A Hero’s Tale

A century ago this month, Tom Lee gained national fame for rescuing passengers after a riverboat disaster near Memphis. Here’s the story of the man behind the myth.

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In less than a minute the boat rolled over, pitching the young woman and her fellow passengers into the river. The current was swift, the water surprisingly cold. Frantically, she kicked and splashed in a desperate effort to stay afloat.

It was no use. She had no life preserver, and her waterlogged dress twisted around her legs. When she tried to scream out, the muddy water choked her. Struggling feebly, she slowly sank, until only her long hair trailed on the surface …

In a flash, a muscled arm thrust into the water, gripped the woman by her hair, and yanked her into a tiny boat. Spitting and gasping, she looked up into the face of her savior, a river worker named Tom Lee.

Lee managed to pull more than 30 people from the Mississippi River after the steamer M.E. Norman overturned near Memphis. Today, his brave deeds are sometimes forgotten, brought to mind only when visitors pause to admire the monuments erected in the riverfront park named after him. This is the story of Tom Lee, a true Memphis hero.

On the sunny spring morning of May 8, 1925, Tom Lee cranked up the outboard motor on the battered wooden boat he called the Zev and headed downstream. The 39-year-old roustabout was employed by a company doing levee repair work along the river. Lee served as a jack-of-all-trades, and his job today was to ferry his boss downriver to Helena, Arkansas, and then return to Memphis. It would be an easy task, though any work on the water had a special danger for Lee — he had never learned to swim.

Two other boats, both larger and grander than Lee’s craft, also pulled out of Memphis that morning. They were the Choctaw and the M.E. Norman, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers vessels. The Mid-South Chapter of the American Society of Civil Engineers was holding its first annual meeting in Memphis, and the Engineers Club of Memphis had arranged a special outing for the delegates. The two boats would carry more than 150 engineers and their families to view the big revetment project under way at Pinckney Landing, some 20 miles south of the city.

A little before noon, both vessels pulled into the channel and slowly chugged downstream. Only one would return.

The Norman was a sternwheeler, 114 feet long, with twin smokestacks and two decks. Less than a year old, the ship was modern in every way, and the inefficient coal-burning system originally installed on her had been converted to oil just a few weeks before. In fact, this would be the Norman’s first voyage using the new system, which replaced coal bunkers in the hold with tanks carrying tons of fuel.

One passenger, alarmed by the way the ship wallowed in the river, found little reassurance from a crewman about the water spilling over her feet. “Yes, ma’am, I know,” the crewman responded, “and we’re mighty concerned about it.”

It was also the first time the Norman had ever carried passengers. The ship was a towboat, with accommodations for a small crew. But on the morning of May 8th, with her oil tanks filled to capacity, the Norman took on the additional weight of 72 passengers.

Captain Howard Fenton was a capable riverman who had worked on ships up and down the Mississippi for 39 years. If he thought the Norman was overloaded as the men, women, and children clambered aboard, he never said so. He might not have known better, for Fenton had just been transferred to this boat. He had never piloted the Norman before.

Leroy Hidinger Jr. was a young passenger on the Norman that day. In an interview years later as part of the University of Memphis’ Oral History Project, he recalled an ominous vision the morning of the voyage:

“My father, grandfather, and I went down to get in the car. And before Daddy could start the automobile, I jumped out of it, and cried, ‘Daddy, I don’t want to go. The boat’s going to sink!’ But my father and grandfather said, ‘Son, the boat’s not going to sink. You’re just needlessly scared, and it’s all in your head.’ So he took my hand and we went down to the river.”

Some of the other passengers weren’t quite so confident. As the Norman headed downstream, small waves kicked up by the Choctaw steaming ahead washed over her lower deck. One passenger, alarmed by the way the ship wallowed in the river, found little reassurance from a crewman about the water spilling over her feet. “Yes, ma’am, I know,” the crewman responded, “and we’re mighty concerned about it.”

Despite the apparent danger, both boats tied up at Pinckney Landing on the Arkansas side by noon. Most of the men left the boats to scamper over the revetment work — huge mats woven from willow branches that kept the river from chewing away the mud banks — while their families lingered on board and snacked on box lunches.

At the landing, the inspection tour was over, and the engineers boarded the Choctaw and Norman for the two-hour return trip home. Henry Wilkinson, a convention delegate from Washington, had ridden the Norman downstream, but he felt a strange urge to change boats. He stepped aboard the Choctaw just as it moved away from the banks.

Back at Helena, Lee yanked the starter rope of the Zev and whistled as the motor fired up and hummed smoothly. He would be home soon now, he thought, as the Zev puttered north. Far ahead of him upstream, he could make out the smoke of two steamers.

