Originally posted by Richard Patterson
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Herlock,
You say “not once does he use the word prostitute.” That’s exactly the kind of shallow literalism that betrays how little you know about the man you defend so zealously. Just because you can’t find the word in black and white doesn’t mean the thing itself isn’t there. Thompson didn’t need to write the word “prostitute” when he painted them in venomous strokes—diseased bodies, fetid wombs, contagion, harlots. To pretend that his entire body of work isn’t saturated with contempt for prostitutes is to blind yourself to the evidence staring you in the face.
Take his piece under the pseudonym Tancred in Merry England (1891). He imagines London as a diseased battlefield where, in his own words, “the girls [are] harlots in the mother’s womb.” He frames the East End as a spiritual plague that must be purged. He speaks of “diagnosing” the city’s disease, of hearing the lashes and seeing men “dabbled with their own oozing life.” He ends with a crusader’s vision of children being better thrown from bridges than growing up among prostitutes. That’s not metaphorical hand-wringing. That is blade-imagery, war-imagery, the language of extermination—his life’s manifesto.
Or look at his unpublished play Napoleon Judges. Here, through the emperor’s voice, he writes: “Aye the harlot’s mercy he shall have! … The sword sometimes spares, the musket sometimes misses; the harlot never! Fair Destruction!” That is how Thompson thought of prostitutes: as unerring agents of ruin, worse than bullets. Again, you don’t need him to spell out the word “prostitute” when every line drips with it.
The truth is that you’re defending a sanitized, hagiographic version of Thompson written by the Meynells and repeated in encyclopedia entries, not the man as he actually was. The real Thompson wrote obsessively of harlots, of knives, of purging, of judgment. He described prostitutes not as human beings but as verminous ulcers to be cut out.
And this raises the question: why this zeal to protect him? Why such eagerness to strip his words of their plain meaning? I’ll be blunt—your stance risks coming across as misogynistic. To hand-wave away Thompson’s obsessional hatred of prostitutes is, intentionally or not, to belittle the lived reality of women who were actually mutilated in Whitechapel. In time, people will look back and ask: why did some men go to such lengths to defend him, even at the cost of tearing down the police, dismissing evidence, and ignoring the plain meaning of his own words?
If you want to debate probability models or challenge interpretations, fine—we can spar on the facts. But don’t insult everyone’s intelligence by claiming Thompson never showed hatred for prostitutes. It’s in his work, over and over again, and it defines him. That’s the record, and no amount of rhetorical hair-splitting changes it.
Show me one example of Thompson being actually, physically violent.
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