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The jury which investigated Bill Haywood's objections to fighting condemned him together with about 40 other Wobblies to go to Leavenworth to jail. The Wobblies appealed; when the Grand Jury upheld the verdict against them they were assembled and sent to Leavenworth where most of them are still doing time. But Big Bill Haywood had boarded a boat and sailed to Europe. He did not pay his passage; burly, black with dirt, pathetically tough, Bill Haywood stoked the furnace of the ship that fear had made him board. In Moscow, where he went when he landed, Big Bill Haywood was again a hero for a little while. They put him in charge of a mining enterprise at Kuznetsk, which he managed so badly that it failed. In Russia, Big Bill's vast radicalism seemed faintly conservative; he was a prophet no longer and he became slowly almost without honor. He lived in the Lux hotel with the rest of the important useless exiles from foreign countries; newspaper correspondents brought him U. S. papers or boxes of paprika which he liked and could not buy abroad.
At such times his Russian wife would sit still, puzzled by this talk of fights far away in a land that she did not know. The Russians said they would bury some of his assets in the Kremlin wall. . . . Clarence Darrow said: "I'm glad to hear he is dead ... He was unhappy."