American Experience (1988–…): Season 16, Episode 9 - Golden Gate Bridge - full transcript
For years, San Franciscans
had watched it rise miraculously
in their midst.
Now the longest suspension
bridge in the world
was finally complete.
On May 27, 1937, Opening Day,
200,000 admirers greeted
their marvelous new icon with a
spontaneous burst of theatrics.
Wedging our way through
that crowd, we hiked the bridge,
and there was 200,002 people...
My dad and myself...
Crowded onto this bridge.
At that moment, they could
forget the bridge had been built
in the harshest of conditions
by a cantankerous chief engineer
who lacked
an engineering degree.
But he was a... sort of
a runty man, a short man,
and he had the reputation,
I'm afraid, of being feisty
and conceited,
I guess is the word,
which you need to be
to even conceive
of building this bridge,
because it had been said
to be impossible.
From the start, the plan for a
bridge across San Francisco Bay
was wildly ambitious.
Above perilous waters,
the bridge would be hammered
into reality
by men desperate for work
during a terrible depression.
There was a lot of people
wanting to get on that job.
And when they were asked, "Have
you ever been an ironworker?"
"Yeah, I was born an ironworker.
I've been an ironworker
all my life."
The country needed confidence.
The whole aesthetic of a bridge
is confidence.
It's the conquest of space.
In the hardest of times,
an unlikely team would erect
one of the most beautiful
structures ever built...
An enduring symbol
of American ingenuity.
The Golden Gate Bridge is
a fusion of perfections.
It's a perfection
of engineering;
it's a perfection
of social statement;
it's a perfection of art.
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In June 1921, a 51-year-old
bridge builder from Chicago
arrived in San Francisco
to deliver plans
for the project of his dreams.
Joseph Strauss made his living
building ordinary drawbridges,
but he was
a relentless dreamer...
A man determined
to be remembered
for something much bigger.
Now Strauss had conceived plans
for what he considered
the most daring bridge ever.
His chosen site fronted
the turbulent waters
of the Pacific Ocean
at the mouth of one
of the world's great harbors.
San Francisco's Golden Gate
was a treacherous spot,
the likes of which
no bridge builder
had ever attempted to span.
Little did San Francisco's
city engineer realize
he was dealing with a man
who had once proposed bridging
the Bering Strait.
There is an archetypal
American kind of personality
who comes to fruition mythically
in The Wizard of Oz
behind the curtain.
And that's the promoter,
the P.T. Barnum, the visionary,
the man who is
constantly dreaming dreams
and promoting big projects.
And Joseph Strauss was
that kind of person.
Strauss arrived
at an opportune moment.
Though his plans would languish
in the city bureaucracy
for another 18 months,
San Franciscans would
soon understand
that they held the key
to the city's future.
Sitting at the tip
of a peninsula,
surrounded on three sides
by water,
San Francisco was bottled up,
its expansion stunted
by geography.
1920, the federal census
revealed the city's growth rate
had dipped below
the national average.
Even worse,
San Francisco had fallen
behind its rival to the south.
With plenty of land,
Los Angeles was booming.
San Francisco's future would
depend on its ability to link
with the underpopulated counties
of Northern California,
which stretched more than
300 miles to the Oregon border.
San Franciscans were beginning
to realize
that there was a vast
northern and interior empire
that had to be integrated
into the San Francisco economy
and transportation
and travel network
for San Francisco
truly to survive.
It had already exploited
as much of this bay area
hinterland as it could.
San Francisco Bay separated
two worlds:
one, urban and congested;
the other, rural and wide open.
Sausalito and Marin County was
a rural and pastoral county...
Dairy ranches, chicken ranches,
that kind of thing...
All the way extending
up the coast.
It was also the area
that you went for amusement.
You'd go over there
on the weekends to...
to go to the outdoors,
to the park,
to amusement centers,
to enjoy the beaches.
It was the playground
of San Francisco.
And coming back on Sunday night
could be quite
a long line of cars
waiting to come back
to San Francisco.
My brother Bill, Bill Dillon,
was a traffic cop
for the Golden Gate ferries.
And his job was,
with other officers,
to keep the traffic
from jamming the little town.
They piled themselves up
on that one main street,
Water Street,
all the way to the north edge
of town and beyond.
Over time, the weekend crush
became a daily one.
By the 1920s,
50,000 commuters a week
surged through San Francisco's
Ferry Building.
Many came from the East Bay,
but increasingly from
the counties to the north.
It would take more than ferries
to accommodate
the growing traffic
between San Francisco
and its outlying counties.
The 1920s is the decade
of the automobile.
San Francisco knew
that it had to push forward,
via the automobile,
to its hinterlands,
and that meant a bridge.
In 1922, Joseph Strauss crossed
the Gate by ferry
and set out
on a road trip north.
The first stop on his
self-orchestrated campaign
was Sausalito's city council.
A bridge would boost
property values,
he told a curious audience,
encourage development
and invite tourism.
In short,
the day a bridge opened,
anyone who owned property
in Marin County
would automatically be wealthy.
It was a performance
Strauss would repeat
before countless
civic organizations
and public meetings
in communities
throughout Northern California.
This bridge needed a promoter,
it needed a champion,
someone willing to work
half their life, almost,
probably to
his own financial detriment,
promoting this bridge
and making it happen.
"If the people of San Francisco
and other communities
are willing to spend the money,"
Strauss told
the San Francisco Chronicle,
"the Golden Gate could
be bridged by 1927."
To build his bridge,
Strauss would have to overcome
a formidable environment.
Northern California's rivers,
fed by the heavy snows of the
Sierras, have only one outlet.
The mountain water flows
into San Francisco Bay
and then toward the mile-wide
gap called the Golden Gate.
At the gate, it collides head on
with the incoming force
of the Pacific Ocean.
What you see is the collision
of natural forces...
Freshwater and salt.
All of the Pacific Ocean
that hits the California coast
is looking for a place to go.
It has one place, and that's
the mile-and-a-quarter aperture
between Fort Point
and Lime Point,
between Marin and San Francisco.
If you go out
to the bridge site,
you can see the waves crashing
over the south shore.
Those waves are only
the surface manifestation
of a big energy pump
underneath the water.
On top of that, you have
really terrible weather...
Cold, wind... it's slick.
If you say,
"Well, what an ideal site
for building a bridge,"
it isn't.
But Strauss saw only
a magnificent challenge.
Strauss is, by temperament,
a dreamer, a mystic,
a visionary.
When he was at
the University of Cincinnati
and he tried out
for the football team
and he was hurt
and he had to recover,
he could watch
from his infirmary window
the construction
of the Covington Bridge
across the Ohio River
into Kentucky.
And as he watched that bridge
under construction,
the dream of great bridges
possessed him
as his life's work.
Despite his great ambitions,
Strauss had built his career
stamping out
mundane, functional bridges.
Strauss was a remarkably
prolific designer
of movable bridges that were
built across inland rivers
all over the Americas.
These bridges are
bascule bridges.
"Bascule" is really a short name
for a bridge that opens
like this, or like this.
He was the drawbridge king.
He was the guy who built these
bridges, these pattern bridges
all over the world.
Of the 400 bridges
that the Strauss firm built
during its existence,
390 of them at least were these
little pattern drawbridges.
Strauss found inventive ways
to draw attention to his work.
For San Francisco's
1915 Exposition,
he converted a bascule design
into an amusement ride
that offered a spinning view
of the city's skyline.
It was fun, but hardly
a feat of engineering.
The plans Strauss delivered
for a bridge at the Golden Gate
similarly called for a bascule
design of huge proportions.
It was functional, affordable,
and looked, to one critic,
like "an upside-down rat trap."
This bridge really looks like
a bascule bridge on steroids,
with the lift span in the middle
replaced with
a cable-supported span.
Most people, myself included,
think that it was very ugly...
To the point of hideous.
Joseph Strauss was not much
of an engineer;
he was a great visionary.
And his initial draft
of the Golden Gate Bridge
was awkward and clumsy,
and if by any impossible chance
it had been built,
it would have been
a catastrophe today.
There'd be a movement
to tear it down.
Four years after delivering
his plans,
Joseph Strauss moved
from Chicago
to San Francisco's Palace Hotel.
He had come to pursue his dream
full time,
and that meant convincing
Californians to pay for it.
Strauss lobbied
the Northern California counties
to join a bridge district
that would issue bonds
to raise the $35 million
a bridge would cost.
With little state or federal
interest in the project,
local citizens
would have to put up
their own homes
and businesses as collateral.
