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THE CASE OF ROLAND PENNINGTON

On November 7th, 1913, Lewis S. Pinkerton, the manager of a certain farm in Delaware County, Pennsylvania, suddenly disappeared. As it seemed probable that he was the victim of foul play the detectives set to work and in due time arrested George March, the dairyman on the farm, and Roland Pennington, a farm laborer. Suspicion was directed to these two men largely through the testimony of the woman who was supposed to be the so-called common-law wife of March. At his trial it was shown that he had another wife living, and consequently she did not even have that as a claim upon him. This woman had heard groanings from the direction of the barn, and later when March came into the house, had noticed blood on the towel and on his clothing.

The body of the lost man could not be found. After being taken to prison March accused Pennington of the crime, admitting that after the deed was done he assisted young Pennington in disposing of the body, because, as he said, he was afraid that he himself would be accused of the crime. Having made this admission, he took the officers to a wood some miles away where the body had been buried in a rude, shallow grave.

Roland Pennington.
(By permission of “Alienist and Neurologist.”)

When Pennington was confronted with March’s accusation, he too made a confession, which, however, implicated March quite as much as himself.

March was tried in Delaware County, and convicted of murder in the first degree. The defense was, in accordance with the above statement, “that he had nothing to do with the crime itself, merely assisted in disposing of the body.”

Pennington’s trial occurred in June, 1914, when he also was convicted of murder in the first degree. The defense in this case was imbecility and irresponsibility. Although the jury did not accept this view, the case is a most interesting one from the standpoint of criminal imbecility.

The story of the crime is probably best given in Pennington’s own words, since his confession has all the marks of truthfulness and was evidently accepted by the jury in the March case. It was almost exclusively on the strength of this testimony that March was convicted.

Statement of Roland Pennington as to the Pinkerton Homicide

I, Roland Pennington, being duly sworn according to law depose as follows:—

I went to work at the Wilson farm about October 7th; I boarded with George March and his wife; George worked on the farm too; he was the butter maker; from the time I went to the farm, George was always kind and good to me; George had charge over me when Lew was not there; George would loan me money when I wanted any, and several times took me to Gradyville with him, when he would take me over to the hotel and treat me to a drink; about a week or two after I went to the farm, George had a fight with his wife at the dinner table; George told her she was too intimate with Lew and a painter, who was working there; she talked back to George and George threw things at her; after dinner George told me that what he said to his wife was true; that was the first I knew about George’s trouble with his wife; after that George talked to me about his wife all the time; once I told George I would like to go West; one day George said he was going to take the painter to law, and get some money from him, and if I would stick by him, he would divide up with me and take me West. Afterwards he talked more about Lew and his wife; one day he said if it didn’t stop, he would break up, sell the furniture, and go West, and that if I would save my money to help out, he would take me with him; one day George’s wife was away all day, Lew was away that day too; they came home about the same time; George told me afterwards that he accused his wife of being with Lew; that night Lew came in the cow stable while George and I were milking; they had some words, but I could not hear what they said; George looked pretty mad and Lew was excited; George told me afterwards that he had accused Lew of being with his wife and Lew denied it; he also said it was as much as he could do to keep from getting up and smashing Lew in the face. On several different times when we were working together, George said that if Lew didn’t stop going with his wife, he would put a stop to it; George had charge over me when Lew was not at the farm, and one time when I asked Lew for some money to buy shoes, he would only give me two dollars, and gave five dollars to George to buy shoes for me; after the first of November, George said, “Lew hasn’t paid me. I wonder why”; he said this on two or three different occasions; on Thursday, November 6th, George came to me and said, “Well, Rol, Lew paid me to-day.” I said, “Did he?” and he says, “Yes, he had a big bunch of money on him. Did you ever see a thousand dollar bill?” I said, “No, I never saw one.” He says, “Well, neither did I. What figures ought a thousand dollar bill have on it?” I says, “I don’t know. A thousand is one and three noughts after it.” He says, “Well, I asked the Mrs. about it, and if that’s right he had one of them on him.” This took place Thursday afternoon about half past three in the stable. That night about quarter after five while George and I were separating the milk down in the milk house, George said, “How would you like to have that bunch of money Lew’s got on him?” I don’t remember saying anything to that. There was nothing more said about it that day. The next morning, George and I were separating the milk down at the milk house before breakfast, and George said, “Well, Lew will have that bunch of money on him to-day. Let’s get it.” I said, “What do you mean?” He says, “Why, do away with him.” I says, “What? Kill him?” He says, “Yes.” I says, “No. I won’t kill him.” He says, “Well, you start it and I’ll finish it. I got a blackjack up at the house, I used one time myself to knock a man in the head with out West, to get seventy-five dollars from him to come East on.” He said he was in a bank in the West and saw this man get the money—the seventy-five dollars—and when the man came out, he managed to get a ride with him, and while they were going along the road, he hit the man in the head and knocked him out, and went on his way. I didn’t say anything.

