A Grim Almanac of Jack the Ripper's London 1870-1900 E-Book

Neil R Storey

• Herausgeber: The History Press
• Kategorie: Fachliteratur
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2007

Beschreibung

Jostling for position in this cornucopia of the criminal and the curious are diverse tales of baby farmers, garrotters, murderers, poisoners, prostitutes, pimps, rioters and rebels. Other tales tell of those who walked the poverty-stricken streets of 'the abyss', trying to earn a few honest coppers by the most unusual and desperate occupations, from tater man to tosher. This colourful cast of characters is accompanied by accounts of prisons and punishments, as well as a liberal smattering of funerals, executions, disasters and bizarre events. If it's horrible, if it's ghastly, if it's strange, its here - and if you have the stomach for it, then read on.

Leseprobe

AGRIMALMANACOF

JACKTHERIPPER’s

LONDON

1870–1900

AGRIMALMANACOF

JACKTHERIPPER’S

LONDON

1870–1900

N E I LR.S T O R E Y

First published in 2004

This edition first published in 2007

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

JANUARY

FEBRUARY

MARCH

APRIL

MAY

JUNE

JULY

AUGUST

SEPTEMBER

OCTOBER

NOVEMBER

DECEMBER

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

INTRODUCTION

In the long catalogue of crimes which has been compiled in our modern days there is nothing to be found, perhaps, which has so darkened the horizon of humanity and shadowed the vista of man’s better nature as the series of mysterious murders committed in Whitechapel during the latter part of the year 1888. From east to west, from north to south the horror ran throughout the land. Men spoke of it with bated breath, and pale-lipped women shuddered as they read the dreadful details. A lurid pall rested over that densely populated district of London, and people, looking at it afar off, smelt blood. The superstitious said the skies had been of deeper red that autumn, presaging desperate and direful deeds, and aliens of the neighbourhood, filled with strange phantasies brought from foreign shores, whispered that evil spirits were abroad.

Introduction to the account of the Whitechapel Murders inFamous Crimes edited by Harold Furniss (1903–4)

By the late nineteenth century Great Britain was riding on the crest of its imperial wave. The industrial revolution had seen the country evolve into the world superpower, with an empire so vast it could be truly claimed that the sun would be shining on some part of it whatever the time in England. Because there was more wealth to go around, a new class emerged, the middle class, made up of the likes of managers, clerks and administrators, who were able to afford better living standards and demanded better housing. Property speculators were willing to oblige and very soon whole new areas inhabited by ‘upstanding’ middle-class folk sprang up across the country. But all was not well; the delineation between the ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’ had never been greater. Thousands in the great cities were living in poverty and squalor, none more so than those in the East End of London. Here were the underclass and the marginal, the poverty-stricken, the drink-sodden, the orphans, the criminal types, the immigrants, the unemployed, the revolutionaries, all who could be feared and all who proved again and again that something was rotten in the core of mighty Britain. In the very heart of the greatest empire on earth was to be found the rotten stench of such poverty that it could be equated with the deprivation suffered by those living in the poorest corners of the colonies.

Punch, 29 September 1888.

Since the 1870s concern for the situation had been shown in the essential Sunday magazines that were religiously read in the parlours of middle-class households. The names and Christian works of Dr Thomas Barnardo and William Booth of the Salvation Army were known across the country. The appetites of the literate had been whetted, and the expanding number of magazines and journals all wanted their own angle on the ‘abyss’ that was East London. A few had even ventured to send a reporter into this netherworld and publish the experiences and horrors he witnessed in the next edition.

The generation of 1888 had missed out on the spectacle of public execution, as it was now considered to be a vile and inhuman act, but it did not curb their enthusiasm to read about the executions still carried out within prisons in every lurid detail. One of the most widely read periodicals of the late nineteenth century was the Illustrated Police News. Begun in the 1860s, it was illustrated with explicit and vicarious line drawings of violent crimes, murders, victims (before and after death), strange deaths, monsters and crime-fighters. Even pictorial magazines aimed at the ‘better’ homes, such as the Graphic, the Sphere and the Illustrated London News, whose pages had been filled with royal visits, weddings, glorious military campaigns and leading politicians, began to include more frequent depictions of disasters, riots, trials, crimes and criminals. It was almost as if every press pen was poised, trembling in anticipation for something to burst out of the abyss, which it did in August 1888, and the streets and pages of the press were soon running with blood.

On Tuesday 7 August 1888 a body, later identified as that of Martha Tabram, a casual prostitute, was discovered brutally stabbed on the first-floor landing of George Yard buildings, Whitechapel. Despite press coverage and an extensive police investigation, led by Inspector Edmund Reid of Whitechapel CID, her killer was not traced. Almost as the press were giving up on the story, another horrible murder of another ‘unfortunate’ was discovered on Buck’s Row, Whitechapel. This mutilated body was identified as that of Mary Ann Nichols, who was known on the streets where she plied her trade as ‘Polly’. The press soon connected this murder with the Tabram killing and frantically sought details of other murders in the area to link with this elusive rampaging maniac, whom they dubbed the ‘Whitechapel Fiend’. On Saturday 8 September another body was discovered at the rear of 29 Hanbury Street, Spitalfields. This time the mutilation went far beyond cuts and slashes. The police surgeon’s report on the body identified as that of Annie Chapman revealed that some of her internal body parts had been taken away by her killer. The press leapt on this ‘latest horror’ and the Illustrated Police News had another front-page sensation. The case was now well in the public eye and clear action had to be seen to be taken. A team led by Inspector Abberline was despatched from Scotland Yard to lead the investigation ‘on the ground’. The locals, dissatisfied with police progress and fearful for the safety of the people of the East End, set up patrols and vigilance committees in attempts to run the killer to ground.