In the end,
five northern counties agreed
to join the bridge district.
I don't really know exactly
how Strauss did pull it off.
Marin County was
lightly populated,
and Sonoma and Napa and
Mendocino had very few people.
And Del Norte County had
no people, you might say.
And yet these rather
impoverished counties
got together to hock
their homes and their ranches
for a bond issue in 1930.
In San Francisco itself,
Strauss encountered
unexpected resistance.
When the idea returned
to the board of supervisors,
it got stalled.
So Strauss hired
a man named Doc Meyers,
who was a political fixer,
and bribed one of the members
of the San Francisco
Board of Supervisors
named Warren Shannon.
Shannon became the bagman.
He would come
to the Strauss offices
and be given sealed envelopes
with a $100 bill in each one,
which he either kept for himself
or distributed
to the necessary supervisors
to bring them onboard.
His secretary told me
that every month someone would
show up and pick up a paper sack
with $400 in it.
Well, $400 in those days was
the equivalent
of about $2,000 today.
Magically, San Francisco's
resistance evaporated,
and Strauss looked forward
to being named chief engineer.
But the newly appointed bridge
board questioned his design
and started considering
other candidates
with far more experience.
Determined not to let the job
slip away,
Strauss agreed to retain his
two chief rivals as consultants,
cut his own fee nearly in half,
and even scrap
his own bridge design.
Strauss did insist on one thing:
that he be credited as the
engineer who designed and built
the Golden Gate Bridge.
The man most pleased
with the need to start over
was Strauss's deputy,
Charles Ellis,
whose job it would be
to calculate
and draw up the new plans.
A meticulous intellectual,
Ellis was in every way
Strauss's opposite.
He'd studied Greek classics
and was a distinguished
professor of engineering
before joining Strauss's
Chicago office at age 54.
Charles Ellis always wore
his black suit.
He had on this white shirt,
starched collar,
and his little tie,
and when you looked at him,
he just looked precise
with the way he dressed.
That was the whole image
that he presented.
Unlike Strauss, Ellis's ambition
lay not in the glory of fame,
but in the pure challenge
of calculating
every engineering detail.
The bridge is like
a gigantic math problem,
and he had the mathematical
skills to implement it.
This was, in effect,
10½ volumes of precomputer
higher mathematics,
done by one man,
using a circular slide rule
and a hand-cranked
adding machine.
He was coming up
with some calculations
that there were
35 unknown units in it.
And the only way you can do it
is to solve all these equations
together,
to try to find out what
some of these unknowns are.
And then, eventually,
you'll get down to where
you got one more unknown
to solve for,
and you find that, and so then
you're home scot-free.
Ellis's calculations worked out
the practical details
of a radical design
for a suspension bridge
that had been broadly conceived
by Leon Moisseiff.
Moisseiff, a leading
bridge designer,
had developed
a revolutionary theory
that allowed for
an unusually graceful main span.
It would stretch 4,200 feet...
Longer than any yet built.
Unlike the famous
Brooklyn Bridge
with its stout towers
and rigid elements,
the Golden Gate would be
so flexible
as to bow out sideways 27 feet
in a strong wind.
Moisseiff was an artist,
and he approached this the way
a poet approaches language.
Much of it is intuitive.
It came as what the French call
a coup de foudre,
a lightning flash.
Moisseiff believed that up to
half the stress caused by winds
could be absorbed
in a suspension bridge
by the bridge cables
and suspender ropes
and transmitted to the bridge
towers and abutment.
So if a bridge were designed
to bend and sway
with the winds and flex,
the suspended structure...
The roadbed...
Would act as a counterweight
and restore the bridge
to equilibrium.
Moisseiff and Ellis
struggled to see
how far they could push
the limits of theory
and still end up
with a bridge that would stand.
With Ellis in Chicago
and Moisseiff in New York,
the telegram traffic
between them was thick.
"What do you consider maximum
allowable deflection side span?"
Chicago would ask.
"Deflection side span 6,000,"
New York would answer.
Strauss was growing impatient.
The bridge board still hadn't
seen plans for its bridge,
and Strauss put pressure on
Ellis to deliver by June 1930.
Strauss did not understand
the complexity of what Ellis
was doing and how long it took.
Strauss even accused him
of spending too much money.
Well, when you're talking
about a structure
that has never been built
in the world,
something that is earthshaking
in the engineering field,
you don't hurry,
you do it right.
There's only one way.
The light and color
of San Francisco Bay
and the Marin Headlands
had long fascinated
an obscure local architect
named Irving Foster Morrow.
Morrow, who usually
designed houses,
had never before worked
on anything
approaching the scale
of the bridge.
Irving Morrow was
scarcely known,
and Strauss hired him, I think,
because he thought
he could master him.
Morrow's imaginings
of bridge towers with stunning
Art Deco detail
first began to take form
in charcoal on paper.
His architectural instincts
were matched
by an uncanny ability to handle
the prickly chief engineer.
Morrow, through just
the most deft resistance
to Strauss's ideas,
gradually persuaded him
to see the drama of the bridge.
Strauss himself had
the stupidest ideas
of what a bridge could
look like.
And, you know, he thought
you'd paint them black, too,
so they wouldn't show dirt.
Well, this isn't Chicago.
The open spaces that, again,
were in the original
architectural treatment
were turned by Morrow into these
giant portals framing the sky.
And he had this signature
vertical fluting
that he used in some of his
residential architecture
that he incorporated
into the bridge.
The bridge catches the light
and changes with the sun
as the sun moves throughout
the day and around the year.
By incorporating light
into the bridge,
Morrow had turned it
into a sculpture.
Later, Morrow would turn his
attention to the bridge's color.
He tested different
paint formulas,
exposing metal panels to
the salty weather of the Gate.
The choices came down
to carbon black, steel gray
and Morrow's personal favorite,
a mixture he called
"international orange."
There were differences
of opinion.
The Navy felt
it should be painted
with yellow and black stripes,
for visibility.
They were still thinking
of ordinary bridges.
Morrow pursued the issue
with Strauss
until the chief engineer
finally gave in.
Like Charles Ellis,
he succeeded by quietly working
around Strauss.
For Charles Ellis and
Irving Morrow to have worked
for Joseph Strauss
was probably bad news
and good news.
The bad news was,
they worked for a commanding ego
who wanted the credit.
The good news was
that they somehow worked for a
commanding ego who saw in them...
Neither of whom had
national reputations...
The ability to achieve
something spectacular
and who empowered them
to that achievement.
On August 27, 1930,
two months behind schedule,
Joseph Strauss delivered
his much anticipated report
to the board of directors.
At 285 pages,
it was intended to answer
the board's every question.
As a finishing touch,
Strauss had added
to his own credentials a "C.E.,"
or graduate
certificate of engineering,
a degree he never received.
Charles Ellis, who had done
most of the design work,
was listed merely as Strauss's
chief assistant on the project,
despite his signature as
the preparer of every drawing.
Yet it was soon clear
to members of the bridge board
who had done the work.
While he was in San Francisco,
people of the bridge commission,
their engineers,
kept talking to Ellis.
They would ask him questions
on technical things.
That started the distance
between Ellis and Strauss.
Strauss ordered Ellis back
to Chicago to finish his work.
But Ellis continued to obsess
over the towers.
Strauss kept urging Ellis
to get on and finish the job,
turn it over to somebody else,
get on with something else.
Ellis felt he couldn't do that
since his signature was
on the plans...
That they had to be precisely
accurate and guaranteed.
Believing more labor spent
on the towers
was a waste of time and money,
Strauss decided
to replace Ellis.
First, he ordered Ellis
to take a vacation.
Three days before
his scheduled return,
Strauss told him
not to bother coming back.
Strauss fired Ellis, I believe,
because there was
a certain deep insecurity
in Mr. Strauss's makeup.
Work that Charles Ellis did was
attributed to Strauss.
Charles Ellis's role
as the designing engineer
of the Golden Gate Bridge
disappeared from general view.
In November 1930, San Francisco,
like the rest of the nation,
was sliding into
the Great Depression.
It was a difficult moment
to ask voters to underwrite
a major construction project,
but that's exactly what
the bridge board was proposing.
With the financial risks
evident,
the opposition came out
in full force.
Shippers were opposed
to the idea of the bridge;
they thought it would
get in the way of shipping.
The War Department was opposed
to the bridge;
it thought that the bridge
could collapse in wartime
and block
the San Francisco Harbor.