The Choctaw, lighter and faster than the Norman, soon left the other craft behind. Passengers looked back at the slower boat until they lost sight of it around a bend in the river, and no one aboard suspected the Norman was in trouble.

But Tom Lee certainly did. He had zipped past the big steamer a few miles above Pinckney Landing, and saw that something was wrong. Lee cut the motor on the Zev and watched the boat over his shoulder. As he later put it, “She was riding serious.”

Aboard the Norman, Captain Fenton fought to maintain control of his boat. After leaving the landing, the boat had listed to starboard. The captain knew that the current would cause that, but he was worried. Other boats he had piloted always righted themselves after a while. This boat heeled over and stayed there.

Fenton instructed the passengers to move to the high side of the vessel to balance her. This strategy slowly leveled the boat, but the ship began to tilt again, and the list gradually grew steeper until passengers could no longer keep their footing on the slanted decks.

Fenton knew the ship was doomed. The crew rushed to toss out life preservers and anything else that would float, as the captain heaved the wheel over — perhaps there was time to reach the Mississippi shore before capsizing.

He was too late. The boat was caught crossways in the current. The powerful current swelled against the hull, already heeled over at a dangerous angle, and lifted the port side of the vessel clear out of the water. In seconds, the Norman rolled over in midstream, trapping dozens of passengers in the screened-in main cabin, and hurling the others into the murky water.

Some of the luckier ones had donned life jackets. Others struggled in the cold water to reach anything that would hold them up. A few managed to splash back to the upturned hull of the Norman, but this provided only a brief refuge. The ship floated upside down for only five minutes before plunging to the bottom.

Seventy-two men, women, and children were at the mercy of the river. The chilly water was numbing. Heavy suits and dresses made swimming impossible, and the current swept them downstream. Several of the passengers, injured when the ship overturned or unable to swim, drowned almost immediately. Others splashed frantically in the water until they were exhausted by their struggles. Some tried to make it to shore; one man was seen to swim within 20 feet of the bank, when he sank beneath the surface. Most of the passengers could do nothing against the swift current but bob helplessly in the water.

As soon as he saw the Norman turn over, Tom Lee whipped the Zev around and raced to the scene. He realized that the people in the water could easily swamp his little boat, so he expertly maneuvered between the victims to reach them one at a time. Lee hurriedly filled the boat with eight half-drowned passengers, carried them to a sandbar, and returned for more.

Despite their predicament, most of the passengers stayed surprisingly calm. Later Lee told a reporter, “They didn’t lose their heads like a lot of crazy folks I’ve seen in the water. I guess it’s a good thing they didn’t or I sure would have got scared too. The sensiblest drowning folks I ever saw — just waited for me when I waved at them, and I caught them in the Zev.”

Captain Fenton leapt through the pilothouse window when the Norman flipped and dog-paddled over to a bundle of life preservers. He could barely hold his head above water before Lee pulled him aboard the Zev. Another passenger was able to swim close to the banks, but the rough current kept pushing him away. Unable to move, he knotted his tie around a willow by the shore and moored himself there until Lee could get to him.

The last passenger Lee pulled from the river was a prominent Memphis socialite named Margaret Oates, who managed to stay afloat by popping open her parasol and trapping air beneath it. (This clever lady later married cotton merchant Hugo Dixon, and the arts patrons would later open their home, The Dixon Gallery and Gardens, to the city.)

Tom Lee eventually saved 32 people, and only a dozen or so of the Norman’s survivors made it to shore without his help. The disaster also produced other heroes that afternoon. Crewman Roy Thompson remained in the engine room and drew off steam so the boilers wouldn’t explode when the water hit them; he drowned at his post. M.G. Overstreet, an Ole Miss student, swam safely to shore, then dove back into the river to rescue seven other passengers. Engineer A.E. Fry assisted Lee during his later trips by lying across the bow of the Zev and pulling people into the boat. Another engineer, E.H. Bowser, helped his companions into Lee’s boat but refused to get in himself. He swam off to aid a woman and child nearby and was never seen again.

After Lee made four trips to the sandbar, he paused long enough to gather driftwood and build a fire for the survivors, who were shivering from the shock and cold. Then he went back out on the river. “I beat it out in the Zev again,” Lee recalled later, “looking around the banks below, because I know a lot of them had gone and got drowned.”

By now news of the tragedy had reached Memphis. One of the passengers had stumbled through the cotton fields to a nearby farmhouse, which luckily had a telephone. His call brought doctors, ambulances, and reporters rushing to the scene.

When the Choctaw finally reached Memphis that afternoon, more than a thousand people were anxiously waiting for her at the dock. Her passengers were stunned by the terrible news — they thought the Norman was just behind them. More doctors, along with relatives and other concerned citizens, including Mayor Rowlett Paine, jammed aboard the vessel as it steamed back to where it had last seen the Norman. Downstream, other boats now headed north, alerted to the disaster when floating wreckage, life preservers, and a huge oil slick drifted past them.

