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a flask of whiskey, six shots of tequila, and as
a special treat, a banana. Ah gee whiz, I'm gonna be smashed today. Enjoy your day of operating
sharp, dangerous farm equipment. I can't believe this is
an acceptable way to live. God bless America. Okay, gotta go. (loud crash) I love my life! (animated music) America, the land of
beautiful strip malls, top class infrastructure,
and wonderful urban sprawl. Ah, yes, beautiful America. But what's the most American
thing you can think of? The Statue of Liberty, Mount Rushmore, a crazy lady in a mobility
scooter yelling at a pigeon? Well, what if I told you
the answer is alcohol? That's right. When the Puritans arrived
on America's shores, they brought a ship packed with beer. George Washington provided his men with a daily cup of whiskey. Andrew Jackson's inauguration party left the White House so trashed that everybody had to be ordered outside. Frederick Douglass said whiskey made him feel like a president. Me too, Frederick, me too. Americans drink at breakfast. Doctors prescribe their
patients hard liquor. In the 19th century,
Americans drink three times as much as their modern-day counterparts. That's a lot of whiskey. Hey Jerry, how's that report coming along? Already done, sir. I've also organized your
paperwork, watered your flowers, and been a father figure to your children. Wait a minute. (sniffs) What's that smell? Have you been drinking at work? No sir, I would never. Well, why not?! Everyone else is doing it. But I got all my work done! You're fired! (glass shattering) (people cheering) Americans drink at work. They drink at barn raisings,
baptisms, and public hangings. Heavy drinking was so normal that it was as American as apple pie. Hi everyone, my name is
Ron and I'm an alcoholic. Get over yourself, Ron. We're all alcoholics. But more and more
Americans began to wonder whether all of this truly
was a normal way to live. Were Americans drinking
perhaps a little too much? Well, one group in particular thought the answer to that was yes. You know 'em. You love 'em. Women. (men laughing) Oh, crap, women! Run! (crowd yelling) Hang on! We just want to talk. Women talking in public? That's outrageous. Come on, Fred, you've got
two kids and a wife at home, yet here you are spending
your entire paycheck on booze. And you, Dr. Spanky, you run the cusp of
discovering time travel, but what did you discover instead? The sweet, sweet joys of whiskey. That's right, alcohol. It's destroying our families,
our jobs, and our homes. She's right, she's right. Hang on, men. Don't let them get to you. This saloon is our safe space
where our wives and children can't annoy us with reality
where we're free to be real men. He's right, he's right, I am a man. And what is it real men do? Take care of their families. I don't know what she's talking about. Do you take care of your family? No. We drink beer, we shoot
guns, and we mud wrestle! (men cheering) As America's heavy drinking
ruined more and more lives, moral resistance began to arise and women were at the forefront taking matters into their own hands at a time when women doing just
about anything was shocking. They'd had enough of being victim to their husbands' heavy drinking and they were gonna do
something unprecedented. You're going to what? I'm going to protest. (laughs) (coughs) Oh sweetie, women can't protest. (crowd yelling) Starting in Ohio before
spreading nationwide, women began a crusade against alcohol. They marched through towns and cities, singing hymns, gathering outside saloons, and praying on their knees. Women praying was so terrifying that in some towns schools were
shut and business stagnated. On one occasion, firemen were called out to hose down the dangerous praying women. On another, the owner of a beer garden reportedly hold a cannon outside and threatened to reduce
the savage women to dust. Nevertheless, they persisted. They formed the WCTU in
1874 and they organized. They set up homes for inebriate women. They installed water
fountains in public parks. They wrote textbooks for schoolchildren that contained some interesting claims about drinking alcohol. Here's little Timmy. Uh-oh, looks like Timmy's
gonna have his first drink. He's taking a small sip of whiskey and Timmy has spontaneously combusted. The end. The women's efforts weren't in vain. In small towns across America, drugstores agreed to stop fulfilling prescriptions for alcohol. Men committed themselves
to giving up drink. Inspired by the women's moral fervor, some saloon owners closed their doors. The women's crusade and
other temperance movements were forcing people to reconsider
alcohol's role in society, and more people began to side with the growing temperance movement. Many states had even begun enacting their own dry laws that restricted the sale and use of alcohol. One of them was Kansas where alcohol had been
outlawed since 1881. Despite this, many illegal
saloons remained open and authorities had done just
about nothing to stop them. One woman, disgusted by what she saw, decided she would take the
law into her own hands, and not just any woman, a
terrifying hatchet-wielding, sweet old lady named Carrie Nation. Armed with her trustee hatchet and a bag of what she called smashers, she traveled from town
to town visiting saloons, but she wasn't there to get smashed, she was there to smash. The men could do nothing but cower as sweet little Carrie hulked out and tore the place to shreds. She went to Kiowa and smashy smashed, Wichita, smashy smashed, to Piqua, smashy smashed. On a couple of occasions,
