Like too many tragedies, this story begins with love. A man loved a woman. The woman he loved stopped loving him back. And the woman had to die.
The man was Charles Ernest Lafayette Henderson. He was thirty-four years old and a veteran of the Spanish-American War. He was born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina, to a formerly enslaved couple who prioritized faith and education for their children. The United States census taker labeled the family as “mulatto.”
The woman was Kansas City native Ida McCormack, who was twenty-four years old and according to the Duluth News-Tribune, “an exceptionally pretty colored girl, quite stylish in dress.”
According to Henderson, they met in Chicago in 1901. “It was a case of love at first sight,” he later testified, and “both of us were overcome by our passion” which “led to an immoral life.” Soon, Ida became pregnant, and Henderson sought to save her “from disgrace” by marrying her. She refused because, as it turned out, she was already married to someone else—her second husband, Dan McCormack.
This small obstacle didn’t stop Henderson, however, and he said she agreed to take his name and live with him as his wife. Sadly, their baby died after only three weeks of life, and the shame of community scrutiny and possibly having their pretend marriage found out drove Henderson to Duluth in search of work and a fresh start.
Henderson came north in the spring of 1902 at the encouragement of a friend named William Dawson, who worked at the Spalding Hotel. Henderson was in the Zenith City for nearly a month, writing Ida every day, when she wrote him that she “would not stay in Chicago another day and wanted to come to Duluth.” Henderson got an advance on his pay and sent for her. His friend Dawson gave up his rooms at 721½ West Superior Street to them for a place to set up house.
Henderson later told the court, “From the moment she came it seemed that a dark cloud hovered over us.” Dawson appeared to show a great deal of interest in Ida, once asking her to dine with him, while Henderson waited on them in the dining room at the Spalding.
When Henderson returned home that night, Ida was not waiting for him. When he finally went to look for her, he met her on the street. She claimed to have been visiting a female friend. Henderson thought this “peculiar.” Another time, he said he came home and heard noises inside as if somebody was getting dressed very quickly. Repeatedly, Dawson and McCormack denied that they were having an affair.
Henderson claimed to have been “very good to her,” giving McCormack “every cent” and working all the time. Within a few weeks, Henderson sank into a depression and began to drink too much. He said, “On going out to work in the morning, she wouldn’t kiss me, saying she didn’t feel like kissing anybody that morning. It was all driving me crazy.”
According to witnesses, they quarreled often, and Henderson physically abused McCormack, once throwing her onto a bed and choking her. After this incident she fled to Minneapolis in fear for her life. Some days later he ran into her on a Duluth street. She would not look at him or greet him. This infuriated him.
When Henderson couldn’t discover where McCormack was staying, he went to the police, telling them he needed to find his wife. Denied help there, he hired a private detective. Eventually he found that she had rented rooms at 119 West First Street. On June 21, McCormack went to the police, saying that Henderson was harassing her and threatening to kill her. Duluth police chief Chauncy Troyer advised her to swear out a warrant, but since it was late Saturday afternoon, she ought to wait until Monday.
Within ninety minutes, Ida McCormack was dead.
The same afternoon McCormack went to the police, Henderson went to her rooming house. Finding she wasn’t home, he broke into her room and hid in her closet. McCormack came in, joined a few moments later by her closest friend, Winifred Rivers. While Henderson listened, Ida told Rivers about how she had visited the police, and was going to get a warrant for Henderson’s arrest for “tormenting her, chasing her and threatening her; and that [he] had no right to do so, for [he] was not married to her—simply a man with whom she had gone considerable, and to whom she was only engaged.”
She showed Rivers a letter she was going to send to Dawson through a friend of his. At this, Henderson sprang from the closet, armed with a four-inch pocket knife, and snatched the letter. McCormack grabbed it back and threw it out the window, and tried to run away through a side door. Before she could open it, Henderson slashed at her with the knife.
Screaming with fear and pain, McCormack fled through the occupied rooming house, with Henderson in close pursuit, stabbing her at every opportunity. Desperately pulling at locked doors in the hallway, she finally got into another woman’s flat, where the woman tried to close the door on Henderson. She failed, and the enraged murderer pushed into the room, flailing out at the other women inside, one with a babe in arms.
To the witnesses’ horror, Henderson caught McCormack and slashed her throat from ear to ear. Blood spurting everywhere, she fell to the floor. Terrorized, Rivers jumped from a second story window onto a nearby shed and ran away down the alley.
Henderson, still holding the knife, stumbled out onto the street. A policeman had been summoned and was approaching the rooming house. When Henderson saw the officer, he threw the knife down and continued walking toward him. According to the officer’s later testimony, “Henderson made no resistance, and as there was talk of lynching, the officer locked him in the patrol box to await the coming of the police wagon.”