The Norman survivors returned to Memphis that night aboard the Choctaw and talked to the newspapers about the unknown Black man who had saved them. Reporters were eager to find Tom Lee, but he was still out on the river. Even after other ships had arrived at the scene, he remained in the Zev and helped search for bodies until morning.

“That the rescue fleet is engaged in a solemn task is in the air; the isolation, the sound of the swirling waters, the sight of wreckage from the Norman coming to the surface, and the realization of the scenes that must be faced later all tend to impress upon one’s mind the horror of the disaster.”

Twenty-three passengers were missing, and the authorities were determined to recover the bodies. Many of the dead were probably trapped in the ship, so professional divers were brought in from St. Louis to explore the wreck. The Norman’s hull was located by morning, lying on its side in 50 feet of water, but the divers were repeatedly swept away by the swift current.

Workers tried to raise the vessel by looping huge chains under the hull and winching it to the surface, but again the current made this impossible. Instead, the authorities decided to free the bodies — if there were any — by using an anchor as a grappling hook. Over the next few days, large chunks of the boat’s superstructure were pulled up, but no bodies appeared.

The Commercial Appeal was grimly poetic as it described the salvage efforts: “That the rescue fleet is engaged in a solemn task is in the air; the isolation, the sound of the swirling waters, the sight of wreckage from the Norman coming to the surface, and the realization of the scenes that must be faced later all tend to impress upon one’s mind the horror of the disaster.”

The work was slow and tedious. At one sweep of the anchor a brightly colored bundle of cloth burst to the surface, drawing a gasp from onlookers. But it was not a corpse, only the Norman’s ten-foot flag, still tied to the stern mast.

Later that day, a portion of the galley wall was tugged loose, with the attached wall clock stopped at the exact time of the sinking: 4:50 p.m. The Norman was finally blasted apart with dynamite in a final attempt to dislodge any bodies. None appeared. Some of the bodies were later recovered far downstream, but other victims remained lost forever.

And what of Tom Lee during all this? A quiet and considerably bashful man, he seemed genuinely embarrassed by the spotlight now focused on him, and modestly claimed, “I guess I didn’t do any more than anyone else would have done in my place.” Memphians couldn’t agree with that. Newspaper photographers posed Lee in the rumpled clothes he wore during the rescue, shaking hands with Mayor Rowlette Paine and standing in the equally famous Zev.

Tributes poured in from Norman survivors and others impressed with Lee’s bravery. Captain Fenton wrote a letter to The Commercial Appeal, in part justifying his actions that day, but still declaring, “Lee deserves the greatest of credit for the manner in which he handled his motorboat and saved the lives of at least 25 people.”

One of those Lee saved, J.M. Wood, summed it up neatly: “We all owe our lives to Tom Lee. That’s all there is to it.” Julius Goodman, the Memphis jeweler, presented Lee with a handsome gold watch. Lee also traveled to Washington to meet President Calvin Coolidge, who shook his hand and echoed others’ sentiments that he was a “real hero.”

James Kilgore, a 9-year-old boy from Mississippi, sent in his gift with a scrawled note: “Here is 50 cents. I am a little farmer boy and widow’s little boy, but I wanted to send something to help out, so I sold my pet hen and here is the money.”

The Commercial Appeal urged that Lee be awarded the Carnegie Medal for heroism, and not to be outdone, the Memphis Press-Scimitar declared, “We do not know what the rule of the government is about giving pensions to civilians, but if there is no rule against it, Tom should be made comfortable for life. And if there is a precedent against it, then this is a favorable time to break it.”

So the Engineers Club of Memphis, which had lost so many members on the Norman, raised funds to buy a home for the hero. People made donations ranging from ten cents to hundreds of dollars. Mayor Paine presented Lee with $10; Margaret Oates, the young woman with the parasol, donated $100. James Kilgore, a 9-year-old boy from Mississippi, sent in his gift with a scrawled note: “Here is 50 cents. I am a little farmer boy and widow’s little boy, but I wanted to send something to help out, so I sold my pet hen and here is the money.”

In a matter of weeks, enough funds were raised to buy Lee a small brick house, still standing at 923 North Mansfield. He was also given a more secure — and considerably safer — job with the city’s sanitation department, earning 20 cents per hour. Today that hardly seems a generous reward for a hero, but in the 1920s, it was perhaps the best job an unskilled Black laborer could get. At any rate, he worked there for the next 20 years.

When Lee was granted early retirement in 1948, the city allowed him a pension nearly double what he would have ordinarily received. And every year, from 1925 until his death, the Engineers Club gave him $50 and a gift at Christmas.