she was arrested, but each time they were like, okay, Carrie, we're gonna let you go so long as you promise to be a good girl and not smash up any more saloons, okay? Screw you pig! (spits) Yeah, I think she's gonna be all right. Smash, smash, smash. Carrie's tactics shocked the other members of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, but she assured them, and this is a quote, "Ladies, you do not know
how much joy you will have "until you smash, smash, smash." Carrie became a household name and she hoped her unusual tactics would spread across the country, but unfortunately, many of the women's movements
eventually slowed down. Why? Well, because of this kinda thing. Thelma! I ripped my pants again. Ugh, well, you'll have
to sew them yourself because I'm going out protesting. What?! I don't know how to sew. What if I burn the house down
and get eaten by alligators? What? Don't be stupid, Mitch! Look, I've gotta go. Call me stupid? She's the one who's stupid. (glass shattering) (loud explosion) Hey Thelma! Look who's stupid now? See, while the women were out protesting, there was nobody to do
the cooking and cleaning and being seen and not heard, and they gradually had to
return to their duties at home. But where the women had
got the ball rolling, a new movement was about to take that ball all the way to Washington, DC. I'm talking about the Anti-Saloon League. The Anti-Saloon League was
a political pressure group run by a very sweet-looking old man. But don't let that deceive you. This guy was an evil genius. While the women's movements were interested in a
whole range of issues, Wayne Wheeler and the Anti-Saloon League only cared about enemy
number one, Mr. Al Cohol, and as a result, they
were extremely effective. They were able to exploit the
fears of the American people. And I mean everyone's fears. Here's how they did it. Hello, sir, welcome to the
Liberal Progressive rally. Why don't you introduce yourself? Well, I'm Paddy and I'm
an immigrant from Ireland. And tell me, Paddy, do you drink? Oh yes, I drink a lot. See folks? People like Paddy come here
looking for a better life only to end up drunk in the gutter. Don't worry, sir, we're gonna help you. (people applauding) Hey man, you're doing great. I just need you for one more thing. Hey Christian Conservatives,
this is Paddy. He's a dirty Catholic Irish immigrant who's come to destroy America with his alcohol-fueled debauchery. (people cheering) Workers were told alcohol
was a capitalist ploy to keep them subjugated. Factory owners were told alcohol was making their
irresponsible workers lazy. The Black community was warned alcohol was hindering its progress while racists were warned alcohol would turn Black men into brutes. In one of the most confusing
eras of American politics, totally opposing groups
found themselves agreeing on at least one thing, alcohol was bad. The Anti-Saloon League also
made great use of propaganda, something prohibitionists
had been doing for decades. Take this specimen, for example, that warns what will happen
to you if you start drinking. Let's see, first you take a drink, you get a little rowdy, okay, you make some new friends. Nice. Then you become homeless. You turn to crime. And but, uh-oh. But the most effective tactic Wheeler used to force
prohibition on America was pressure politics. In any election he could, Wheeler very successfully rounded support against any politician who
was in favor of alcohol. In Ohio alone, he had
70 state representatives and the popular Republican
governor ousted from office and replaced with prohibitionists. Suddenly every politician in America was afraid of Wayne Wheeler. Even those who enjoyed alcohol in private began pretending to be
against it in public. Alcohol is delicious. I mean malicious. Sorry Wayne. I'm really drunk right now. Then it really hit the fan in
1917 when America found itself fighting in the First
World War against Germany. Anti-German sentiment exploded. Sauerkraut became Liberty Cabbage. German measles became Liberty measles. And dachshunds became
the embodiment of evil. See America? You've always been this way. The biggest brewers in
America were German, and Wheeler saw to it
that drinking alcohol became akin to pro-German treason. The German brewers desperately
tried to fight back, creating their own propaganda, presenting beer as a healthy beverage, one that you could even give to your kids. As you can imagine, it
didn't go down well. President Wilson instituted some temporary wartime prohibition measures
to save grain for food. And with many in the country
now in support of prohibition, all that was left was to make it law. One problem was that taxes
on alcohol made up nearly 40% of the US government's annual revenue, and the government wasn't
just about to give that up. No problem. The Anti-Saloon League
helped lobby for the creation of a new income tax on
the American people. And just like that, the government was no
longer reliant on alcohol. Prohibition was finally
introduced to Congress in 1913, not just as a law but a
constitutional amendment. In 1917 as the House held their final vote on the prohibition amendment, Wheeler was watching from the gallery. You spineless cowards. I know half of you drink yet here you are bowing down
to Ned Flanders up there. Look at him like he's some kind of Caesar. Ugh, don't be so dramatic. I obviously don't think I'm Caesar. Now release the lions. (lion roaring) In the end, prohibition
passed the House easily, 282 votes to 128. And the states ratified
the new amendment by 1919. America, a nation obsessed
with liberty and freedom, had just voluntarily
given up its private right to choose Whether or not to drink alcohol. We did it, folks!
