Rough-and-Tumble Lost Neighborhood of Murder Bay

The old neighborhood of Murder Bay intrigues me — I’m sure the name itself piques your macabre interest — and have seen a couple interesting posts on the subject lately, over at Kim Bender’s The Location and WAMU.

If you’re the kind of person that thinks walking home from Wonderland is sketchy, needs bars on your windows in Eckington or believes Petworth is a “fringe” neighborhood, you wouldn’t stand a chance in Murder Bay.

Murder Bay was a dumpy, slummy, and most notably, terribly dangerous neighborhood just east of the White House. Within the confines of Murder Bay — now occupied by the massive buildings of Federal Triangle — was Hooker’s Division, or “The Division,” in which there were close to 100 houses of prostitution.

Murder Bay in 1855 (Smithsonian)
Murder Bay in 1855 (Smithsonian)

The Division gained its name from Brigadier General Joseph Hooker. Camped with his troops outside of Washington during the Civil War, the mischievous shenanigans of his soldiers during off-duty hours frustrated Hooker and, in trying to curb irresponsible behavior, he forced all the lascivious behavior into a centralized spot in Murder Bay. While not solving the problem, he at least aided the military police in localizing and containing the behavior into a manageable neighborhood of vice (manageable is used very loosely here).

There is some debate about the etymology of the colloquialism “hooker,” with some pointing to “Hooker’s Division” as the origin of the label. There are other stories, but in the interest of supporting this DC-centric blog, let’s stick with that one. It’s a cool story … but make sure you caveat it when sharing it around.

Hooker's Division map in 1890s (Library of Congress)
Hooker’s Division map in 1890s (Library of Congress)

So, in my research, I came across an excellent article summing up the history of Murder Bay. By the time of this article in the Washington Post, July 8th, 1888, the worst of neighborhood had been tamed. Washington was attempting to become a modern city and there was no place for this epicenter of death and vice.

The piece gives a great description of Murder Bay, painting a picture of a rough-and-tumble part of town full of the most unsavory characters.

Then the streets were unpaved, except certain of the principal thoroughfares; the houses were for the most part mean and straggling, while the moral atmosphere was almost in accord with the condition of the town itself. Gambling establishments, some of the highest order, and descending by gradations to dens of the lowest character, where life itself was frequently sacrificed on the turning of a card. Thieves and unprincipled men and women, as ready to cut a throat as pick a pocket, flourished and walked the streets in certain sections in open daylight, while at night they frequented the haunts of vice and selected their victims from among the unsophisticated without fear of law or justice. In those sections it was unsafe for any one with the slightest appearance of respectability to enter after nightfall. There were, of course, the respectable sections, and numbers of people lived here and mingled in society who knew little or nothing of the darker localities, except as they were brough to their attention through the newspapers; but to the people who saw down-town life, as it may be termed, after the town was buried in darkness, except for the straggling rays from dim street lamps or the light from the saloons and gambling places, Washington was a wild and weird place.

This place sounds bleak. I’ve read other descriptions mentioning how the roads were constantly muddy due to proximity to the canal and it was a black, odorous mud “making even the ground consistent with the depravity that existed there.” It was so dangerous that even the police avoided the area as much as possible.

One of the first murders about this time that brought attention to Murder bay was the killing og a negro named Rideout. He had gone into Murder Bay with his week’s wages in his pocket, and was found the next morning lying on the bank of the canal with his throat cut from ear to ear. No one knew how it occurred, nor did the efforts of the police result in finding a single clue to his murderer. Then began a series of crimes which continued for the next four or five years. Men were known to go into Murder Bay and were not heard of again until their bodies were discovered in the canal or found buried in ash dumps. Robberies of the most daring nature occurred in rapid succession. Men were carried from the streets into this locality and stripped of whatever they possessed, lucky, indeed, if they escaped with their lives; while fights between blacks and whites were constantly occurring. The locality abounded in dingy saloons, and the soldiers flocked there in numbers, and added to the general disorder, as they fought among themselves, crazed with the vile whisky that was served them. How many men lost their lives there it is impossible to estimate. The police were powerless to suppress the disorder to detect the criminals, and many of the crimes were not even investigated.

