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Griffith J. Griffith




1850 - 1919

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Griffith J. Griffith
1850 - 1919

Biography
If you live in the Los Angeles area, there is a high probability that you know him – if not by name, then by deed. Passing through the Los Feliz section of L.A., it is hard not to encounter Griffith Park. The man who donated the land for the namesake park, Griffith Jenkins Griffith, remains a most curious figure in the history of the City of Angels. But the “Colonel” (evidence suggests the only military title he ever held was Major of Riflery Practice with the California National Guard) was a complicated man. He had towering virtues and cavernous faults.

Born in 1850, he arrived in New York in 1866, as a teenage Welsh immigrant without money, education, or a stable family. He quickly found an elderly couple to take him in, exchanging his labor for room, board and a chance to attend a nearby public school.

In his 20s, his career quickly took shape. He began as a reporter covering mines for a San Francisco newspaper. He parlayed this position into a much more lucrative side business, preparing confidential mining reports for the nation's richest men. He invested the windfall into mining operations, sometimes losing money, but more often turning large profits. By 1882 he was rich, and he wanted everybody in his new home, Los Angeles, to know it.

"He was a sensation," wrote a reporter who knew Griffith. "The young women promenading under the hospitable wooden awning of the Baker Block stopped and stared at the Colonel. He wore the longest of long cream-colored overcoats in an age when overcoats usually came to the heels, and he carried a gold-headed cane and wore moss agate cuff buttons, big round ones."

Inevitably, the Colonel's personality began to grate on some people's nerves. One acquaintance described him as "a midget egomaniac." Another wrote that he "was a roly-poly, pompous little fellow" who "had an exaggerated strut like a turkey gobbler."

In the meantime, the Colonel retained his Midas touch. He bought the Rancho Los Feliz in 1882 – and then sold some of its water rights to the city two years later, recouping his investment. Then, along with other big property holders, he made enormous profits from rampant, feverish land speculation that peaked in 1886-87. To further the active real estate market, the Los Angeles newspapers of December 17, 1896 had this to say: "Griffith J. Griffith is the most talked-of man in Los Angeles today. His princely gift to the city yesterday at a special Council meeting is one of the most notable events in the city's history. The only condition on which he presented more than 3000 acres to the city is that the land shall be used perpetually as a public park." As those who drive along Los Feliz Boulevard on a daily basis can attest, his condition stood. To top it all off, he married into money as well.

Christina Mesmer wasn't just rich, she was also dignified and respected. Their marriage was somewhat of a social sensation, and even the proposal turned heads: One account claims the Colonel hired a hack writer to compose a love poem and then had it published in a local newspaper, but only after protracted negotiations over the advertising rate.

They remained married for 16 years. Then, in 1903, things went tragically wrong. Although the Colonel was richer and more powerful than ever, he was also terribly nervous and edgy, his wife later testified. He compulsively bit his nails, his manicurist said. And he was a sneak drinker, his lawyer said, privately putting away two quarts of whiskey a day while publicly aligning himself with the city's strong temperance movement.

In August 1903, the Griffiths went to the Arcadia Hotel in Santa Monica. Christina Griffith hoped a month in the Presidential Suite overlooking the Palisades would help her husband unwind. But the Colonel's strange behavior intensified. Waitresses said he switched his food and drink with his wife's. You never know if someone's trying to poison you, he would reason. They chalked it up to a strange sense of humor.

But the last day of the Griffiths' vacation was about as unfunny as things get. Christina Griffith was addressing a few last postcards and beginning to gather her things. Her husband entered the room with a prayer book in one hand and a revolver in the other. Unfortunately, he handed her the prayer book.

She was on her knees when the Colonel aimed and fired. Christina Griffith jerked her head at the last minute. That saved her life. She hurled herself out a window, landed on an awning below, and crawled to safety through another window. One author who attended Col. Griffith's trial called Christina Griffith "the society wife who wouldn't die."

The shooting left Christina Griffith disfigured and blind in one eye. His trial was spectacular and ghastly. Special prosecutors, led by an ex-governor, were called in. The defense was based around a novel idea: alcoholic insanity. Earl Rogers, the Colonel's attorney, argued that heavy and steady consumption of alcohol had transformed religious friction in the Griffiths' marriage – he was Protestant, she was Catholic, and they were both devout – into bizarre murderous delusions.

The defense succeeded. Griffith J. Griffith was sentenced to two years in prison, with the stipulation that he be treated for his alcoholic insanity. Whatever it was that snapped in the Colonel in 1903 apparently snapped back while he was in prison. From his cell at San Quentin, he asked that he not be given any special treatment. He passed up an opportunity to work in the prison library; instead, he made burlap sacks in the jute mill alongside humbler prisoners. He refused parole as well. One of his few remaining friends, a judge, said the Colonel wanted to pay his debt to society as fully as possible.

When he got out of prison, the Colonel had little – other than the park land he had donated to the city in 1896 – to tie him to Los Angeles. Most people around town still hated him and most of the others thought he was crazy. He was divorced. His only child was independent. And he was still rich. But he returned to Los Angeles and stayed for the remaining 13 years of his life. Sources say he was quieter and less pompous. He lectured on prison reform, advocating rehabilitation over punishment. And he persistently worked at improving his park.

In 1912 he offered the city $100,000 to build a popular observatory atop Mt. Hollywood (formerly Mt. Griffith, it had been renamed while he was in prison); Griffith became smitten by astronomy after looking through telescopes on nearby Mount Wilson. In his letter to the mayor and city council, the Colonel waxed expansively about opening up the heavens to the common people, inspiring, educating and uplifting them. "Ambition," he wrote, "must have broad spaces and mighty distances."

If someone else had made the offer, the city might have jumped at it. But, as things stood, the city council jumped the other way, flatly refusing the money. Wrote one prominent citizen in a letter published on the front page of a local newspaper, “On behalf of the rising generation of girls and boys we protest against the acceptance of this bribe . . . This community is neither so poor nor so lost to sense of public decency that it can afford to accept this money.”

The Colonel, however, pressed on. In 1913 he offered $50,000 to build a Greek Theater. That project also ground to a standstill. At one point the Park Commission brought suit to force the Colonel to stop preparations for construction. The Colonel responded by setting up a trust fund to provide money for building the two facilities he had promised after he was gone.

Griffith Jenkins Griffith died on July 6, 1919. Millions have enjoyed Griffith Park during the nearly 115 years since Col. Griffith donated it to the city. The Greek Theatre has stood for 80 years, the Observatory for almost 80.

This man was most curious. He donated over 3000 acres of land to his adopted hometown, then built a planetarium and an open-air theatre alongside. He enraged peers with long years of insufferable pomposity. He shot his well-regarded high-society wife in a paranoid delusion that she was in league with the Pope to poison him and steal his money. Strange to think that this is one man – however, it was Griffith J. Griffith, and his influence remains with Southern California residents and tourists, and will … forever.