That afternoon, about three o’clock, George came to me in the milk house, while we were getting the milk buckets and cans ready to take to the barn, and handed me the blackjack and said, “Here’s the blackjack; you can do it with that.” I put it in my pocket. We then went to the barn. From then up to about five o’clock, while we were working about the barn, George kept saying to me, “Don’t lose your nerve. The first chance you get after the workmen are gone, get him.” Several times he said, “Don’t miss your chance—Don’t forget.” Lew was away that afternoon. He came home while George and I were milking.

After we finished milking, we took the milk down to the milk house; then I went back to the barn to feed the horses. While I was feeding them, George came up from the milk house to feed the calf. I generally fed the calf. George seldom did it. In feeding the horse, I had to carry hay around from the old horse stable to the new one. In going around for some hay, I met George right outside the old horse stable door. He said, “Lew will be around here pretty soon. You can get him then.” After I had finished feeding the horses, I took the fork over to the old stable. As I was doing so, Lew went in the new stable. I met George at the stable door when I came out from putting the fork away. George said, “He’s in the new horse stable; go get him.” I went in and told Lew there was a nail in the last stall next to the box stall and that he had better look at it. He went up to look at it, and while looking at the place I told him, I struck him on the head with the blackjack. He turned part way around, threw up his arm, and said, “Hey, what are you doing?” I struck at him some more; he rushed at me and we clinched. This happened in the stall alongside a horse. After we clinched we got out into the passageway, back of the horses. Lew soon got the blackjack away from me. As we came out into the passageway, I think I saw George near the door. He afterwards told me he heard when I hit Lew first and that he came in, and that while Lew and I were wrestling, Lew made a grab for him and knocked his glasses off. Lew and I tussled quite a while up and down the passage back of the horses; Lew was hollering all the time; I think we went down once, got up again, and went down again, with Lew on top of me; then I got on top of him. At about that time he called for George; George must have gone out in the meantime, for when Lew called for him, I remember the door being opened and George coming in. He came up and asked Lew what was the matter, whether the horses kicked him. Lew said, “Yes, yes, help me.” George stooped over and whispered to me, “Where is the blackjack?” I told him Lew had it. Lew then said, “George, you are no kind of a man.” Whether George got the blackjack or not I don’t know. He then went around by Lew’s head and started kicking. I had my hand on Lew’s head and the first kick George made he kicked my knuckles. I then left go of Lew and got up. While getting up George was continuing to kick him in the head. After continuing to kick him in the head after I got up, George went around and kicked and stamped Lew in the side. Then he stopped—and said as though to himself—“Which side is his heart on?” Then he started to kick him on the other side. After a while he stopped. I don’t remember whether he said anything to me or not. Anyhow, George took him by the head and shoulders and I by the feet and we carried him into the box stall. Then George went up to the house for a lantern. I waited for him at the stable door. He came down with the lantern and went in the box stall, felt Lew’s heart, and then stood up and stamped him some more; then he searched him.

In tussling with Lew I had gotten blood on my coat, pants, and shirt. After George searched Lew, we left the stable, and I asked George where the overalls were that the whitewasher had worn. George said he thought they were up at the wagon house. We went there, but could not find them. George did find an old pair of Lew’s pants and a shirt. He gave them to me and I put them on. While I was putting them on George went in the house. I went in later, went to my room, put on another coat, and went down to supper. George finished his supper first; got up and told the Mrs. he was going to Gradyville after some sulphur for the pigs. He then asked me if I wanted to go along with him. I said I would. Then we went to the barn; George got two bags in the old horse stable and put one inside the other. Then we went in the new horse stable where Lew was. George set the lantern down and told me to take hold of his arms and lift his head and shoulders. I did so, and George slipped the two bags over Lew’s head and body. Then George tied a cloth around the neck overtop the bags. Then he told me to hitch the horse Dick to the milk wagon. I did so. Then I returned to the new horse stable. George then said we will carry him up to the wagon. I had left it in front of the wagon house at the barn. George said, “We had better take him up through the barn.” George took him by the head and shoulders and I by the feet. We carried him up through the barn. When we got to the wagon, George got some bags and put them on the floor of the wagon. Then we put the body in. Then we got a blanket and threw it over the body. Then George got two shovels and a grubbing hoe, and put them in the wagon. Then we drove away.