The Sierra Club was opposed
to the bridge
on an environmental basis.
And, of course,
the Southern Pacific,
a rather successful
ferry system,
was opposed to the bridge
because it was going to cut
into its business.
Naysayers were quickly dubbed
"the old guard,"
intent on tearing down
the bay area's future.
With the promise of new jobs,
voters approved the bonds
by a three-to-one margin.
But the victory would be hollow
if the bonds couldn't be sold.
No bond house, no bank
would take the bridge bonds.
By the fall of 1932,
they were desperate once again.
By 1932 few civic leaders
were projecting confidence,
except for one.
A.P. Giannini, a first-
generation Italian-American,
had graduated from his family's
produce business to start a bank
that grew to become
the Bank of America.
Giannini tackled
the Great Depression head on
with slogans like
"back to good times"
and "California
can lead the nation."
Desperate to find a buyer
for the bridge bonds,
Joseph Strauss decided to pay
the banker a personal visit.
Strauss and the directors went
to the offices of A.P. Giannini,
and they told him,
"Nobody will lend us money.
"If we can't get a loan
to start construction,
we're out of business."
Giannini thought for a moment
and then he said,
"We need the bridge.
We'll take the bonds."
Giannini asked
how long the bridge might last.
Without hesitation
Strauss replied, "Forever."
Construction began
in January 1933
with the excavation of
3.25 million cubic feet of dirt
to accommodate
the bridge's massive anchorages,
one on each side of the Gate.
12 stories high, the anchorages
had to be strong enough
to secure 63 million pounds...
Twice the pull
of the bridge's main cables.
By the hundred,
men were hired on
to do the dirty,
backbreaking labor
of working cement by hand.
Word spread fast that there were
jobs to be had
building a bridge
in San Francisco.
Obviously there's not
that many ironworker bridgemen
that live
in downtown San Francisco,
so a lot of these people
were boomers from Chicago
and New York
and, you know, other places.
It was all handled through
the Ironworkers Local 377.
No matter where you came from,
you had to clear
through the local.
So in order
to be a local person,
you bought addresses
and Social Security numbers
from people that were local.
The bridge became a magnet
for young men kicking around
the West looking for work,
like 25-year-old Slim Lambert.
My dad had been
a cowboy, stevedore,
worked in a brick factory,
done some lumberjacking.
One day they're walking down
the Embarcadero,
trying to figure out
their next move,
and a fellow comes out
of a construction office
along the side of the road
and says,
"Are you boys ironworkers?"
There was a lot of people
wanted to get on that job.
And when they were asked,
"Listen, have you ever been
an ironworker?"
"Yeah, I was born an ironworker.
I've been an ironworker
all my life."
There were very few jobs
in those days,
and the best were the ones
that got the jobs.
And there was always somebody
waiting at the base of the tower
for someone to fall off
so they'd get a job.
They were farm boys and clerks
and taxicab drivers
and things like that
who became high steelmen.
So they were my
heroes en masse...
These guys that I'd see
from the ferry boat...
Teetering along on a girder
up there in space.
The towers would
each be supported
by a concrete foundation.
Built at shore's edge,
the Marin foundation
was finished ahead of schedule.
The San Francisco side
was another story.
The south tower of the Golden
Gate Bridge, near San Francisco,
is built over 1,000 feet out
into open ocean,
and it was a tremendous
construction challenge.
An 1,100-foot trestle was
built out from the south shore
into open water.
From there, divers set bombs
to blast away rock
for setting the piles.
But the treacherous currents
at the Gate afforded them
very narrow windows
of opportunity.
If you're going to send your
divers down either to excavate
or to do any
underwater construction,
you'll have an hour
and 15 minutes of time,
and you want to get
the maximum out of them.
Sometimes you're pulling them up
before they're ready,
and... and decompression
could set in.
Between the wind and the fog,
the weather was relentless.
The trestle was lost,
first after it was rammed
by a ship in the fog,
then taken out by a storm.
The result was
a five-month delay.
To complicate matters, the
chief engineer had gone missing.
The bridge directors accused
Strauss of shirking his duties
and said as much
in the local papers.
The decade-long fight
to begin construction
had drained the engineer,
psychologically and emotionally.
He had cleared every hurdle,
but at a cost to his own health.
Strauss disappeared
for a period of six months.
Rumor put him in the Adirondacks
recovering
from a nervous breakdown.
Strauss's office announced
he was recuperating
on a cruise
through the Panama Canal.
Strauss finally wired
from New York
to say he was beginning
to feel like his old self
and would return to San
Francisco by leisurely stages.
He neglected to mention
he had left his longtime wife
to marry a budding singer
nearly 20 years his junior.
He pretty much withdrew then
to his apartment on Nob Hill
and oversaw the construction
at a distance.
For most of the next two years,
the chief engineer made
only sporadic appearances
at the construction site.
Back home in Illinois,
Charles Ellis
was consumed by the idea
that there might be a flaw
in the calculations
for the bridge towers.
Ellis sat down in his office,
and he started to do
the calculations again.
And he went all through them,
and he found out that there
were some of the areas
that had been assumed
were not exactly right.
He did five months
of work unpaid
because he felt so obligated
to that project.
Ellis wrote a flurry of letters
to Moisseiff and the other
consulting engineers,
urging further study.
He became obsessed
with the towers.
He felt that the structure
of the towers was unsafe,
and finally a test
of a model tower,
while the bridge
was being constructed,
was undertaken at Princeton,
largely under Moisseiff,
to sort of assuage
these feelings.
It was decided
that the tower design
was satisfactory and safe.
Moisseiff would later lament
that Ellis "started
on an inclined plane
and accelerates himself
accordingly."
Satisfied the towers
would stand,
the bridge's consulting
engineers gave the go-ahead
for work on the towers to begin.
Two dramatic sculptures began
to rise 745 feet in the air.
Each was composed
of a collection of cells...
42 inches square
and 35 feet high.
The first went up at the base
of the Marin headlands,
followed by a second that rose
from a concrete foundation
in the middle of the bay.
Workers marveled
at the precision of the fit,
which stood in place
without a single rivet,
if only temporarily.
Rivet gangs, normally speaking,
are organized four men,
and the heater
is usually the boss.
He had a small forge,
and he had to heat those rivets
and keep them just right.
They couldn't be too hot,
they couldn't be too cold.
And he had to have two-inch ones
and 2½ and three-inch,
and when the catcher said,
"I want a 3½-inch rivet"
and banged a can,
look out, because that rivet...
And they went zing...
Just like a bullet.
Boy, they'd scare
the hell out of you
when that rivet
was coming up there.
And you best catch it
and take it out,
and you had to put it in fast.
When the inspector comes along
and he goes, "Ding, ding, ding,"
and he gets a dong,
that's a cutout.
And if there's too many cutouts,
you're going down the road.
As concerned as Strauss was
with speed and efficiency,
he seemed determined not to
build at the cost of human life.
The bridge exposed workers
to wind gusts
of up to 60 miles per hour.
There had been injuries
and close calls,
but in nearly 46 months
of construction,
only a single worker had died.
The fog would come in
and go out all day long.
And the fog oftentimes
is just like rain.
When it's wet,
the iron is just like ice.
It's, uh, pretty chancy
when you have to walk
around very much.
You had to be extremely careful
when you were up high
because a gust could come along
and literally blow you
right off.
Across the bay,
the Oakland Bay Bridge
had already seen 22 workers fall
to their deaths.
The old tradition
was that you lose one life
for every million dollars
on a bridge project.
And this was a $35 million
bridge, more or less,
so we should have lost
35 guys during the building.
Whether out of genuine concern
or concern for his image,
Strauss proudly imposed
one safety rule after another.
He was probably the first
to use the hard hats,
and they were leather...
Half football helmet,
half hard hat in that day.
They had to wear safety lines.
There always had been
safety lines,
but a lot of guys
wouldn't wear them.
Well, in the Golden Gate Bridge,
if you didn't wear one,
you were fired.
I worked with a guy
named Ed Walker,
and he was a rotten,
no-good S.O.B.,
and his spit bounced,
and he would fight anybody, and
he was a tremendous ironworker.
He stopped all the time,
and Strauss fired him because
he wouldn't use a safety belt.
Strauss told him,
"Tie off, there."
And he told him
to go screw himself,
and so Strauss
had him fired right then.
In the fall of 1935
the Roebling Company was brought
in to spin the bridge's cables.
Since the company's founders
built the Brooklyn Bridge
52 years earlier,
Roebling had greatly advanced
cable-spinning technology.