One of the last of the horror discovered there was the finding of the body of a young white woman buried beneath an ash-heap. Her body was never identified, nor were her murderers ever discovered.

It took some time, but the local police eventually asserted their authority over the area when they apprehended a murder suspect and successfully had him prosecuted, convicted and punished. And so began the steady progression of the neighborhood to a more civilized one.

Illustration of a perceived scenario of sexual misconduct in 1883 (Smithsonian)
Illustration of a perceived scenario of sexual misconduct in 1883 (Smithsonian)

A rather interesting fact was that, prior to the police exerting their jurisdictional authority over Murder bay, it was the volunteer firemen who were the de facto peacekeepers. The irony was that they were a rowdy bunch, equally guilty of disturbing the peace.

Brientown, which as stated before was located at the western extremity of Murder Bay, had a rather romantic ending years before Murder Bay was wiped out of existence. At this time the volunteer fire companies assumed to be, to some extent the regulators or morals and the principal law breakers of the city at the same time. They were a wild, reckless set, but meant well except when fighting other companies. One of the engine-houses was located near where Allison Nailor’s stables now stand, and the ringleader of the gang that assembled there was a man from Baltimore named Moses Bronson. Moses’s gang was known as the Rangers, and they prided themselves on never refusing a fight. One day while Moses and his gang were standing in front of the engine house a lady passed weeping bitterly.

“Sissy, you seem to be trouble,” said Mose [sic], stopping her, with the manner of a cowboy.

The lady was frightened and attempted to run away, but Mose stopped her and insisted on knowing why she was crying. She called him a brute, accused him of making light of her trouble, but finally told him what the matter was. Her husband, she said, was spending all his time and money with a woman in one of the disreputable houses in Brientown. “Leave this matter to me,” said the leader of the Rangers, and the lady did so.

Half an hour later the Rangers were in Brientown, and Brientown was in flames, while the faithless husband was fleeing across the Monument grounds in the direction of Van Ness Park. No one attempted to extinguish the flames, nor were any inquiries made concerning the incendiaries, and the burning of Brientown was regarded as a good riddance of a very great evil. When Murder bay was finally cleaned out, the two worst localities that the city has ever known disappeared.

By the way, why isn’t there a bar named Murder Bay? Or maybe the innocuously named Brientown? I need to open a bar. Do you have any other facts or trivia about Murder Bay? Add them in the comments below to share them with everyone else.

View of Red Light District on C. Street, N.W., near 13th, with Griffin Veatch, who was showing me around. No. 6 Special Messenger Service, 1223 New York Ave., N.W.; he lives 1643 Cramer St., N.E. He said he commenced the messenger service at 11 yrs. old. Has worked all night a couple of years, and now works until 10 P.M. Is known to Truant Officers. Family has had trouble with him. Says he is 17 but doesn't look it. Quite profane, but (apparently) not very wise about this district although he says he goes to these houses occasionally. Location: Washington (D.C.), District of Columbia. (Library of Congress)
View of Red Light District on C. Street, N.W., near 13th, with Griffin Veatch, who was showing me around. No. 6 Special Messenger Service, 1223 New York Ave., N.W.; he lives 1643 Cramer St., N.E. He said he commenced the messenger service at 11 yrs. old. Has worked all night a couple of years, and now works until 10 P.M. Is known to Truant Officers. Family has had trouble with him. Says he is 17 but doesn’t look it. Quite profane, but (apparently) not very wise about this district although he says he goes to these houses occasionally. Location: Washington (D.C.), District of Columbia. (Library of Congress)

Oh, also, you can walk the Cultural Tourism DC heritage trail around Federal Triangle to learn more about it. I highly recommend checking out their signs the next time you’re down there.

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Tom founded Ghosts of DC on January 4th, 2012 as a blog to uncover the lost and untold history of Washington, D.C. He has lived in the city for over a decade and loves exploring every corner of the District.