(crowd cheering) We fixed everything. America will be perfect forever. But you just dissolved
America's fifth largest industry and lost tens of thousands
of jobs for us immigrants. No, you idiot. You don't get it. We helped you, idiot. Ugh, I could really go for a beer. Oh no! Immediately after
prohibition went into effect, alcohol consumption in America decreased as Americans followed the law and tried not drinking. Man, if we're gonna be
law-abiding good boys, we need something else to
fill the dark lonely void that delicious beer once did. Well, how about we crack open
a nice cold can of water? Hell, yeah, toss it over. Nah, this isn't doing it for me. Let's try knitting. This isn't filling the dark void at all. Wanna play some kites? Ah, screw it. Let's go get some illegal beer. While it seemed like many
Americans supported prohibition, after the law went into effect, it seemed like just as many Americans intended to keep on drinking and they would go on to
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new law went into effect, the failures of prohibition were already beginning
to rear their ugly heads. For starters, the details
of the new prohibition law written by none other
than Wayne Wheeler himself turned out to be more
draconian than expected. Many prohibition supporters only wanted to outlaw hard liquor and hoped beer would remain legal, but the Volstead Act
outlawed anything over .5%. That would make Liberty Cabbage illegal. Secondly, the new law
was full of loopholes that Americans very
quickly began to exploit. For example, while the sale and manufacturer of liquor was illegal, drinking it wasn't. And you could also keep
any alcohol you had before the law went into effect. So many private clubs hoarded
huge amounts of alcohol that saw them through the
entire prohibition period. Whiskey intended for medicinal
purposes was also allowed and doctors basically became bartenders. It looked as though a full-on
epidemic had broken out as there was a sudden surge
in prescriptions for whiskey. Sacramental wines used by
churches and synagogues were also permitted. Orders for communion wine
suspiciously skyrocketed by millions of gallons. And as rabbis had access
to religious wine, suddenly everyone was becoming a rabbi. You had Rabbi Pat O'Leary,
Rabbi LL Cool J, Rabbi Fluffy. But don't worry. I'm sure all these definitely
legitimate religious figures couldn't possibly be selling wine in the back alley after mass. Yep, definitely nothing
strange going on here. New products also hit
the shelves in stores, such as Vine-Glo, a brick
of dehydrated grape juice, itself not alcoholic and
therefore perfectly legal, but the packaging did contain
a strangely specific warning. After dissolving the brick
in a gallon of water, do not place the liquid in a jug in the cupboard for 20 days, because then it would turn into a wine. I'll take a thousand. Yes, sir. Now at this point, I want
you to think back for me, if you will, to the year 2005. You're the coolest kid around and you convince your parents to rent the greatest movie of all time
from your local Blockbuster. But the movie starts
with a strange message, something about not downloading a car. You immediately disregard
that and hop on Kazaa to download the greatest song of all time, and in the process drain
your dad's bank account with copious amounts of ransomware. You were breaking the
law, you bad boy or girl. But did anyone come to arrest you? No. That's my point. If no one is enforcing a law
while everyone's breaking it, is it really a law? And so it was with prohibition. See, the conservative-led
governments of the decade were also the kind of people who believed in small government spending. So they passed a law that would be extremely
difficult to enforce but also didn't wanna spend any of the money required to enforce it. The newly created Bureau of Prohibition only had 1500 agents to
cover the entire country. That's one agent for
every 70,666 Americans in a massive country with
12,000 miles of coastline and one gigantic land border with Canada. Good luck schmuckos. And all these clever little loopholes people were using to score legal booze were only just the beginning. America was about to devolve into alcohol-fueled criminal chaos. By outlawing it, prohibition had made alcohol
a precious commodity. And millions of Americans
would become outlaws as they found a variety of
ways to score illegal booze. For example, many Americans
began making their own liquor. Illegal stills for making moonshine were found by prohibition agents from the hills of Kentucky
and the caves of Arizona to parking lots in major
cities and even in the homes of prohibition-supporting politicians. Oh come on now, fellas,