80,000 miles of wire had been
delivered to the bridge site.
From narrow catwalks
suspended between the towers,
workers would weave and
compress thousands of strands
into two 36-inch main cables.
Roebling had agreed
to a tight schedule:
finish the job within a year
or lose money for each day
it was over schedule.
The cable system
is really the lifeline
of the suspension bridge.
It's responsible
for carrying all of the load
across that massive span
from... from the deck
to the towers.
And that big cable that looks
so solid when we see it today
was spun in place
from individual wires
that are each about
the size of a pencil.
A loop of wire
is pulled out of this spool
and taken across the top
of the top first tower,
down over, across the top
of the second tower,
all the way
to the second anchorage.
Then that spinning wheel picks
up another wire from that end,
and goes back and does
the same thing all over again.
The spinning had to be precise,
with fine adjustments
constantly made
so the cable would transfer
the weight of the bridge
to the anchorages
as Ellis had specified.
I was the inspecting engineer,
supervising the spinning
of the cables in the main span.
I had a little office right
in the center of the bridge.
My job was to see that they
were spun to the proper lengths.
Their profit depended on
spinning it as fast as possible.
So the faster they could spin
it, the more money they made.
To beat the deadline,
Roebling had to innovate.
They speeded up
the spinning process
by working from both ends.
Uh, so instead of just having
one spinning wheel going
from one end to the other
and back again,
they had two spinning wheels
meeting in the middle.
This speeded up the process
tremendously.
Roebling increased
the pace again.
Soon 25,000 wires
were being bundled
and compressed
with hydraulic jacks
to complete the main cables.
On May 20, 1936, workers adorned
the spinning wheel with flags
and sent it across the Gate
one last time,
pulling the very last wire
behind it.
The cables had been finished
ahead of schedule,
at a rate four times faster than
had been considered possible.
The following month,
Joseph Strauss made
a rare public pronouncement.
He revealed that he had ordered
the most expensive,
elaborate safety device
ever conceived
for a major construction site.
He was spending over $130,000
on a safety net,
to be installed as work began
on the bridge's roadbed.
What he did was to put
this wonderful safety net
under the entire bridge,
so that people who fell
would be saved.
And he cantilevered it out...
Ten feet out on each side
from the workspace...
So that he protected everybody.
No matter how high up you were
and how hard
you might have been blown off,
you would still fall
into the net.
19 men tumbled into the net,
each cheating death.
They called themselves
the "Halfway-to-Hell Club."
The net became
a morale booster...
So much that workers
had to be ordered
not to jump into it on purpose.
For Strauss,
the investment paid dividends.
The loss of life,
the delays that would occur
from men working slower
because they had to be
a bit more careful
so they wouldn't fall
probably made the $130,000
a very economic innovation.
Strauss was smart that way.
Strauss had to be smart.
He was determined to finish the
job before running out of money,
and the project was headed
into its most dangerous phase...
Extending the roadway
outward from the towers.
After two years,
Slim Lambert looked forward
to finishing the job.
He was foreman of a gang
stripping away the wooden forms
from the underside
of the concrete roadway.
They were on an 11-ton platform
that was kind of like an
inverted railroad flatcar
with these arms called hangers
attached to rollers
on a track above them.
As it happened, that morning
a team of safety inspectors
had been brought in
to look over the flatcars.
He didn't know it at the time,
but there was an opposite one
at the other end,
the San Francisco side,
which had been condemned.
The... one of
the state inspectors had said,
"This thing is not safe."
But word hadn't reached Lambert.
These guys heard
this horrible sound
of the ripping of metal.
And you can't imagine
what went through their...
You can imagine, I guess,
but... horrible.
And then
the entire staging let go.
A number of bodies fell
into the net,
and then the staging fell
on top of them.
My dad fell into the net
backwards, headfirst.
You had noise, you had yelling,
you had screaming,
you had people hanging
from girders.
Yeah, it was...
all hell broke loose.
The net's going down
and he's hanging on,
going down headfirst.
And he realized that he had
to reverse his position
and land feet first
to have any chance of surviving.
When he landed in the water,
he was feet first,
perfectly vertical,
but he landed
in the corner of the net,
and the weight of the staging
almost immediately took
the net down.
He thinks he went
way, way, way down,
and wiggling the whole time,
and was able to break loose.
When he got to the surface,
one of his best friends,
Fred Dümmatzen, surfaced.
He was alive but unconscious.
My dad with one arm was able
to get some lumber under him,
give him a little flotation
and then get his arm around him
and hang onto him.
This was February,
and the water in the bay
had to be maybe 50-52 degrees.
At the outside, a fit person
is supposed to last 20 minutes.
My dad was in the water
for 30 to 40 minutes.
Just as my dad was going
to succumb to hypothermia,
a crab boat came along.
The man stopped
and was able somehow,
using extraordinary effort,
to pull them onto the boat.
My dad had suffered
a broken shoulder,
broken collarbone, broken ribs,
broken neck, broken back
and two horribly twisted ankles.
So he... he was
really busted up.
When they got to the hospital,
he slowly thawed to the point
where they could straighten
his limbs out and X-ray him,
and then they found out
how badly injured he was.
When he got out of the hospital,
he was an inch
and a quarter shorter
than before the accident,
so it had taken its toll.
My dad was haunted by the fact
that they weren't picked up
earlier.
He felt that if the Coast Guard
had seen them and got to them,
that Fred Dümmatzen
might have lived.
It always bothered him
that he was regarded as a hero,
because, he said,
"I did nothing heroic.
"I wanted to save
my best friend's life,
and I did
the best that I could."
Slim Lambert was one of two men
who survived the fall that day.
In all, ten bridgemen died.
The tangle of net was hauled out
from the waters,
but most of the bodies
were never found.
The accident shattered
Strauss's great safety record.
Fingers pointed
in many directions,
including Strauss's,
but nobody was ever found
liable for the accident.
Before long, building resumed.
The bridge was finished
on budget,
16 years after Joseph Strauss
first imagined it
and seven years after
Moisseiff and Ellis proposed
a graceful leap across
an unprecedented space.
May 27, 1937... opening day.
At dawn, a crowd
of people clustered
at both ends
of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The Bay Area came out en masse
to inspect and celebrate
its new icon.
My dad, on this May day,
surprised me...
With our very tight budget...
With this beautiful,
black Stetson felt cowboy hat
and a gorgeous
purple cowboy shirt...
The kind of thing I saw
on Saturdays at the movie house.
And wedging our way
through that crowd,
we hiked the bridge.
And it was 200,002 people...
My dad and myself...
Crowded onto this bridge.
It was a national event,
an international event;
airplanes flying over...
Chaos.
And as many people
as could get to the site
seemed to get to the site
and get themselves across.
The impossible accomplished
in such an efficient
and glorious manner,
was a legitimate cause
for celebration.
The day's highlight
was to be a speech
from the chief engineer himself.
But Joseph Strauss
could hardly speak.
"This bridge needs
neither praise nor eulogy,"
Strauss said.
"It speaks for itself."
He was honored
as the creator of the bridge,
but he was exhausted.
He only lived for a short time
after the bridge was completed,
and he wasn't that old.
I think that one could argue
that he probably shortened
his life with this project.
Joseph Strauss went
to Arizona to rest,
but within a year of achieving
his dream, he died of a stroke.
Charles Ellis, who had poured
his heart into the bridge,
apparently never got to see
his achievement in person.
He kept on the wall
behind his desk
a small framed photograph
of the Golden Gate Bridge.
He told his students,
"I designed every stick of steel
in that bridge."
He was quite firm about
what he had done.
He had the respect of people
he respected...
The people in
the engineering community.
To my knowledge, he never
came out and saw the bridge.
He also believed
his name was on it.
He told his students,
"My name is on the plaque."
He believed that, or he needed
to convince himself.
I think ordinary people
feel the strength, the power,
and... including the
decisiveness of this great span.
It lifts up people's hearts.
I've never failed to take people
from elsewhere over the bridge
without them just going, "Wow!"
Great works of art encode
within themselves
messages that are at once
transcendent and enigmatic;
mysterious.
What does the Parthenon mean?
What does
Beethoven's Ninth mean?
What does Hamlet mean?
The Golden Gate Bridge means
many things.
It means the victory of San
Francisco over its environment;
it means San Francisco remains
competitive;
it means that people can cross
the channel more easily;
but it also means
something else.