Tom Lee died of cancer in 1952. His wife, Margaret, who lived with him on Mansfield until his death, moved to California and died there in the 1970s. Mayor E.H. Crump decided the hero deserved a more appropriate tribute than the segregated, Blacks-only swimming pool on Ayers that had been named for Lee in 1942 (closed and demolished in 2022).

So, with Boss Crump’s endorsement, Astor Park at the foot of Beale Street was renamed Tom Lee Park, and the city leaders erected a 30-foot granite obelisk there in 1952 to commemorate the heroic deeds Lee performed back in 1925. Few visitors to the park probably took the time to read the inscription and its outdated tribute to “A Very Worthy Negro.”

When the stone shaft was shattered during the 2003 windstorm dubbed “Hurricane Elvis” it was replaced by a stunning bronze sculpture by Wyoming artist David Alan Clarke, showing Lee pulling a Norman passenger into the Zev. The new monument, the centerpiece of an illuminated plaza dedicated in 2006 to Lee, is a far more impressive reminder of one man’s bravery during a day of tragedy 100 years ago.

More recently, the Memphis River Parks Partnership — working with the Chicago-based Studio Gang architectural design firm and the landscape and park designer SCAPE from New York — transformed the 31-acre area into what is effectively an outdoor community center. The new park opened in September 2023 and included hundreds of native trees, sculptural playgrounds, a canopy-covered event space, basketball courts, and murals.

The park is also home to A Monument to Listening by Theaster Gates, an internationally renowned public-installation artist. Thirty-two basalt “seats” represent the 32 lives Lee saved, with a larger basalt obelisk representing Lee himself.

The $61 million renovation has apparently paid off. In March 2025, the American Institute of Architects presented Tom Lee Park with its highest “Honor Award” for urban design. Jurors noted that the revamped park was “transformational for the city and is really delivering on its ambition of reconnecting with the Mississippi River.” National and international honors include awards and recognition from the American Society of Landscape Architects, Fast Company (who considered it one of the top-three “World Changing Ideas”), Mental Floss, and Bilboa Metropoli (calling Tom Lee Park “one of the best 100 projects in the world”).

Another monument to Tom Lee stands in Memphis, far from the river. It’s considerably more modest, and for that reason it’s one that Lee probably would have preferred. In a quiet, shady section of Mt. Carmel Cemetery on Hernando Road is a small gravestone that marks the final resting place of this Memphis hero. The stone makes no mention of the Norman tragedy, but is inscribed simply:

TOM LEE

Feb. 18, 1885 – April 1, 1952

LEAD ME IN THE PATH OF PEACE.

Editor’s note: A version of this story originally appeared in our June 1987 issue.

Tom Lee 100

The City of Memphis has officially designated Thursday, May 8, 2025, as “Tom Lee Day,” with special events throughout the city commemorating the 100th anniversary of the events of May 8, 1925, when Tom Lee rescued victims of the M.E. Norman riverboat disaster.

  • Tom Lee Day of Service. Memphians are encouraged to honor Lee with a day of service throughout the community.
  • Engineers Club of Memphis Reception. Descendants of Tom Lee, as well as those of the victims and survivors of the disaster, will attend a special reception. The events of May 8, 1925, were part of an Engineers Club tour of the river. 11 a.m., May 8, MLGW Administration Building, 220 South Main.
  • Tom Lee Poetry and Spoken Word Contest. Students in grades 9-12 will create original poems or spoken-word pieces inspired by Lee’s courage and humanity. Winners will be recognized and receive cash prizes on Tom Lee Day. Tom Lee Park.
  • “Keep It Tom Lee.” Memphians are encouraged to honor Lee’s legacy throughout 2025.
  • Social Media. Beginning on Tom Lee Day, Memphians will create 100 days of social media tributes that recognize the accomplishments of Tom Lee.
  • Family Friendly Celebration. Memphis River Parks Partnership will host a larger celebration later this summer in Tom Lee Park.
  • Community all-sings will encourage Memphians to raise their voices in songs that echo the values of Tom Lee.
  • Visitors can take an interactive walking tour of the Tom Lee story on the winding path through Tom Lee Park.
  • A commissioned poem by Ed Mabrey, the “GOAT of poetry slam,” will honor Tom Lee 100. Mabrey has won 500 poetry slam competitions, four world championships, and six regional competitions.
  • A new short film by Last Bite Films will offer an artistic take on Tom Lee’s rescue.
  • A Tom Lee Parade is planned for 901 Day, when Memphians celebrate our city.
  • A partnership with the Memphis and Shelby County Room at the Benjamin L. Hooks Central Library will encourage research on Tom Lee’s story.