I voted for prohibition. I'm not gonna have an illegal still. What's this? That's my son Freddie. Say hi, Freddy. Sir, this is obviously an illegal still. How dare you? Hey, what's this in the bathtub? That's bath water. Why does it taste like alcohol? Here's a better question. Why are you tasting my bath water, weirdo? Come on, Freddy. Let's get away from these perverts. To discourage moonshining, the government began adding extra toxins to many of the products
moonshiners were using which resulted in many cases
of severe illness and death. But alcohol wasn't just
being made at home. Along America's vast coastlines, rumrunners smuggled alcohol
into the country by sea. A floating supermarket known as Rum Row extended along the East Coast just beyond America's maritime limit. And bootleggers frequently
sailed out in small boats to pick up shipments of booze. These bootleggers could then be found selling their illegal products everywhere even in the halls of Congress. Wow, pop, one day, I wanna work here. Well, son, if you work
hard and never give up, one day even you could
be a massive hypocrite. Even President Harding was
known to serve his cabinet bootlegged whiskey. And some bootleggers were so successful, they became bazillionaires
such as Roy Olmsted, an ex-cop who became one
of the biggest employers in the Seattle area from smuggling booze. Unfortunately, all of his
whiskey came from Canada. Yuck. All of this criminality
was being made possible by copious amounts of corruption. Across the country, armies
of government officials were persuaded to turn a blind eye. Bootleggers became so rich it was no problem to stuff
a couple thousand dollars into the front pocket of the police chief or the mayor or their disapproving mother. And some cops were getting almost as rich as the bootleggers. All right, men, everyone gather in. I've received word that one of you has been taking bribes from bootleggers. Any ideas who? Kevin perhaps, got any thoughts? No, sir. Many police officers came from the same
communities that drank a lot and they weren't about to
arrest their own granddads for knocking back some homemade gin. But all this isn't to say there was no enforcement. Plenty of government officials were doing their best
to enforce the new laws. And some unlucky individuals received very harsh penalties such as a Michigan mother who
is sentenced to life in prison for small-scale moonshining. Cases like these were
widely reported in the media and only served to make
prohibition even more unpopular. But not just that, the media also loved to cover the exploits of the most famous bootleggers, turning them into national icons. One of the biggest bootleggers was a man named George Remus. Originally a lawyer, he watched as his bootlegger clients paid off enormous fines
like it was nothing and proclaimed bootlegging
is the business for me! But unlike most bootleggers,
Remus had big brain and he came up with a
pretty clever system. See, there were millions
of gallons of liquor produced before prohibition that were sitting in
distillery warehouses. And it could only be sold with government permission
to drug companies. So Remus set up his own drug company and bought all the liquor, then he set up his own transport company to transport the liquor, and then he would send
his own men out with guns to intercept his own transport vehicles, and this would happen. Hey man, this is a stick-up. Oh no, please don't hurt me. I won't hesitate to shoot. Please, I have a wife and kids. Handover all the whiskey, fatty. Hey, fatty isn't in the
script, you jerk! (sobs) After stealing all the
whiskey from himself, he could then sell it for big bucks. The perfect crime. Unfortunately, Remus was eventually caught by a goody two-shoes
prohibition director in Indiana who wouldn't take Remus's bribes. And the government found Remus guilty of violating the Volstead Act 3,000 times. For two years as Remus sat in prison, his wife promised to take
care of all of his money, and by take care of his money, she meant having an affair
with a prohibition agent, sell off everything Remus
owned, and file for divorce. When Remus finally got out and found his big fancy mansion
empty with his wife gone, he reportedly broke out in tears. A few months later,
during the divorce trial, he spotted his wife in
a car in Cincinnati. Remus hopped in a cab and asked the driver to run her off the road. The driver was like, okay. Then Remus got out of the
cab and shot his wife dead. He immediately handed
himself into the police. And his next trial, this time for murder, became a national sensation. Remus defended himself, claiming insanity, occasionally carrying
out skillful questioning, occasionally crying in the corner. But the nation felt bad for him. His wife had screwed him over. And so when after just 19
minutes of deliberation, the jury returned and
declared him not guilty. The court erupted into celebration. And just to remind you, this guy bluntly admitted
to murdering his wife. The American justice system. As alcohol poured into the nation, a lot of it was going to a new type of drinking establishment that had been booming in popularity, a secret drinking establishment. So secret that from the outside, they often looked like