It celebrates in a... in a
mysterious way, man's creativity
and the joy and wonder
of being on this planet.
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had watched it rise miraculously
in their midst.
Now the longest suspension
bridge in the world
was finally complete.
On May 27, 1937, Opening Day,
200,000 admirers greeted
their marvelous new icon with a
spontaneous burst of theatrics.
Wedging our way through
that crowd, we hiked the bridge,
and there was 200,002 people...
My dad and myself...
Crowded onto this bridge.
At that moment, they could
forget the bridge had been built
in the harshest of conditions
by a cantankerous chief engineer
who lacked
an engineering degree.
But he was a... sort of
a runty man, a short man,
and he had the reputation,
I'm afraid, of being feisty
and conceited,
I guess is the word,
which you need to be
to even conceive
of building this bridge,
because it had been said
to be impossible.
From the start, the plan for a
bridge across San Francisco Bay
was wildly ambitious.
Above perilous waters,
the bridge would be hammered
into reality
by men desperate for work
during a terrible depression.
There was a lot of people
wanting to get on that job.
And when they were asked, "Have
you ever been an ironworker?"
"Yeah, I was born an ironworker.
I've been an ironworker
all my life."
The country needed confidence.
The whole aesthetic of a bridge
is confidence.
It's the conquest of space.
In the hardest of times,
an unlikely team would erect
one of the most beautiful
structures ever built...
An enduring symbol
of American ingenuity.
The Golden Gate Bridge is
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It's a perfection
of engineering;
it's a perfection
of social statement;
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In June 1921, a 51-year-old
bridge builder from Chicago
arrived in San Francisco
to deliver plans
for the project of his dreams.
Joseph Strauss made his living
building ordinary drawbridges,
but he was
a relentless dreamer...
A man determined
to be remembered
for something much bigger.
Now Strauss had conceived plans
for what he considered
the most daring bridge ever.
His chosen site fronted
the turbulent waters
of the Pacific Ocean
at the mouth of one
of the world's great harbors.
San Francisco's Golden Gate
was a treacherous spot,
the likes of which
no bridge builder
had ever attempted to span.
Little did San Francisco's
city engineer realize
he was dealing with a man
who had once proposed bridging
the Bering Strait.
There is an archetypal
American kind of personality
who comes to fruition mythically
in The Wizard of Oz
behind the curtain.
And that's the promoter,
the P.T. Barnum, the visionary,
the man who is
constantly dreaming dreams
and promoting big projects.
And Joseph Strauss was
that kind of person.
Strauss arrived
at an opportune moment.
Though his plans would languish
in the city bureaucracy
for another 18 months,
San Franciscans would
soon understand
that they held the key
to the city's future.
Sitting at the tip
of a peninsula,
surrounded on three sides
by water,
San Francisco was bottled up,
its expansion stunted
by geography.
1920, the federal census
revealed the city's growth rate
had dipped below
the national average.
Even worse,
San Francisco had fallen
behind its rival to the south.
With plenty of land,
Los Angeles was booming.
San Francisco's future would
depend on its ability to link
with the underpopulated counties
of Northern California,
which stretched more than
300 miles to the Oregon border.
San Franciscans were beginning
to realize
that there was a vast
northern and interior empire
that had to be integrated
into the San Francisco economy
and transportation
and travel network
for San Francisco
truly to survive.
It had already exploited
as much of this bay area
hinterland as it could.
San Francisco Bay separated
two worlds:
one, urban and congested;
the other, rural and wide open.
Sausalito and Marin County was
a rural and pastoral county...
Dairy ranches, chicken ranches,
that kind of thing...
All the way extending
up the coast.
It was also the area
that you went for amusement.
You'd go over there
on the weekends to...
to go to the outdoors,
to the park,
to amusement centers,
to enjoy the beaches.
It was the playground
of San Francisco.
And coming back on Sunday night
could be quite
a long line of cars
waiting to come back
to San Francisco.
My brother Bill, Bill Dillon,
was a traffic cop
for the Golden Gate ferries.
And his job was,
with other officers,
to keep the traffic
from jamming the little town.
They piled themselves up
on that one main street,
Water Street,
all the way to the north edge
of town and beyond.
Over time, the weekend crush
became a daily one.
By the 1920s,
50,000 commuters a week
surged through San Francisco's
Ferry Building.
Many came from the East Bay,
but increasingly from
the counties to the north.
It would take more than ferries
to accommodate
the growing traffic
between San Francisco
and its outlying counties.
The 1920s is the decade
of the automobile.
San Francisco knew
that it had to push forward,
via the automobile,
to its hinterlands,
and that meant a bridge.
In 1922, Joseph Strauss crossed
the Gate by ferry
and set out
on a road trip north.
The first stop on his
self-orchestrated campaign
was Sausalito's city council.
A bridge would boost
property values,
he told a curious audience,
encourage development
and invite tourism.
In short,
the day a bridge opened,
anyone who owned property
in Marin County
would automatically be wealthy.
It was a performance
Strauss would repeat
before countless
civic organizations
and public meetings
in communities
throughout Northern California.
This bridge needed a promoter,
it needed a champion,
someone willing to work
half their life, almost,
probably to
his own financial detriment,
promoting this bridge
and making it happen.
"If the people of San Francisco
and other communities
are willing to spend the money,"
Strauss told
the San Francisco Chronicle,
"the Golden Gate could
be bridged by 1927."
To build his bridge,
Strauss would have to overcome
a formidable environment.
Northern California's rivers,
fed by the heavy snows of the
Sierras, have only one outlet.
The mountain water flows
into San Francisco Bay
and then toward the mile-wide
gap called the Golden Gate.
At the gate, it collides head on
with the incoming force
of the Pacific Ocean.
What you see is the collision
of natural forces...
Freshwater and salt.
All of the Pacific Ocean
that hits the California coast
is looking for a place to go.
It has one place, and that's
the mile-and-a-quarter aperture
between Fort Point
and Lime Point,
between Marin and San Francisco.
If you go out
to the bridge site,
you can see the waves crashing
over the south shore.
Those waves are only
the surface manifestation
of a big energy pump
underneath the water.
On top of that, you have
really terrible weather...
Cold, wind... it's slick.
If you say,
"Well, what an ideal site
for building a bridge,"
it isn't.
But Strauss saw only
a magnificent challenge.
Strauss is, by temperament,
a dreamer, a mystic,
a visionary.
When he was at
the University of Cincinnati
and he tried out
for the football team
and he was hurt
and he had to recover,
he could watch
from his infirmary window
the construction
of the Covington Bridge
across the Ohio River
into Kentucky.
And as he watched that bridge
under construction,
the dream of great bridges
possessed him
as his life's work.
Despite his great ambitions,
Strauss had built his career
stamping out
mundane, functional bridges.
Strauss was a remarkably
prolific designer
of movable bridges that were
built across inland rivers
all over the Americas.
These bridges are
bascule bridges.
"Bascule" is really a short name
for a bridge that opens
like this, or like this.
He was the drawbridge king.
He was the guy who built these
bridges, these pattern bridges
all over the world.
Of the 400 bridges
that the Strauss firm built
during its existence,
390 of them at least were these
little pattern drawbridges.
Strauss found inventive ways
to draw attention to his work.
For San Francisco's
1915 Exposition,
he converted a bascule design
into an amusement ride
that offered a spinning view
of the city's skyline.
It was fun, but hardly
a feat of engineering.
The plans Strauss delivered
for a bridge at the Golden Gate
similarly called for a bascule
design of huge proportions.
It was functional, affordable,
and looked, to one critic,
like "an upside-down rat trap."
This bridge really looks like
a bascule bridge on steroids,
with the lift span in the middle
replaced with
a cable-supported span.
Most people, myself included,
think that it was very ugly...
To the point of hideous.
Joseph Strauss was not much
of an engineer;
he was a great visionary.
And his initial draft
of the Golden Gate Bridge
was awkward and clumsy,
and if by any impossible chance
it had been built,
it would have been
a catastrophe today.
There'd be a movement
to tear it down.
Four years after delivering
his plans,
Joseph Strauss moved
from Chicago
to San Francisco's Palace Hotel.
He had come to pursue his dream
full time,
and that meant convincing
Californians to pay for it.
Strauss lobbied
the Northern California counties
to join a bridge district
that would issue bonds
to raise the $35 million
a bridge would cost.
With little state or federal
interest in the project,
local citizens
would have to put up
their own homes
and businesses as collateral.
In the end,
five northern counties agreed
to join the bridge district.