After we got started George said we would bury the body in Lauterback’s woods. When we reached the road that he said led up to that woods, he said it was too near home and kept on driving. After driving for a long time we came to a pair of bars. He pulled up there and said, “That wood over there looks pretty good.” Then he drove on a little piece further. Then he said we better go back to that woods. Then we turned around and went back to the bars. George got out there, handed me the lines, and he took down the bars. I drove in, he put in the bars, and led the way, and I drove on across a field, till we came to another pair of bars. He took them out and then led the way across the fields to the woods. When we got there, George picked out a place; said he thought it would be an all right place. Then we dug the grave. Then we went back to the wagon, got the body, put it in the grave, and covered it up. Then we returned home.

That night George suggested that we clean up the marks in the morning. The next morning we got up early and cleaned up the marks on the floor and washed the walls. George said to make sure there would be no marks on the wall it would be better to whitewash it. He said he would do that and for me to go to other work, so I started to haul stone. George also said to take my clothes to the milk house and burn them. I did take them there on Saturday morning. George was there and I gave them to him. He said he would burn them. On Saturday, George came to me and gave me seven dollars and a watch and a ring which he got off of Lew when he searched him. He told me he had only gotten fourteen dollars and five cents and to pawn the watch and chuck the ring. I threw the ring away and took the watch to Philadelphia and pawned it at Carver Reeds on Market Street near Fifteenth Street for four dollars. When I saw George the next morning, Sunday, I gave him the pawn ticket and said I would give him two dollars when I got the change. He said never mind that.

(Signed) Roland Pennington.

Here again is a crime so abhorrent in its details that it is unbelievable. There is no excuse for it, no adequate motive, no justification whatever so far as the boy, Pennington, is concerned.

For March, it is easy to believe, as the jury evidently did believe, that he was actuated by what might be called an insane jealousy of the woman with whom he was living. We are familiar with the lengths to which such jealousy can lead a man. But why Pennington allowed himself to be made the dupe of this jealous man cannot be explained; it is absolutely incomprehensible on any theory that assumes that he is a normal boy of nineteen years.

It was in accordance with this feeling that some one raised the inquiry as to whether the boy was possibly a mental defective. This question having arisen, the writer was asked to examine him and give an opinion as to whether or not he was normal.

Accordingly the examination was made in the Delaware County jail in Media; this showed that the boy had a mentality of about eleven years according to the Binet Scale. He could not do any of the tests for age twelve and failed on some of those in ten and eleven. This indicated an intelligence scarcely up to eleven.

Further examination by other methods, the circumstances of his life, his appearance, and his school history, all tended to corroborate this view. The boy was nineteen years old when he committed the crime; two years before he had left Westtown Boarding School, after an attendance there of two and a half years. When he entered the school, the teachers graded him as of a capacity equivalent to the fifth grade in public school; he, therefore, began sixth-grade work. He never got out of that grade. For two and a half years he studied and tried to pass. He was absolutely unable to do sixth-grade work. Sixth-grade work, it will be remembered, is about the grade for a twelve-year-old normal boy; thus we have a striking agreement between his school experience and his Binet tests. By the Binet test he is eleven; in school he cannot do twelve-year work!

Asked what he had done since he left the school, he said he had done “a good many things.” Asked where he had worked, he said he did not remember all of the places. As a matter of fact, he had had exactly the career that the high-grade imbecile usually has out in the world. He either gets discharged from his positions because of incompetency or he leaves because of his nomadic tendencies. The imbecile rarely stays long in a place if free to move.

In addition to the above, the reader will see many evidences of childishness in his confession. He talks like a child; he alludes to George March as a child would; he says, “He has charge over me”—“He was kind and good to me; he used to take me to Gradyville,” etc. Even Pinkerton gave the money to March to buy shoes for Pennington. Again Pennington says, “George said he was going West and he would take me with him.” One cannot imagine a nineteen-year-old youth, or even a fifteen-year-old, talking in this way. By the time a boy reaches the latter age, he is in his own mind the equal of anybody. He would not say, “George took me.” He would say, “We went.” He would say, “I got along all right with George,” or some other expression whereby he would assert his own manhood and not take the rÔle of a child.

