Annie Moore.  According to the autopsy of her badly decomposed body, there was a lethal amount of cyanide in her tissues but she had also suffered a gunshot to the head.  One explanation is that Jones shot himself; another is that Moore shot him then herself. 

But why the poison and the gun?  Either would have been sufficient on its own.  One explanation is that she wanted to be certain of dying.  After all, should she fail there would be a lot of explaining to do having fatally poisoned nearly a thousand people.  Maybe she trusted the cyanide to do the job but chose to hasten things as the symptoms set in.  It’s academic in any case.

As morning fell upon Jonestown on November 19, 1978, police and Guyana Defence Force soldiers entered the settlement.  It was all over.  The world outside was left to wonder and speculate.


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