Boomers & Sooners, Part Three ~ Who's Your Daddy? Why, It's David L. Payne!

Serious Teacher

If you’ve ever been a teacher, you may have experienced a moment like this:

One of your darlings is off-task and taking others down with her. After a few verbal redirections, you tell her to move to a seat further from her audience – probably near your desk.

“No no no no no! I’ll stop! I’ll stop! Just one more chance! One more chance!”

“Those chances have passed, anonymous sample child – let’s go. Come on.” You motion firmly, but with style.

“Pleeeease?! Look – I’m working!” She waves a piece of paper around vigorously, believing this irrefutable evidence of focus and commitment. I’ve always found that part weird. 

You are firm, but not angry. “C’mon. NOW.” You tap the destination desk a few times for emphasis.

At the first sign of acquiescence, you continue whatever you were doing, and efficiently guide the class back on track. It may be several minutes before you notice she hasn’t actually moved.

“Child’s Name. Seriously. Over. Here.” Motion motion motion.

Begging Girl“I’m not talking anymore! I can’t see over there! I’m being good! Just one more chance and if I mess up, you can move me! Please?!?!?? Pleeeeaaaaassssseeeee??!?!?!!!???”

Because you are a master of classroom management, you overcome this distraction yet again, and this time you wait until she’s physically moving before you once again guide the rest of the room back into the edu-zone. Now the learning can happen!

A few moments later you realize she’s moved exactly one desk over. If you’re lucky, it’s at least a diagonal move, which you COULD count as two desks. 


At this point you have two choices. (1) Give up on having class in order to kill this child dead in front of God and everyone as a warning to others, or (2) pretend this was exactly what you intended all along, or at least an acceptable compromise. “OK. Good! Now stay put!” Firm gaze, hint of wry smile so they know your scolding isn’t personal and you’re still the cool teacher they secretly adore. 

Grand RushThe issue is not bold defiance or soft incompetence. It’s a calculated risk on the part of the student – who knows you. She’s betting you won’t go nuclear on her – no referrals, no yelling, no hurling heavy objects. She’s ready at any point to back down and comply – at least until your attention has shifted. She’s also sure you have things you’d rather be doing than power struggle with her, and that you don’t actually dislike her – even if she is making you crazy at the moment. 

She ends up sitting pretty close to where she began. Even if she moves today – all the way to that desk next to yours – tomorrow she’ll come in and sit where she started, waiting to see if you say anything and begin the struggle anew. 

That’s the ‘Boomer’ movement. That’s David L. Payne.

Like many who make history, David L. Payne had an unwavering conviction that he was right.  That sort of bold confidence can be rather irritating, but it’s typical of those who inspire others to follow them. 

In Payne’s case, the question wasn’t always who’d follow so much as who could keep up. A hunter, scout, politician, and businessman, he was certainly never at a loss for things to do. Then again, he doesn’t seem to have stayed in the same place for more than a few years at a time… so there’s that. 

Payne SuaveHe had a common-law wife and a son who was, by definition, “out-of-wedlock.” He volunteered to fight for the Union as soon as the war broke out, then stayed in the army to help ‘civilize’ the Great Plains after. He fought under Custer and knew Kit Carson and Wild Bill Hickok. 

He had a reputation for ‘understanding’ the ‘Indian character’, which seems to have meant he was pretty good at the ‘killing them’ part. Fortunately for him, this kind of thing was in great demand in the decades following the Civil War. 

Oh – and he was tall. 6’4” or thereabouts. 

Why all the background? Because he’s my daddy - and yours too, if you’re an Okie. Don’t be ashamed! Own your statehood! I mean, come on – it’s not like you’re from Florida or something.

After Charles Carpenter bailed on the young ‘boomer’ movement, Payne stepped up in a big way. He sold theoretical claims to plots in the Unassigned Lands and talked up efforts to move in and truly settle the area. Unlike Carpenter, he actually accompanied most of the forays into Indian Territory (I.T.), taking on the same risks and hardships as those who followed him.

Boomer CampHe was removed by the U.S. Army, but he went in again. He was removed again, then went in again. Removed, return, removed, return, removed, return, removed…

You may notice a pattern.

Notable was the lack of meaningful consequences for these repeated violations. He was threatened, and eventually fined (he didn’t pay it), but he wasn’t locked up. He wasn’t killed. He was just… removed.

And then he returned.

Payne's PretextsHe KNEW the U.S. Army didn’t actually want to shoot anyone over this land. He was betting they wouldn’t even actually imprison him – or anyone else – for any length of time. Not for THIS. 

What they WERE willing to do was march his party back home time and again, often by long, dry routes, on foot, with limited food or water. What they WERE willing to do was embarrass or frighten them. 

Ironically, the most humiliating removals were those handled by Buffalo Soldiers – black units organized in the west primarily as ‘Indian Fighters’. While typically more professional and better behaved than their white peers, the idea of hungry white homesteaders being escorted off of red land by black soldiers was particularly difficult for many to bear. 

Ejecting an Oklahoma BoomerAnd then he returned.

Payne had dealt with the law and government and the military before. At any given moment, he was willing to comply. They had the guns and the authority, but he had unlimited time and patience. And – this part is key, so pay attention – he believed he was entirely right.

It wasn’t simply that he thought he could ‘get away with it’, although he did. It wasn’t just that the Boomers he organized and spawned really truly needed this land, although in their minds they did. He believed without reservation that these lands were public lands, and should be opened to white settlement – enough to want to force the issue.

Payne wanted a trial to determine whether or not the Unassigned Lands were still reserved for unspecified ‘Indian’ use, or should be thrown open to white settlement on the same terms as other lands in the west. 

David L. PaynePayne believed.

He may have been wrong. Stubborn. Annoying. Tall. But whatever else he was, Payne acted with the firm conviction that if he WERE breaking the law, the law NEEDED to be broken in order for constitutional mechanics to engage and his actions to be vindicated – not only for himself and his subscribers, but for the greater American good.

This, in my mind, sets the Boomers apart in an essential way from the Sooners with whom they are so unjustly joined in commemorative song. I’m not vindicating the Boomers, but I am suggesting that – at least at the leadership level – they acted in accordance to their understanding of our foundational ideals and constitutional law. They believed they were in the RIGHT, and stood stubbornly by this until vindicated.

The Sooners, on the other hand… Hmph.

David L. Payne died at breakfast on November 28th, 1884. Nearly five years later, on April 22, 1889, the first of the infamous Oklahoma Land Runs began opening up the Unassigned Lands to white settlement. This time the settlers were allowed to stay.


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