I don't really know exactly
how Strauss did pull it off.
Marin County was
lightly populated,
and Sonoma and Napa and
Mendocino had very few people.
And Del Norte County had
no people, you might say.
And yet these rather
impoverished counties
got together to hock
their homes and their ranches
for a bond issue in 1930.
In San Francisco itself,
Strauss encountered
unexpected resistance.
When the idea returned
to the board of supervisors,
it got stalled.
So Strauss hired
a man named Doc Meyers,
who was a political fixer,
and bribed one of the members
of the San Francisco
Board of Supervisors
named Warren Shannon.
Shannon became the bagman.
He would come
to the Strauss offices
and be given sealed envelopes
with a $100 bill in each one,
which he either kept for himself
or distributed
to the necessary supervisors
to bring them onboard.
His secretary told me
that every month someone would
show up and pick up a paper sack
with $400 in it.
Well, $400 in those days was
the equivalent
of about $2,000 today.
Magically, San Francisco's
resistance evaporated,
and Strauss looked forward
to being named chief engineer.
But the newly appointed bridge
board questioned his design
and started considering
other candidates
with far more experience.
Determined not to let the job
slip away,
Strauss agreed to retain his
two chief rivals as consultants,
cut his own fee nearly in half,
and even scrap
his own bridge design.
Strauss did insist on one thing:
that he be credited as the
engineer who designed and built
the Golden Gate Bridge.
The man most pleased
with the need to start over
was Strauss's deputy,
Charles Ellis,
whose job it would be
to calculate
and draw up the new plans.
A meticulous intellectual,
Ellis was in every way
Strauss's opposite.
He'd studied Greek classics
and was a distinguished
professor of engineering
before joining Strauss's
Chicago office at age 54.
Charles Ellis always wore
his black suit.
He had on this white shirt,
starched collar,
and his little tie,
and when you looked at him,
he just looked precise
with the way he dressed.
That was the whole image
that he presented.
Unlike Strauss, Ellis's ambition
lay not in the glory of fame,
but in the pure challenge
of calculating
every engineering detail.
The bridge is like
a gigantic math problem,
and he had the mathematical
skills to implement it.
This was, in effect,
10½ volumes of precomputer
higher mathematics,
done by one man,
using a circular slide rule
and a hand-cranked
adding machine.
He was coming up
with some calculations
that there were
35 unknown units in it.
And the only way you can do it
is to solve all these equations
together,
to try to find out what
some of these unknowns are.
And then, eventually,
you'll get down to where
you got one more unknown
to solve for,
and you find that, and so then
you're home scot-free.
Ellis's calculations worked out
the practical details
of a radical design
for a suspension bridge
that had been broadly conceived
by Leon Moisseiff.
Moisseiff, a leading
bridge designer,
had developed
a revolutionary theory
that allowed for
an unusually graceful main span.
It would stretch 4,200 feet...
Longer than any yet built.
Unlike the famous
Brooklyn Bridge
with its stout towers
and rigid elements,
the Golden Gate would be
so flexible
as to bow out sideways 27 feet
in a strong wind.
Moisseiff was an artist,
and he approached this the way
a poet approaches language.
Much of it is intuitive.
It came as what the French call
a coup de foudre,
a lightning flash.
Moisseiff believed that up to
half the stress caused by winds
could be absorbed
in a suspension bridge
by the bridge cables
and suspender ropes
and transmitted to the bridge
towers and abutment.
So if a bridge were designed
to bend and sway
with the winds and flex,
the suspended structure...
The roadbed...
Would act as a counterweight
and restore the bridge
to equilibrium.
Moisseiff and Ellis
struggled to see
how far they could push
the limits of theory
and still end up
with a bridge that would stand.
With Ellis in Chicago
and Moisseiff in New York,
the telegram traffic
between them was thick.
"What do you consider maximum
allowable deflection side span?"
Chicago would ask.
"Deflection side span 6,000,"
New York would answer.
Strauss was growing impatient.
The bridge board still hadn't
seen plans for its bridge,
and Strauss put pressure on
Ellis to deliver by June 1930.
Strauss did not understand
the complexity of what Ellis
was doing and how long it took.
Strauss even accused him
of spending too much money.
Well, when you're talking
about a structure
that has never been built
in the world,
something that is earthshaking
in the engineering field,
you don't hurry,
you do it right.
There's only one way.
The light and color
of San Francisco Bay
and the Marin Headlands
had long fascinated
an obscure local architect
named Irving Foster Morrow.
Morrow, who usually
designed houses,
had never before worked
on anything
approaching the scale
of the bridge.
Irving Morrow was
scarcely known,
and Strauss hired him, I think,
because he thought
he could master him.
Morrow's imaginings
of bridge towers with stunning
Art Deco detail
first began to take form
in charcoal on paper.
His architectural instincts
were matched
by an uncanny ability to handle
the prickly chief engineer.
Morrow, through just
the most deft resistance
to Strauss's ideas,
gradually persuaded him
to see the drama of the bridge.
Strauss himself had
the stupidest ideas
of what a bridge could
look like.
And, you know, he thought
you'd paint them black, too,
so they wouldn't show dirt.
Well, this isn't Chicago.
The open spaces that, again,
were in the original
architectural treatment
were turned by Morrow into these
giant portals framing the sky.
And he had this signature
vertical fluting
that he used in some of his
residential architecture
that he incorporated
into the bridge.
The bridge catches the light
and changes with the sun
as the sun moves throughout
the day and around the year.
By incorporating light
into the bridge,
Morrow had turned it
into a sculpture.
Later, Morrow would turn his
attention to the bridge's color.
He tested different
paint formulas,
exposing metal panels to
the salty weather of the Gate.
The choices came down
to carbon black, steel gray
and Morrow's personal favorite,
a mixture he called
"international orange."
There were differences
of opinion.
The Navy felt
it should be painted
with yellow and black stripes,
for visibility.
They were still thinking
of ordinary bridges.
Morrow pursued the issue
with Strauss
until the chief engineer
finally gave in.
Like Charles Ellis,
he succeeded by quietly working
around Strauss.
For Charles Ellis and
Irving Morrow to have worked
for Joseph Strauss
was probably bad news
and good news.
The bad news was,
they worked for a commanding ego
who wanted the credit.
The good news was
that they somehow worked for a
commanding ego who saw in them...
Neither of whom had
national reputations...
The ability to achieve
something spectacular
and who empowered them
to that achievement.
On August 27, 1930,
two months behind schedule,
Joseph Strauss delivered
his much anticipated report
to the board of directors.
At 285 pages,
it was intended to answer
the board's every question.
As a finishing touch,
Strauss had added
to his own credentials a "C.E.,"
or graduate
certificate of engineering,
a degree he never received.
Charles Ellis, who had done
most of the design work,
was listed merely as Strauss's
chief assistant on the project,
despite his signature as
the preparer of every drawing.
Yet it was soon clear
to members of the bridge board
who had done the work.
While he was in San Francisco,
people of the bridge commission,
their engineers,
kept talking to Ellis.
They would ask him questions
on technical things.
That started the distance
between Ellis and Strauss.
Strauss ordered Ellis back
to Chicago to finish his work.
But Ellis continued to obsess
over the towers.
Strauss kept urging Ellis
to get on and finish the job,
turn it over to somebody else,
get on with something else.
Ellis felt he couldn't do that
since his signature was
on the plans...
That they had to be precisely
accurate and guaranteed.
Believing more labor spent
on the towers
was a waste of time and money,
Strauss decided
to replace Ellis.
First, he ordered Ellis
to take a vacation.
Three days before
his scheduled return,
Strauss told him
not to bother coming back.
Strauss fired Ellis, I believe,
because there was
a certain deep insecurity
in Mr. Strauss's makeup.
Work that Charles Ellis did was
attributed to Strauss.
Charles Ellis's role
as the designing engineer
of the Golden Gate Bridge
disappeared from general view.
In November 1930, San Francisco,
like the rest of the nation,
was sliding into
the Great Depression.
It was a difficult moment
to ask voters to underwrite
a major construction project,
but that's exactly what
the bridge board was proposing.
With the financial risks
evident,
the opposition came out
in full force.
Shippers were opposed
to the idea of the bridge;
they thought it would
get in the way of shipping.
The War Department was opposed
to the bridge;
it thought that the bridge
could collapse in wartime
and block
the San Francisco Harbor.
The Sierra Club was opposed
to the bridge
on an environmental basis.