ordinary shops or homes, so secret that you usually
needed a password to get in, so secret that everybody
knew about them, speakeasies. And once you were in, the
party went all night long. Scantily clad flappers,
snake ladies, jazz. It was a roaring time to be alive. Some publications even posted
reviews of these illegal clubs and bribes galore kept the party going. It seemed like half the police officers and federal agents in cities like New York were receiving kickbacks
from speakeasy owners. Hey, what the Kevin
Costner is going on here? Officer O'Hannity, taking
bribes, why am I not surprised? Prohibition director Simmons? For shame. Mom? What would dad say? Ask him yourself. Dad would say quit
being such a wet blanket and let daddy earn his tips. Anytime a speakeasy was
shut down by authorities, it seemed like three more
would just pop up elsewhere. And some neighborhoods
were so full of them that one resident began hanging a sign to try to keep party-goers from constantly knocking on her door. It really seemed like the
new laws regarding alcohol in some places were simply being ignored. And one prohibition agent
who traveled the country liked to see which city
was the most defiant by timing how long it took for him to be offered a beer after he arrived. His winner? New Orleans where a cab
driver offered him a drink after just 35 seconds. Bravo! Many voices in Congress
were already speaking out against prohibition and its failures. To display how ridiculous
the whole thing was, one Republican congressmen
gathered the media to all come and watch him
drink a homemade beer. When he asked a passing police officer if he'd like to arrest him, the officer said no. Hey Wayne, is all this
what you had in mind? I thought we were gonna
make the country better but it almost seems like it's worse. What do you mean? Alcohol consumption is down. Well, that may be true
in your small town world, but it says here drinking
in some areas is up as are arrests for public intoxication, drunk driving, and incidents
of liver cirrhosis. The general chaos has turned America into a nation of criminals
with no respect for the law. And all these attempts at enforcement are just costing the
economy valuable money and eating up judicial time and resources. Release the lions. (lion roaring) The social change and corruption that Wheeler and the Anti-Saloon League had been so eager to prevent, in the cities at least, was surging. See, when something is legal, you can usually regulate and control it, but make that thing illegal and often anything becomes fair game. Legal drinking age, gone. Mandatory closing hours
for clubs and bars, gone. Other unspoken sociocultural
rules surrounding alcohol, gone, gone, gone. In speakeasies, different
genders and ethnicities were beginning to mingle in a
way they hadn't done before. The roaring 20s saw a monumental shift in culture, not least of all, because now men and women
could flirt in public without being damned for eternity. An outraged Wayne Wheeler
did his best to make sure that anyone breaking the law was punished. He had even stricter legislation
put in place in New York. But all this did was clogged
up the justice system with petty drinking violations, and judges began letting
everyone off with like fines so the judges could get
back to dealing with things that actually mattered, things like murder, and there was plenty of murder, because bootleggers and
moonshiners were one thing, but prohibition had given
another kind of criminal an opportunity to make a fortune, mobsters and gangsters. Hey Fat Tony, big news. Hey Fat Joey, what's up? I just got word from Fat Louis here that the government is outlawing alcohol. You know what that means? That means we're gonna be rich. Quick, call Fat Paulie and let's go hijack a liquor truck now. All right. Hang on, let me tell my wife first. Hey Fat Susan, no pizza for
Fat Joey tonight, capeesh? Stopped calling me Fat Susan. Oh yeah, forget about it. Rival gangs began to
battle in American cities, raiding each other's transports,
assassinating rivals, and trying to take control of their city's illicit booze trade. Every city had its top dog. Detroit had The Purple Gang, New England had Charles King Solomon, but no city was as infamous for gang violence and murder as Chicago. The city had multiple gang factions, and at first, they agreed to stay in their own neighborhoods, but the thing about criminals
is that they're criminals, and the agreements inevitably broke down. One day the leader of the
Italian South Side Gang was walking along the
street when this happened. (machine guns firing) And he was like, "You know,
I think I'm done with this," and left for New York, leaving his crime empire
to his chief enforcer, none other than Al Capone. Having been knifed in the
