Murder and Mayhem in London Part III – Jack the Ripper

EastLondon350One hundred and twenty-one years ago, a man known as Jack hung about Whitechapel, ridding the world of prostitutes. Five murders have been attributed to him. Grotesque murders, but still only five. Judging by the number alone, Jack seems a bit of an amateur among serial killers. Yet he is the most famous of them all. Never discovered, he has been the subject of myths, urban legends, conspiracy theories and plot for a good number of novels. Various theories as to his identity have been put forward, perhaps most famously in the Jack the Ripper Diaries and in Patricia Cornwell’s Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper – Case Closed.

It’s a chilly February evening in 2009; Whitechapel seems sanitized and a bit dull. The only interesting building around is the relatively modern landmark known as the Gherkin. It takes a pretty big leap of the imagination to picture a man sneaking around here, slashing up prostitutes. It all looks slightly disappointing. Until Jason begins to elaborate; thus underlining the importance of a good story teller.

Picture if you will, Whitehall in late summer of 1888. A crowded slum with the most abject living conditions. 15 – 20 % of London’s then 4.5 million inhabitants living in an area of about 1.5 square miles. That’s about 900,000 people! Though only a mile from the City of London, it was a different world. A lawless world.

It’s late in the evening of 30th August. Your name is Mary Ann Nichols, but everyone calls you Polly. You’re 43 years old and the mother of five children. Life’s hard, so you turn to the bottle. Gin’s your tipple; cheaper than beer. You’ve had a jolly good time at the pub and you now want a good night’s sleep. Not so easy, that. Turns out you’re lacking four pence to rent a bed in the lodging house. But no worries. You’ll rake in those measly four pence in a matter of minutes, using your considerable skills with men. Also, you have a nice, new bonnet. They can’t help falling for you. So off you go. But something happens. You meet a man who’s not impressed by your new bonnet at all. He’s a nasty piece of work. And before you know it, “a jagged wound runs the length of the abdomen”. Thus read the police report.

Only eight days later, Annie Chapman found herself in the same predicament. Needed somewhere to sleep, was out and about trying to earn it and didn’t make it through the night alive. She was 47 and also had children, three of them.

A Swedish girl was next, Elizabeth Stride, born Elizabeth Gustafsson in Gothenburg, also in her forties. She was more of a veteran prostitute; engaged in the business since she was 17. An international prostitute, even; active both in Sweden and in England. She was found in the early hours on 30th September. Just an hour later, victim no. four was discovered, Catherine Eddowes. Catherine, 46, had been brought in to police custody earlier that night for drunk and disorderly behaviour; then released. Three witnesses saw her talking with a man at about half past two in the morning. Only ten minutes later, she was found murdered and badly cut up. Her kidney had been removed. So had part of her uterus. One wonders how he had the time.

This all took place on Mitre Square where we’re standing. Jason eagerly points to the corner where she was found and where she must have walked just minutes before that. It’s quite dark now; the nondescript present-day Mitre Square not very well lit. Suddenly, the imagination kicks in. Is that a dark bundle I see, in the corner over there? And someone standing over it? Spine-tinglingly eerie!

About six weeks later, Mary Jane Kelly – at 25, a mere slip of a girl compared to the other four – became the final victim. She was found in her bed by her landlord who came to collect the rent. Dead and brutally butchered.

Mary Jane was fond of drink, too. Madame Geneva was the staple drink of the working class. Gin was cheap but its consequences horrid, at least according to 18th century artist William Hogarth. In his painting Beer Street and Gin Lane, he paints a vivid picture of the benefits of beer – to you and to society in general, and the evils of gin. The painting is said to have been partly inspired by a story of a woman who killed her baby to sell the baby clothes for gin money. Vile stuff indeed. I’ll think of that next time I’m enjoying a GT. Or perhaps not.

Also, check out Murder and Mayhem in London Part I as well as Part II.

Anne-Sophie Redisch is a bilingual travel writer based in Norway who likes nothing better than hopping off a train in a new city. Her two daughters increasingly insist on coming along to enliven the travel experience. Antarctica must therefore remain a dream until her youngest reaches the minimum age-limit required by the expedition companies. Anne-Sophie has lived in the USA and New Zealand. Her work has appeared in inflight magazines and various other Scandinavian and English print and online media.

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Older comments on Murder and Mayhem in London Part III – Jack the Ripper

Michael Lynch
31 October 2009

Most excellent article for the Halloween season or any other time you need a chiller!

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16 January 2010

Really liked this one, too. Great series.

Tim Brown
22 September 2010

I’ve been meaning to do one of those Jack the Ripper walking tours. Sounds very interesting. Love the descriptions here.