While in jail he showed no realization of the seriousness of his situation; showed no remorse for his deed; took no interest in his case. For example, he was told by his lawyer not to allow himself to be examined by any doctors without sending for his counsel; in spite of this warning he allowed himself to be examined by four physicians at one time and by two at another, and never mentioned the matter to his counsel even after it was done.

In the confession made to the prosecuting attorney one notices, as in the one we have quoted, that he appears simple and innocent; answers the questions often in terms of the questioner instead of by a simple “Yes” or “No,” which would be natural for a normal young man; he is uncertain and hesitates; he says, “I think,” in a great many cases where it was strongly to his advantage to speak positively.

After the deed was committed he took no care to remove the evidence; everything that was done in that connection was done at the suggestion of George March. All the way through this part of the confession it reads—“He led, I followed,” “I did as he told me.”

Having satisfied ourselves that Roland Pennington is a high-grade imbecile, the next question is, even as an imbecile, why did he do this deed.

In the case of Jean Gianini we found that it was for revenge of a fancied wrong, that is, according to his own statement. If not that, it may have been a sexual matter. In this case neither motive applies, and we have only two possible theories. The theory of the state was that it was for robbery. Indeed, Roland himself seems to admit that this was the motive. But this again is only a part of his imbecility. He was given a leading question by the prosecution and was weak-minded enough to say, “Yes.”

As a matter of fact one finds it very hard to get any evidence from the whole situation that he really was lead by cupidity. There is no evidence of any elaborate plans in regard to money, either as to getting it or as to what was to be done with it when he got it. March had talked about a thousand-dollar bill, and asked Pennington how he would like to have “that bunch of money.” Pennington says he does not remember saying anything in reply. This does not look as though it aroused any great emotion in him. Later March said—referring to the money Pinkerton was supposed to have “on him”—“Let’s get it.” Pennington asks, “What do you mean?” He is clearly thinking less of the money than of what he begins to dimly understand they are to do. When he understands that they are to kill him, he says distinctly, “No. I won’t kill him.” Never again is the subject of money mentioned. In all March’s urging him to do the deed he never says, “Remember the money,” or alludes to money in any way.Perhaps we are begging the question. If Pennington were really intelligent and shrewd, he would not say anything in his confession that would supply a motive for the crime. Not only does the whole confession give ample evidence that he was not sufficiently intelligent to protect himself in this way, but the conclusion of the matter shows clearly that it was of practically no importance to him. After the deed, March gave him seven dollars! He said, “I thought there was more.” That is all. He did not insist or complain. He accepted it calmly and without protest. He even proposed to give March half of the four dollars received for the pawned watch. Imagine a nineteen-year-old boy with full consciousness and responsibility killing a man for his money and being so complacent over receiving seven dollars! The theory is not convincing. Even the prosecution, whose whole case depended upon showing a motive, never pretended that Pennington made any stir because the amount was so small.

There is not the slightest evidence, external or internal, that the idea of getting money played any part in Pennington’s share of the crime.

Why then did he consent to begin the matter which George was to finish? It is clearly a case of suggestion. A suggestion, it is true, which never would have worked with a normal nineteen-year-old youth. With this weak-minded boy it is easily understandable. As we study the confession we discover that George March, either consciously or more likely unconsciously, used suggestion most adroitly. Undoubtedly he had learned, through association with Roland for six weeks, that this boy was very simple-minded and easily led. Having reasons of his own for desiring to get rid of Lewis Pinkerton, he first suggests the matter of money, hoping to appeal to Roland’s cupidity. It will be noticed that he nowhere uses the word “murder” or “kill”; even the mild expression, “Make away with him,” he uses only once. When Roland at one time almost takes fright and asks, “Do you mean kill him?” and he admits that he does and Roland says he won’t do that, the older man lulls him to sleep by the suggestion, “Well, you begin and I’ll finish it.”