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  • It would be helpful to provide citations (paper / date / page) for the article quotes. Many DC neighborhood / area names of the 19th / early 20th c. were reused in several quadrants of the city, never had firm boundaries, and often changed in size over time (and sometimes were only memorialized in print through a haze of nostalgia, decades after they had been built over, knocked down, etc.)

    You can really only begin to get a feel for where these places were, and where Washingtonians of the period *thought* they were by comparing multiple sources.

    • Sorry about that. Neglected this time to mention it was the Washington Post.

      • David Durost

        So Gen.
        Hooker didn’t personally approve of troops lack of moral behavior with prostitutes? According to Military
        Historian Dr. Ethan Rafuse when Hooker took command of the Army of the Potomac
        the morale was quite and he understood there need to be changes and was to
        grant liberal furloughs and soldiers ventured into D.C took to fulfill
        themselves with sexual pleasure. Hooker understood this was important to the
        men so that why sent the Provost Marshall to round up all the women of low
        virtue so that they could be monitored by doctors. So it seems that
        Hooker did not have any moral qualms with men fornicating. Otherwise why didn’t
        issue order forbidding Troops being near sleazy women?

  • JH

    kinda off topic, but noticed something on that map. when and why was Ohio Avenue moved and why is it now just Ohio Drive? Kinda a demotion.

    • According to the ever reliable wikipedia, “In the 19th century, an Ohio Avenue did exist just south of and parallel to Pennsylvania Avenue. The street ran only a few blocks. The avenue was obliterated in the early 20th century by the Federal Triangle complex proposed by the 1902 Senate Park Commission Plan. The Ronald Reagan Building, the United States Department of Commerce and the Internal Revenue Service currently sit on the path of the old Ohio Avenue.”

    • Because Warren G. Harding was from Ohio. 😉 kidding of course

  • christine

    I am not so sure that Brientown was an innocuous name. I think it probably referred to the Irish population in a somewhat derogatory way.

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  • Kathleen

    Facinating. Has there been a murder mystery written that took place in Murder Bay? I love murder mysteries!

  • Ben Fortney

    Great post GoDC, love the seamy side of things.

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  • Patrick

    I work as a docent at the General Joseph Hooker House in Sonoma, CA. While the older docents don’t subscribe to the term hooker being associated with Joe, I do. While prostitutes were called hookers before this period because they hooked their prey, Joseph Hooker’s name popularized the term the same way everyone calls tissue paper Kleenex.

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  • Brendan

    Interesting that Murder Bay seems to be located between Ford’s Theater and the National Gallery – the sites of the first two presidential murders.

    • Brendan

      …which took place, of course, in 1865 and 1881, well within the timeline of Murder Bay’s notoriety.

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  • Great post, Ghosts of DC! I am picturing my head as this area being where L’Enfant and parts eastward are located. I would love to see more before/after split photos, I am sure some of your readers would craft them (I don’t have that skill).

  • Tracy

    VERY interesting story! Thanks for posting!

  • Neil Perry

    “One of the first murders about this time that brought attention to Murder bay was the killing og a negro named Rideout.” guess typos existed even back in the day of quill pens. 😉

    really interesting, thanks for writing!!

  • D_Rez

    The period prose is a bit breathless, IMO.

  • Jaspr Eshields

    I was part of the archaeological field crew from John Milner Associates that excavated in this same area for the footprint of the National Museum of the American Indian in the mid 90’s. Due to the anaerobic sediments associated with the marsh there, we were finding well preserved fish net stockings, brass pins and plenty of coins. The fish nets were particularly telling.


  • Seth Macy

    Do you know anything about the Marble Alley section of Murder Bay? It’s listed in the Murder Bay Wikipedia article as being where the expensive brothels were located… I’m wondering what the atmosphere was like there, who visited, etc. General Hooker’s soldiers wouldn’t have been able to afford it, so maybe the upper tier of the army? The rich in DC? Foreign diplomats? It’s interesting that the problem with the brothels arose due to the army, but you can’t blame soldiers for the elite brothels… so far, having trouble turning up anything else about Marble Alley. Fun to speculate though.