And, of course,
the Southern Pacific,
a rather successful
ferry system,
was opposed to the bridge
because it was going to cut
into its business.
Naysayers were quickly dubbed
"the old guard,"
intent on tearing down
the bay area's future.
With the promise of new jobs,
voters approved the bonds
by a three-to-one margin.
But the victory would be hollow
if the bonds couldn't be sold.
No bond house, no bank
would take the bridge bonds.
By the fall of 1932,
they were desperate once again.
By 1932 few civic leaders
were projecting confidence,
except for one.
A.P. Giannini, a first-
generation Italian-American,
had graduated from his family's
produce business to start a bank
that grew to become
the Bank of America.
Giannini tackled
the Great Depression head on
with slogans like
"back to good times"
and "California
can lead the nation."
Desperate to find a buyer
for the bridge bonds,
Joseph Strauss decided to pay
the banker a personal visit.
Strauss and the directors went
to the offices of A.P. Giannini,
and they told him,
"Nobody will lend us money.
"If we can't get a loan
to start construction,
we're out of business."
Giannini thought for a moment
and then he said,
"We need the bridge.
We'll take the bonds."
Giannini asked
how long the bridge might last.
Without hesitation
Strauss replied, "Forever."
Construction began
in January 1933
with the excavation of
3.25 million cubic feet of dirt
to accommodate
the bridge's massive anchorages,
one on each side of the Gate.
12 stories high, the anchorages
had to be strong enough
to secure 63 million pounds...
Twice the pull
of the bridge's main cables.
By the hundred,
men were hired on
to do the dirty,
backbreaking labor
of working cement by hand.
Word spread fast that there were
jobs to be had
building a bridge
in San Francisco.
Obviously there's not
that many ironworker bridgemen
that live
in downtown San Francisco,
so a lot of these people
were boomers from Chicago
and New York
and, you know, other places.
It was all handled through
the Ironworkers Local 377.
No matter where you came from,
you had to clear
through the local.
So in order
to be a local person,
you bought addresses
and Social Security numbers
from people that were local.
The bridge became a magnet
for young men kicking around
the West looking for work,
like 25-year-old Slim Lambert.
My dad had been
a cowboy, stevedore,
worked in a brick factory,
done some lumberjacking.
One day they're walking down
the Embarcadero,
trying to figure out
their next move,
and a fellow comes out
of a construction office
along the side of the road
and says,
"Are you boys ironworkers?"
There was a lot of people
wanted to get on that job.
And when they were asked,
"Listen, have you ever been
an ironworker?"
"Yeah, I was born an ironworker.
I've been an ironworker
all my life."
There were very few jobs
in those days,
and the best were the ones
that got the jobs.
And there was always somebody
waiting at the base of the tower
for someone to fall off
so they'd get a job.
They were farm boys and clerks
and taxicab drivers
and things like that
who became high steelmen.
So they were my
heroes en masse...
These guys that I'd see
from the ferry boat...
Teetering along on a girder
up there in space.
The towers would
each be supported
by a concrete foundation.
Built at shore's edge,
the Marin foundation
was finished ahead of schedule.
The San Francisco side
was another story.
The south tower of the Golden
Gate Bridge, near San Francisco,
is built over 1,000 feet out
into open ocean,
and it was a tremendous
construction challenge.
An 1,100-foot trestle was
built out from the south shore
into open water.
From there, divers set bombs
to blast away rock
for setting the piles.
But the treacherous currents
at the Gate afforded them
very narrow windows
of opportunity.
If you're going to send your
divers down either to excavate
or to do any
underwater construction,
you'll have an hour
and 15 minutes of time,
and you want to get
the maximum out of them.
Sometimes you're pulling them up
before they're ready,
and... and decompression
could set in.
Between the wind and the fog,
the weather was relentless.
The trestle was lost,
first after it was rammed
by a ship in the fog,
then taken out by a storm.
The result was
a five-month delay.
To complicate matters, the
chief engineer had gone missing.
The bridge directors accused
Strauss of shirking his duties
and said as much
in the local papers.
The decade-long fight
to begin construction
had drained the engineer,
psychologically and emotionally.
He had cleared every hurdle,
but at a cost to his own health.
Strauss disappeared
for a period of six months.
Rumor put him in the Adirondacks
recovering
from a nervous breakdown.
Strauss's office announced
he was recuperating
on a cruise
through the Panama Canal.
Strauss finally wired
from New York
to say he was beginning
to feel like his old self
and would return to San
Francisco by leisurely stages.
He neglected to mention
he had left his longtime wife
to marry a budding singer
nearly 20 years his junior.
He pretty much withdrew then
to his apartment on Nob Hill
and oversaw the construction
at a distance.
For most of the next two years,
the chief engineer made
only sporadic appearances
at the construction site.
Back home in Illinois,
Charles Ellis
was consumed by the idea
that there might be a flaw
in the calculations
for the bridge towers.
Ellis sat down in his office,
and he started to do
the calculations again.
And he went all through them,
and he found out that there
were some of the areas
that had been assumed
were not exactly right.
He did five months
of work unpaid
because he felt so obligated
to that project.
Ellis wrote a flurry of letters
to Moisseiff and the other
consulting engineers,
urging further study.
He became obsessed
with the towers.
He felt that the structure
of the towers was unsafe,
and finally a test
of a model tower,
while the bridge
was being constructed,
was undertaken at Princeton,
largely under Moisseiff,
to sort of assuage
these feelings.
It was decided
that the tower design
was satisfactory and safe.
Moisseiff would later lament
that Ellis "started
on an inclined plane
and accelerates himself
accordingly."
Satisfied the towers
would stand,
the bridge's consulting
engineers gave the go-ahead
for work on the towers to begin.
Two dramatic sculptures began
to rise 745 feet in the air.
Each was composed
of a collection of cells...
42 inches square
and 35 feet high.
The first went up at the base
of the Marin headlands,
followed by a second that rose
from a concrete foundation
in the middle of the bay.
Workers marveled
at the precision of the fit,
which stood in place
without a single rivet,
if only temporarily.
Rivet gangs, normally speaking,
are organized four men,
and the heater
is usually the boss.
He had a small forge,
and he had to heat those rivets
and keep them just right.
They couldn't be too hot,
they couldn't be too cold.
And he had to have two-inch ones
and 2½ and three-inch,
and when the catcher said,
"I want a 3½-inch rivet"
and banged a can,
look out, because that rivet...
And they went zing...
Just like a bullet.
Boy, they'd scare
the hell out of you
when that rivet
was coming up there.
And you best catch it
and take it out,
and you had to put it in fast.
When the inspector comes along
and he goes, "Ding, ding, ding,"
and he gets a dong,
that's a cutout.
And if there's too many cutouts,
you're going down the road.
As concerned as Strauss was
with speed and efficiency,
he seemed determined not to
build at the cost of human life.
The bridge exposed workers
to wind gusts
of up to 60 miles per hour.
There had been injuries
and close calls,
but in nearly 46 months
of construction,
only a single worker had died.
The fog would come in
and go out all day long.
And the fog oftentimes
is just like rain.
When it's wet,
the iron is just like ice.
It's, uh, pretty chancy
when you have to walk
around very much.
You had to be extremely careful
when you were up high
because a gust could come along
and literally blow you
right off.
Across the bay,
the Oakland Bay Bridge
had already seen 22 workers fall
to their deaths.
The old tradition
was that you lose one life
for every million dollars
on a bridge project.
And this was a $35 million
bridge, more or less,
so we should have lost
35 guys during the building.
Whether out of genuine concern
or concern for his image,
Strauss proudly imposed
one safety rule after another.
He was probably the first
to use the hard hats,
and they were leather...
Half football helmet,
half hard hat in that day.
They had to wear safety lines.
There always had been
safety lines,
but a lot of guys
wouldn't wear them.
Well, in the Golden Gate Bridge,
if you didn't wear one,
you were fired.
I worked with a guy
named Ed Walker,
and he was a rotten,
no-good S.O.B.,
and his spit bounced,
and he would fight anybody, and
he was a tremendous ironworker.
He stopped all the time,
and Strauss fired him because
he wouldn't use a safety belt.
Strauss told him,
"Tie off, there."
And he told him
to go screw himself,
and so Strauss
had him fired right then.
In the fall of 1935
the Roebling Company was brought
in to spin the bridge's cables.
Since the company's founders
built the Brooklyn Bridge
52 years earlier,
Roebling had greatly advanced
cable-spinning technology.
80,000 miles of wire had been
delivered to the bridge site.