March tells a story about a blackjack; then he brings the blackjack and gives it to Roland, saying nothing except, “You can do it with that.” Roland is so weak-minded that he takes the blackjack and puts it in his pocket. When the right time comes and the opportunity is near at hand, March stations himself at a convenient place where he will see Roland as he goes back and forth at his work, and for some little time he constantly coaxes and dogs him, pouring into his ears a stream of suggestion such as, “You will have a chance pretty soon”; “Don’t forget”; “Don’t lose your nerve”; “Now you can get him”; “Now nail him.”

It is an interesting little point, possibly only a coincidence but nevertheless a perfectly natural imbecilic association, that the one seemingly original thing that the boy did in connection with the matter was to invent a little trick in regard to the nail in the stall. It is quite likely that even this was suggested by George’s previous expression, “Nail him.”

Even the blow itself does not seem to have been given with normal vigor; having every advantage,—the victim bending over, Roland being behind him and with a blackjack which is capable of thoroughly stunning, if not killing at one blow,—he apparently did not strike with force enough to even produce unconsciousness. His victim was able to talk and to struggle for some minutes, until March, the companion in crime, came up and, as he expressed it, “finished him.”

As to motive, then, we conclude that the defendant had none. He was acting upon the suggestion of George March. Even the poor mind that he had, which under other circumstances might possibly have rebelled at such a suggestion, was lulled to sleep by this man of better intelligence for whom he had been working and who he had learned to think was “good and kind” and on whose judgment he thought he could rely.

Since the Pennington case is typical of the way weak minds work under control of normal minds, it will be worth while to analyze somewhat more fully this idea of suggestion.

How does suggestion work? Why does it indicate a weak mind and how does it affect our ideas of responsibility? Let us see.

We have already seen that Roland Pennington was under the control of another mind; we do not mean that he was actually hypnotized—a nonsensical plea that is sometimes brought into court cases. Roland Pennington was a victim of suggestion. An illustration will make this clear.

If I were to take a city man to a third-rail electric road and ask him to stand on one rail and put his hand on the third rail, he would resist the suggestion, because there would immediately come into his mind visions of himself burned to a crisp or instantly killed. But suppose I take a man who has come from the rural districts and who never heard of third rails. He has lived, let us assume, in my house and worked under my direction a month and has come to regard me as a friend. We have worked together and talked together; I take him out and say, “Touch that third rail.” Will he resist the suggestion? Not at all. Why not? What is the difference between the two men? The first has ideas about third rails. His past experience has filled his mind and memory with thoughts and with knowledge which instantly come to consciousness when I suggest touching the third rail. The other man has no such experience. He has known me long enough to have some faith in me. In fact from the very nature of things he is in the habit of doing what I tell him. I tell him to do this, and he does it.

Coming back to the first case, one perhaps can conceive that the city man and I might come upon the third rail under such conditions that he was not thinking of it. Instead of saying “third rail” to him I might say, “My! that rail is hot” and he would almost instinctively put his hand upon it to verify my remark. If he survived and could talk about it afterwards, he would say, “Of course I ought to have known and did know that was the third rail, but I did not think.” That is the way suggestion works.

To illustrate still further, we may speak of hypnotism itself. All of the wonders that are produced under hypnosis are to be explained in exactly this way. The subject is so nearly asleep that nothing gets into his consciousness except the ideas suggested by the operator. Accordingly he is utterly unable to resist any suggestion that is given him.

Now coming nearer to our problem, children are naturally very suggestible because they have not the experiences, the ideas. One may easily believe that an eleven-year-old child could be induced to touch the third rail. Furthermore, authority plays an enormous rÔle with children. I might take my ten-year-old boy out for a walk. He knows all about third rails and would not touch one. But if I were to say to him, “Son, you can put your hand on this, because there is no current on,” he would probably obey without question, because of his implicit trust in me. That confidence in a superior, either in age, intelligence, or position, is one of the characteristics of immature minds and one of the conditions that makes us all suggestible. In the hypnotic terminology again, this is the being en rapport. The hypnotized subject obeys the operator and no one else because it is the operator with whom he is en rapport—in other words, in whom he has confidence.Now let us come to the situation. It is perfectly clear that Roland Pennington was under strong suggestion and that any vague concepts that he might have had of the wrongfulness of murder or of killing a man were very carefully allayed by the man who had the influence over him and who had the motive for this homicide.

The whole statement shows that Roland recognized George as a superior, as one in authority over him and at the same time as a friend, as one on whose word he could absolutely rely. It is a perfect picture of the child following the man.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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