face in his younger years, Capone earned himself the name Scarface. Although interestingly,
he hated that nickname and preferred to be called Snorky. Snorky was ruthless just like any other
gang leader in America, but what set him apart from others, the reason he's become synonymous with 1920's gang warfare is this. Most other gang leaders would
try to keep a low profile because they're killing
and murdering and stuff, but Capone lived for the fame and kept an extremely high public profile, frequently speaking with
the media about his exploits and presenting himself as a gracious host, providing Chicago with good times. No need to thank me fellows. I just provide the city
with a valuable commodity while doing away with the competition. You mean you murder people? Whoa, who said anything about murder? I just forced my rivals underground. When you do the thing with the hands, it seems like you're talking about murder. Whoa, look at you with the brains. No, no, I just help
people retire from life. So murder? Whoa! Al Snorky Capone was
somewhat of an enigma, brutal in how he dealt with enemies, but in front of the
camera he was all smiles. One day he'd be ordering hit after hit, the next, he'd be signing
autographs in Wrigley Field. One day he'd be bludgeoning
members of his own gang with a baseball bat for
conspiring against him, the next, he'd be playing Santa at a nearby parochial school. And no murder could ever
be traced back to him. Just like every other criminal, he stuffed the pockets of city officials with cold hard cash, and any who did try to oppose
him sometimes found themselves being thrown down the steps of
city hall in broad daylight. Problem solved. The public couldn't get enough of Capone. He quickly became a household name as people romanticized
the gang life he lived, and this became a source of concern for the people at the very top. President Hoover. What is it now, Miles? I'm busy. Well, it's just that
there's a lot of crime, sir. Crime. How long has that been happening? Well, since the dawn of man, sir. What? Would you like me to blame
it on the Democrats again? No, Miles, I want you to
blame it on squirrels. Yes, the Democrats! Now stop wasting my time. Since having a crime lord
controlling public officials and winning the hearts of the people probably wasn't a good thing, Hoover personally ordered
that something be done about this Capone fellow. But before he knew it, President Hoover was also dealing with another major problem. You know 'em, you love 'em. Women. The prohibition era had been
going on for nearly a decade, and anyone with a brain could see that it really wasn't going very well. One person with a brain was Pauline Sabin, an extremely influential and rich woman who served on the Republican
National Committee, fund-raised for Republican presidents, and had a secret wine
room in her giant mansion. She initially supported prohibition but was now disgusted at
the chaos it had created. And she began a new women's movement, this time not for
prohibition, but against it. Being the extremely
influential woman she was, her new organization gained nearly 1.5 million
members within two years, five times that of the Woman's
Christian Temperance Union. She hated that the WCTU
claimed to speak for all women and she began calling for the
repeal of the 18th Amendment. President Hoover, I
helped fund your campaign and now I want you to end prohibition. Miles, what is it I say when
I'm not gonna do anything? You'll look into it, sir. Oh yeah, that's right. Pauline, I'll look into it. Sabin gave speeches on
the steps of Congress and helped started growing push among the American people
against prohibition. But Hoover, a prohibitionist
himself, wasn't budging. Then on the 14th of February 1929, something happened that
shocked the nation. Men thought to be working for Al Capone tricked some Irish
mobsters into meeting them at a garage in Chicago, thinking they were there to
purchase hijacked whiskey, instead the mobsters were
lined up against the wall by men dressed as police
and they were shot. The Valentine's Day Massacre
had people outraged. It was cruel and almost
felt like American mobsters had finally crossed the line. People were sick of the violence, and in part they blamed prohibition for helping to create it. The pressure on Hoover to do something was steadily increasing. Fine. Miles, I want you to put a report together to see if this whole thing is working. You mean the thing where mobsters are becoming increasingly powerful and massacring each other in the streets and everyone is disregarding the law and half our public officials are corrupt and taking bribes? That thing? Yeah, I wanna know if it's
working or not, Miles. Stop wasting my time. Hoover continued to drag
his feet on prohibition, but after the Valentine's Day Massacre, he was still determined to do one thing. He wanted Al Capone in prison. Since Capone had been so careful, the FBI were having a hard time