From narrow catwalks
suspended between the towers,
workers would weave and
compress thousands of strands
into two 36-inch main cables.
Roebling had agreed
to a tight schedule:
finish the job within a year
or lose money for each day
it was over schedule.
The cable system
is really the lifeline
of the suspension bridge.
It's responsible
for carrying all of the load
across that massive span
from... from the deck
to the towers.
And that big cable that looks
so solid when we see it today
was spun in place
from individual wires
that are each about
the size of a pencil.
A loop of wire
is pulled out of this spool
and taken across the top
of the top first tower,
down over, across the top
of the second tower,
all the way
to the second anchorage.
Then that spinning wheel picks
up another wire from that end,
and goes back and does
the same thing all over again.
The spinning had to be precise,
with fine adjustments
constantly made
so the cable would transfer
the weight of the bridge
to the anchorages
as Ellis had specified.
I was the inspecting engineer,
supervising the spinning
of the cables in the main span.
I had a little office right
in the center of the bridge.
My job was to see that they
were spun to the proper lengths.
Their profit depended on
spinning it as fast as possible.
So the faster they could spin
it, the more money they made.
To beat the deadline,
Roebling had to innovate.
They speeded up
the spinning process
by working from both ends.
Uh, so instead of just having
one spinning wheel going
from one end to the other
and back again,
they had two spinning wheels
meeting in the middle.
This speeded up the process
tremendously.
Roebling increased
the pace again.
Soon 25,000 wires
were being bundled
and compressed
with hydraulic jacks
to complete the main cables.
On May 20, 1936, workers adorned
the spinning wheel with flags
and sent it across the Gate
one last time,
pulling the very last wire
behind it.
The cables had been finished
ahead of schedule,
at a rate four times faster than
had been considered possible.
The following month,
Joseph Strauss made
a rare public pronouncement.
He revealed that he had ordered
the most expensive,
elaborate safety device
ever conceived
for a major construction site.
He was spending over $130,000
on a safety net,
to be installed as work began
on the bridge's roadbed.
What he did was to put
this wonderful safety net
under the entire bridge,
so that people who fell
would be saved.
And he cantilevered it out...
Ten feet out on each side
from the workspace...
So that he protected everybody.
No matter how high up you were
and how hard
you might have been blown off,
you would still fall
into the net.
19 men tumbled into the net,
each cheating death.
They called themselves
the "Halfway-to-Hell Club."
The net became
a morale booster...
So much that workers
had to be ordered
not to jump into it on purpose.
For Strauss,
the investment paid dividends.
The loss of life,
the delays that would occur
from men working slower
because they had to be
a bit more careful
so they wouldn't fall
probably made the $130,000
a very economic innovation.
Strauss was smart that way.
Strauss had to be smart.
He was determined to finish the
job before running out of money,
and the project was headed
into its most dangerous phase...
Extending the roadway
outward from the towers.
After two years,
Slim Lambert looked forward
to finishing the job.
He was foreman of a gang
stripping away the wooden forms
from the underside
of the concrete roadway.
They were on an 11-ton platform
that was kind of like an
inverted railroad flatcar
with these arms called hangers
attached to rollers
on a track above them.
As it happened, that morning
a team of safety inspectors
had been brought in
to look over the flatcars.
He didn't know it at the time,
but there was an opposite one
at the other end,
the San Francisco side,
which had been condemned.
The... one of
the state inspectors had said,
"This thing is not safe."
But word hadn't reached Lambert.
These guys heard
this horrible sound
of the ripping of metal.
And you can't imagine
what went through their...
You can imagine, I guess,
but... horrible.
And then
the entire staging let go.
A number of bodies fell
into the net,
and then the staging fell
on top of them.
My dad fell into the net
backwards, headfirst.
You had noise, you had yelling,
you had screaming,
you had people hanging
from girders.
Yeah, it was...
all hell broke loose.
The net's going down
and he's hanging on,
going down headfirst.
And he realized that he had
to reverse his position
and land feet first
to have any chance of surviving.
When he landed in the water,
he was feet first,
perfectly vertical,
but he landed
in the corner of the net,
and the weight of the staging
almost immediately took
the net down.
He thinks he went
way, way, way down,
and wiggling the whole time,
and was able to break loose.
When he got to the surface,
one of his best friends,
Fred Dümmatzen, surfaced.
He was alive but unconscious.
My dad with one arm was able
to get some lumber under him,
give him a little flotation
and then get his arm around him
and hang onto him.
This was February,
and the water in the bay
had to be maybe 50-52 degrees.
At the outside, a fit person
is supposed to last 20 minutes.
My dad was in the water
for 30 to 40 minutes.
Just as my dad was going
to succumb to hypothermia,
a crab boat came along.
The man stopped
and was able somehow,
using extraordinary effort,
to pull them onto the boat.
My dad had suffered
a broken shoulder,
broken collarbone, broken ribs,
broken neck, broken back
and two horribly twisted ankles.
So he... he was
really busted up.
When they got to the hospital,
he slowly thawed to the point
where they could straighten
his limbs out and X-ray him,
and then they found out
how badly injured he was.
When he got out of the hospital,
he was an inch
and a quarter shorter
than before the accident,
so it had taken its toll.
My dad was haunted by the fact
that they weren't picked up
earlier.
He felt that if the Coast Guard
had seen them and got to them,
that Fred Dümmatzen
might have lived.
It always bothered him
that he was regarded as a hero,
because, he said,
"I did nothing heroic.
"I wanted to save
my best friend's life,
and I did
the best that I could."
Slim Lambert was one of two men
who survived the fall that day.
In all, ten bridgemen died.
The tangle of net was hauled out
from the waters,
but most of the bodies
were never found.
The accident shattered
Strauss's great safety record.
Fingers pointed
in many directions,
including Strauss's,
but nobody was ever found
liable for the accident.
Before long, building resumed.
The bridge was finished
on budget,
16 years after Joseph Strauss
first imagined it
and seven years after
Moisseiff and Ellis proposed
a graceful leap across
an unprecedented space.
May 27, 1937... opening day.
At dawn, a crowd
of people clustered
at both ends
of the Golden Gate Bridge.
The Bay Area came out en masse
to inspect and celebrate
its new icon.
My dad, on this May day,
surprised me...
With our very tight budget...
With this beautiful,
black Stetson felt cowboy hat
and a gorgeous
purple cowboy shirt...
The kind of thing I saw
on Saturdays at the movie house.
And wedging our way
through that crowd,
we hiked the bridge.
And it was 200,002 people...
My dad and myself...
Crowded onto this bridge.
It was a national event,
an international event;
airplanes flying over...
Chaos.
And as many people
as could get to the site
seemed to get to the site
and get themselves across.
The impossible accomplished
in such an efficient
and glorious manner,
was a legitimate cause
for celebration.
The day's highlight
was to be a speech
from the chief engineer himself.
But Joseph Strauss
could hardly speak.
"This bridge needs
neither praise nor eulogy,"
Strauss said.
"It speaks for itself."
He was honored
as the creator of the bridge,
but he was exhausted.
He only lived for a short time
after the bridge was completed,
and he wasn't that old.
I think that one could argue
that he probably shortened
his life with this project.
Joseph Strauss went
to Arizona to rest,
but within a year of achieving
his dream, he died of a stroke.
Charles Ellis, who had poured
his heart into the bridge,
apparently never got to see
his achievement in person.
He kept on the wall
behind his desk
a small framed photograph
of the Golden Gate Bridge.
He told his students,
"I designed every stick of steel
in that bridge."
He was quite firm about
what he had done.
He had the respect of people
he respected...
The people in
the engineering community.
To my knowledge, he never
came out and saw the bridge.
He also believed
his name was on it.
He told his students,
"My name is on the plaque."
He believed that, or he needed
to convince himself.
I think ordinary people
feel the strength, the power,
and... including the
decisiveness of this great span.
It lifts up people's hearts.
I've never failed to take people
from elsewhere over the bridge
without them just going, "Wow!"
Great works of art encode
within themselves
messages that are at once
transcendent and enigmatic;
mysterious.
What does the Parthenon mean?
What does
Beethoven's Ninth mean?
What does Hamlet mean?
The Golden Gate Bridge means
many things.
It means the victory of San
Francisco over its environment;
it means San Francisco remains
competitive;
it means that people can cross
the channel more easily;
but it also means
something else.
It celebrates in a... in a
mysterious way, man's creativity
and the joy and wonder
of being on this planet.
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