So it’s Prater too now?
Lewis’ Lies and Prater’s Porkies.
Meanwhile, it’s a clear bill of health apparently for Hutchinson, Kennedy, Paumier, Roney and the silk top-hatted toff with the shiny black bag.
I dunno…
Prater was not considered by the police to have parroted Lewis’ account. On the contrary, she was considered to have provided independent support for the “Oh murder” cry heard by Lewis. The fact that both were called to the inquest informs us immediately that Prater cannot have been one of the “half a dozen” women who plagiarized another’s account. If they thought she was, she would not have been called. Simple as that. In order to ascertain the identity of the plagiarizing women referred to, we must instead consider any other woman who provided an “Oh murder” account but did not appear at the inquest, and Mrs. Kennedy fits the bill perfectly. It was she who parroted Lewis’ account, and most assuredly not Prater.
Martin Fido also touches upon the Kennedy issue in “The Crimes, Detection and Death of Jack the Ripper”:
“…she also added a story identical to Sarah Lewis of having seen an alarming man in Bethnal Green Road the previous Wednesday while in company with a friend, and neither the press nor the police seem to have thought her trustworthy”.
The Star carried Kennedy’s account under the headlines:
“A Neighbour’s Doutful Story”
And:
“A Story of Little Value”
I’m still utterly perplexed by the willingness of some to be so condemnatory of the inquest witnesses, and yet so uncritically accepting of the press “tattle” from 10th November. That “funny-looking man” account, for example, is second-hand hearsay than only appeared in the press, and people seriously think that this should be prioritized over the evidence of witnesses who provide police and inquest statements?
A determination to have a well-dressed posh gentleman drawing attention to himself on the streets of the East End seems, at first glance, to be at the root of this. We have silly bits of discredited nonsense about top-hatted toffs with black bags in association with the Whitechapel murders, then as now, for the same reason that we have equally silly hoxes about three-humped plesiosaurs in Loch Ness: because it’s sensational, and would amount to an “interesting” solution to an old mystery. Also, because it avoids the more boring reality that the killer was in all probability a non-descript local man and that there’s no Loch Ness Monster.
All the best,
Ben
Lewis’ Lies and Prater’s Porkies.
Meanwhile, it’s a clear bill of health apparently for Hutchinson, Kennedy, Paumier, Roney and the silk top-hatted toff with the shiny black bag.
I dunno…
Prater was not considered by the police to have parroted Lewis’ account. On the contrary, she was considered to have provided independent support for the “Oh murder” cry heard by Lewis. The fact that both were called to the inquest informs us immediately that Prater cannot have been one of the “half a dozen” women who plagiarized another’s account. If they thought she was, she would not have been called. Simple as that. In order to ascertain the identity of the plagiarizing women referred to, we must instead consider any other woman who provided an “Oh murder” account but did not appear at the inquest, and Mrs. Kennedy fits the bill perfectly. It was she who parroted Lewis’ account, and most assuredly not Prater.
Martin Fido also touches upon the Kennedy issue in “The Crimes, Detection and Death of Jack the Ripper”:
“…she also added a story identical to Sarah Lewis of having seen an alarming man in Bethnal Green Road the previous Wednesday while in company with a friend, and neither the press nor the police seem to have thought her trustworthy”.
The Star carried Kennedy’s account under the headlines:
“A Neighbour’s Doutful Story”
And:
“A Story of Little Value”
I’m still utterly perplexed by the willingness of some to be so condemnatory of the inquest witnesses, and yet so uncritically accepting of the press “tattle” from 10th November. That “funny-looking man” account, for example, is second-hand hearsay than only appeared in the press, and people seriously think that this should be prioritized over the evidence of witnesses who provide police and inquest statements?
A determination to have a well-dressed posh gentleman drawing attention to himself on the streets of the East End seems, at first glance, to be at the root of this. We have silly bits of discredited nonsense about top-hatted toffs with black bags in association with the Whitechapel murders, then as now, for the same reason that we have equally silly hoxes about three-humped plesiosaurs in Loch Ness: because it’s sensational, and would amount to an “interesting” solution to an old mystery. Also, because it avoids the more boring reality that the killer was in all probability a non-descript local man and that there’s no Loch Ness Monster.
All the best,
Ben
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