charging him with anything, but eventually they got him. Capone, we know you're
supplying Chicago with alcohol and you've been involved
in countless murders. Whoa, look at you with the crazy talk. I ain't done none of that stuff. But you're rich, right? You're damn right I am. And so where'd all the
money come from, Capone? All right, I'll let you
in on a little secret, but you gotta promise
not to tell anyone, okay? I don't pay my taxes. Whoa! For all of his murdering, the IRS finally got Capone on tax evasion. At his trial, he didn't
seem too concern though and spent most of his time
having a laugh with his lawyers. Hey Capone, I gotta know, why are you so confident
you're gonna win here? Well, your honor, because I'm
an honest man with a big heart who's passionate about working
for the good of the people and also because I threatened
the entire jury's families. Luckily at the last minute, the judge replaced the entire
jury pool with a new one that Capone's men hadn't yet got to, and Capone was found guilty. He was sentenced to 11
years in federal prison, the harshest penalty ever
given to a tax evader. But even with Capone locked away, the violence in Chicago
and other cities continued, and in response, the
movement against prohibition continued to grow. And the final nail in
prohibition's coffin came in 1929. After a decade of booming economic growth under three Republican presidents, the stock market plummeted and America was thrown into the grips of the Great Depression. It was an awful time. One out of every five workers, 15 million people, would lose their jobs. Half the nation's banks failed. Temporary shantytowns were built for the broke and
homeless in public parks. Suddenly very few people had
time to care about prohibition. Expensive enforcement
of an unenforceable law didn't seem like that big of a priority when people were having
their homes repossessed and losing their life savings. And many began to argue
that repealing prohibition would create vital jobs and
tax revenue for the government, yet President Hoover doubled down. Here's that report you asked for, sir. Gimme. Prohibition is great. Fantastic news. Sir, it says here prohibition is great at undermining the rule of law in America. Miles, it says the word great. That means good. Now stop wasting my time. The public increasingly shocked at the violence they saw on the streets, the corruption they saw in the government, the general disregard for the law, and now an economic calamity, had had enough. For his reelection, Hoover
faced the democratic candidate who promised to finally do
something about prohibition, Franklin D. Roosevelt. Crowds cheered as FDR made his campaign speeches promising to modify the Volstead Act. And Pauline Sabin, a lifelong Republican, along with her 1.5 million
supporters, endorsed Roosevelt. And on election day, it was a landslide. Before FDR had even taken office, Republicans in Congress began the process of passing the 21st Amendment
to repeal prohibition. One of FDR's first acts as president was to pass the Beer Permit
Act which made beer legal while the new amendment
was being ratified. In 1933 with the passage
of the 21st Amendment, prohibition was finally over, and the people celebrated like they had just won a World War. Bars and taverns were packed. The WCTU were inconsolable. Wayne Wheeler was dead. And the celebration, particularly in American
cities, was intense. Heading into the mid-1930s, the effects of prohibition
were clear to see. From now on, culture
around drinking had changed with men and women drinking
together not in saloons but in bars and taverns. The crime syndicates that
had been given so much power through prohibition remained powerful as they moved on to other things. Some states opted to remain dry with Oklahoma only repealing
its prohibition laws in 1959. To this day, there are
still counties in America with some form of prohibition. So what did we learn today, kids? What's the big lesson here? What's the moral of this story that we can all take away and apply to our day-to-day lives? Maybe that you shouldn't
force your own morals on others who don't share them? Maybe that if you tell
Americans not to do something, that's the one thing
they'll definitely do. Or maybe there is no lesson. Maybe we're all just a
bunch of dumb stinky idiots and we're all doomed. The end. (upbeat music)
Fans: We want the Napoleonic wars and the Seven Years war and-
Oversimplified: What about alcohol prohibition and crime
Fans: Forget Napoleon
Is it Christmas already? I live for these video drops!
New meme
RELEASE THE LIONS.
I remember asking if this would be a cool topic a couple months back
And hey look it happened!
It's my finals week and I have been stressed out non-stop, this made my day.
Oh fucking ayy let’s go boys
No surprise, but it’s a great and surprisingly relevant video.
Best timing! Christmas came early, and I have a test over the 1920s tomorrow
Based FDR.