On 27 September 1888 the Central News Agency was sent a letter by someone whose name has become infamous, more evocative, than the ‘Whitechapel Fiend’. The name came straight from a street parlance understood by a society familiar with Jack Tar, Slippery Jack, Spring Heel’d Jack – step forward Jack the Ripper. In the early hours of 30 September the public were presented with a ‘Double Event’, where the murderer was allegedly disturbed in his first act and left poor ‘Long Liz’ Stride with her throat cut in Dutfield’s Yard beside the International Working Men’s Educational Club on Berner Street. His blood lust unsated, Jack found his second victim in the space of an hour. Kate Eddowes, yet another casual prostitute, was found in Mitre Square. The wounds inflicted upon her were yet more hideous. The typical cut to the throat had been delivered, but her face had further enigmatic cuts delivered to it and there was extensive abdominal mutilation. At her inquest it was revealed part of her womb and left kidney had been removed by the killer. The media hyperbole was kept boiling with witness accounts and statements from acquaintances given to reporters, lurid broadsheets and revelations of suspects arrested and clues to the identity of Jack the Ripper. The press went into overdrive when none other than George Lusk, chairman of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee, was sent half a kidney. With it was a bloodstained note purporting to come from the killer himself in which he claimed to have eaten the other half and gave the return address as ‘From Hell’.

Early in the morning on the day of the Lord Mayor’s Procession, when the eyes of the empire would be on the magnificent spectacle in London, Jack the Ripper left the most diabolical and unprecedented of all his murders to be discovered. In her room at 13 Miller’s Court, 26 Dorset Street, Spitalfields, the body of Mary Jane Kelly was discovered. Her body was a mass of human evisceration, the walls splattered like a slaughterhouse; there were even body parts left on a table by her bed. None of the police officers present would ever forget what they saw in Miller’s Court that day. The grainy black-and-white image of the scene-of-crime photograph can hardly convey the true horror of the murder and mutilation inflicted by her killer. Poignantly, the resignation of Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir Charles Warren, the man held by many as directly responsible for the police failure to catch the Jack the Ripper, was also accepted on this day.

The investigation and vigilance patrols continued and more letters were sent to newspapers and the police suggesting ways of tracking the fiend or purporting to come from the killer himself. Public entertainments in theatres and music halls were policed for inflammatory content which may just have sparked off the attacks, and even Queen Victoria voiced her concerns, but Jack the Ripper was never brought to justice. Despite the most diligent research and theorising, the mystery killer who walked abroad upon the streets of Whitechapel in 1888 is no closer to being identified today than he was over 100 years ago. Even the policemen involved with the case at all levels appear to have had differing ideas on who the suspects were and even the actual number of murders committed by Jack the Ripper. Some suggested as few as four, others argued for well over ten and that he carried on in the years after 1888. Most Ripperologists have settled on the canonical five murders of Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes and Kelly.

Punch, 22 September 1888.

This almanac does not set out to prove or disprove any theory, nor does it set about proffering a new one for the world to contemplate. This Grim Almanac examines the wider picture of crime, criminals, life and death in London, especially the East End, between the years 1870 and 1900, the London leading up to, during and in the immediate aftermath, of the Jack the Ripper murders. Come and join me on the mean streets of London and look upon every day within this almanac for tales of ’orrible murder, violent and tragic ends; meet some of the criminal types, from prostitutes, pimps and garotters to snide pitchers, baby farmers and snuffer gangs. They are complemented with a liberal dash of prisons, punishments, disasters and executions of the time. Other tales tell of those who walked the streets of ‘the abyss’ trying to earn a few honest coppers with the most unusual and desperate occupations, from tater man to tosher. This book is not for the faint-hearted. If you have the stomach for it (you’ll need a strong one), come tread the beat of the brave policemen and learn of the dangers and crimes they had to face when a shadowy serial killer stalked the streets of Whitechapel. If you desire to contemplate the fear of the Autumn of Terror, the crimes and times of the most notorious killer of all time, then read on . . . if you dare!

Neil Storey2004

JANUARY

1JANUARY1886

The body of Edwin Bartlett was found by his wife Adelaide. The doctor was called and Edwin’s father demanded a post-mortem be carried out on his apparently healthy son. It revealed that Edwin had been killed by a large dose of chloroform. The case of the Pimlico Poisoning was to become infamous in the annals of criminal history, and the relationship revealed between Mrs Bartlett and Revd George Dyson scandalised Victorian society. Further gasps were heard as the sexual proclivities of the Bartletts were discussed in court, including such explosive revelations as no fewer than six contraceptive devices found in Edwin Bartlett’s trousers and a sexual relations and family planning book at the Bartletts’ Claverton Street apartment. Beyond the scandal the bare facts of the case hinged on the administration of chloroform. If such a chemical had been given to Edwin Bartlett by force or deception it would have would left his throat and digestive passages burnt on the way to his stomach; but there was no evidence of this. The chemical was only found in his stomach. With ‘no evidence to show how or by whom the chloroform was administered’, Adelaide Bartlett was found not guilty. Sir James Paget commented after the verdict, ‘Mrs Bartlett was no doubt properly acquitted. But now it is to be hoped that, in the interests of science, she will tell us how she did it!’