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Eunice Carter, Prosecutor born.

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Eunice Hunton Carter was born on this date in 1899. She was a Black lawyer and the first Black woman to be a district attorney in New York.

She was born in Atlanta and was the daughter of William and Addie Carter. She attended Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts, and graduated cum laude with both a Bachelor's and Master's degree in 1921. Ten years later, she received her law degree from Fordham Law School and was admitted to the New York Bar in 1934. After a brief period in private practice, she began working in the district attorney’s office, where she handled low-level criminal prosecutions.

While working on several prostitution cases, she suspected a link with the underworld. She noticed that the defendants were using the same stories, being represented by the same law firms, and that if fined, the same bondsmen would appear. Mainly based on Carter’s research, special prosecutor Thomas E. Dewey ordered a major raid on about eight whorehouses, providing her with enough details to convict the top Mafia leader in New York. Carter remained with Dewey’s Special Sessions Bureau, supervising more than 14,000 criminal cases yearly. She left the district attorney's office in 1945 and returned to private practice.

Her other professional achievements included being a consultant to the United Nations and the International Council of Women, vice president of the National Council of Women, U.S. YWCA, a member of the U.S. National Council of Negro Women, and the American Association of University Women. She married Leslie C. Carter, and they had one son. Eunice Carter died on January 25, 1970.

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Reference:

Mob Museum.org

Fordham.edu

Black Women in America An Historical Encyclopedia
Volumes 1 and 2, edited by Darlene Clark Hine
Copyright 1993, Carlson Publishing Inc., Brooklyn, New York
ISBN 0-926019-61-9

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