On September 15, 1881, a general court-martial was convened at Fort Davis, Texas, to try Second Lietenant H. O. Flipper. an officer in the 10th Cavalry of the U.S. Army, Lieutenant Flipper was charged with embezzlement and conduct unbefitting an officer.
Flipper was the first former slave and the only black man to successfully complete the rigorous course of study required for officer's training at prestigious West Point. He had always conducted himself with honor as an officer and a gentleman.
One man, respected army attorney Captain Merritt Barber, volunteered to defend Lieutenant Flipper. He saw all the signs of a conspiracy in the army's charges, and there was no way he was about to let an innocent man be railroaded. He alone was determined to stand by Lieutenant Flipper and to fight for justice against all odds.
Excerpt from Lonely Trumpet:
General Court-Martial United States Army,
Special Orders, No. 108 Department of Texas
San Antonio, Texas
September 3, 1881
I. A general court-martial will convene at Fort Davis, Texas, on Thursday, the 15th day of September, 1881, at 10 o'clock a.m., or as soon thereafter as practicable, for the trial of Second Lieutenant H.O. Flipper, 10th cavalry.
Detailed for the court:
Colonel G. Pennypacker, 16th infantry; Lieutenant Colonel J.F. Wade, 10th cavalry; Major G.W. Schofield, 10th cavalry; Surgeon W.E. Waters, Medical Department; Captain Fergus Walker, 1st infantry; Captain William Fletcher, 20th infantry; Captain W.N. Tisdale, 1st infantry; Captain R.G. Heiner, 1st infantry; Captain E.S. Ewing, 16th infantry; Captain L.O. Parker, 1st infantry; First Lieutenant W.V. Richards, Regimental Quartermaster, 16th infantry;
Captain J.W. Clous, 24th infantry, is appointed judge-advocate of the court.
No other officers than those named can be assembled without manifest injury to the service.
By the command of Brigadier General Christopher C. Augur.
Captain, 9th infantry, A.D.C.
September 17-19, 1881
The cottonwoods looked about a month away from turning yellow. Staring out the window past the parade grounds, enlisted men's barracks and the commissary and quartermaster buildings, he strained to see the grove just beyond the old Overland Trail. There were still no signs of autumn. He wondered if he would be around to watch the leaves turn bright yellow and feel the first hint of winter coming down Sleeping Lion Mountain. That would be a while. His duplex had already turned stifling in the early morning heat, and he wanted to open the window, but Colonel Shafter had ordered all windows in these quarters nailed shut. And an armed guard stood posted in front of his door.
As the 10th cavalry's trumpeter blared out "First Sergeants' Call" nearby, the metallic notes strangely haunting, he saw Second Lieutenant Wade Hampton, in full dress uniform, walking down the path, past the new officers' duplexes being constructed of adobe and stone next to his own quarters. He'd be here in a minute. No need in making Hampton wait, so he stepped away from the window and buckled his belt tightly across his dress blouse, making sure no dust or lint marred his appearance, an almost impossible task out here in wind-blown West Texas. Next he picked up his brand new dress helmet, with its plume of golden yak hair sprouting from the spiked top, admiring the gold cord, lines and flounders, and a gold eagle plate with the regimental number raised above the stars and stripe shield that topped the crossed sabers.
When he placed the helmet on top of his head, Wade Hampton knocked on the door. "Lieutenant Flipper," he called out in a polite Southern accent.
Wade was being formal this morning.
Copyright 2002 by Johnny D. Boggs