Harry Bridges On Trial

BeginningsJuly 3, 1934: The entrance lights of Eagles' Hall made a misty blur against the dense, black, creeping fog of the San Francisco summer night.It was nearly midnight. Inside the hall the longshoremen were winding up their meeting. The speeches were over. The vote was called for. The chorus of "ayes" rolled out through closed doors, pushed into the ears of a handful of men and women, anxiously waiting in the globule of light on Golden Gate Avenue.The doors opened and the men streamed out. They showed the strain of sleepless nights, of worry and fear, of personal tragedy and even of hunger. Here and there was a tiny white island in the sea of heads-a fresh bandage around a skull that had that day encountered a blunt instrument.But in spite of cracked heads, bloodshot eyes and seamed faces, the men came out on the alert. They were angry, but with a proud and sober anger that carried with it an unconscious but obvious sense of discipline.They were not young, for the moTable of Cont