How far should we go in defending a theory before integrity kicks in? How many hammer blows can a theory survive? What creates the kind of desperation that encourages someone to carry on no matter what?
Lets be honest here. I’m not averse to a disagreement. I’ve disagreed strongly with quite a few posters on here and I’m even going to name a couple. Fisherman for example believes that Lechmere is the strongest suspect; I don’t. If it were shown, with undeniable facts and evidence, that Lechmere wasn’t guilty would Fish hold his hands up and say - ok I was wrong? Yes I think he would. Trevor Marriott thinks that Carl Feigenbaum is a very likely suspect; I don’t. If evidence proved him innocent would Trevor accept it? Yes I think that he would. There comes a point when you have to take it on the chin. We’ve all been wrong. I certainly have.
So why, after being repeatedly torn to shreds, would anyone persist with Knight’s ludicrous, palpably dishonest fairy tale? How far can obsession take us? Is it a personal failing that leaves certain people incapable of admitting error? It might of course simply be that the Knight story is an enjoyable horror romp that we would love to be true and so some find it too heart-rending to abandon?
When the Knight book emerged Simon Wood decided to do a bit of research. He found that the whole story was a fabrication. I’ll recap a few points.
Annie Crook was a Catholic according to Knight and this was an important factor in the conspiracy - no she wasn’t.
To tie Annie Crook to 6 Cleveland Street Knight claimed that she and Elizabeth Cook were one and the same - Simon showed that Cook was still living in Cleveland Street long after the Conspiracy ended. They were not one and the same.
The building that Crook was supposed to have lived in did not exist.
Sickerts studio where Prince Eddy was supposed to have met Annie did not exist.
And the hospital that Knight said that Crook was taken to by the Freemasons to be operated on by the evil Gull, you guessed it, did not exist.
Can anyone think of a theory that could survive these hammer blows?
And just to top it off we have our chief ripper Sir William Gull. Gull died in 1890. He’d had a debilitating stroke sometime at the end of 1887. A stroke that was so serious that he could no longer practice. And let’s not forget, Gull wasn’t a surgeon requiring dexterity and a steady hand. He wasn’t even fit enough to carry out a doctors duties. Basically seeing patients, examining them and making a diagnosis. If that not very physical task was beyond him I’d say that it’s rather difficult to imagine him killing and mutilating prostitutes. Frankly it’s preposterous!
No one of reason, knowledge, common sense or basic integrity could even hope to perpetuate this tissue of drivel. Even the originator of the story admitted that he’d made it up. We can all disagree or agree with each other on various topics. Debate is good. But my final question is - does anyone really see any way that the Royal Conspiracy has even the tiniest morsel of merit?
I certainly don’t. It’s long overdue for this story to be shelved next to the Hans Christian Anderson’s and the Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Time to end the farce.
Lets be honest here. I’m not averse to a disagreement. I’ve disagreed strongly with quite a few posters on here and I’m even going to name a couple. Fisherman for example believes that Lechmere is the strongest suspect; I don’t. If it were shown, with undeniable facts and evidence, that Lechmere wasn’t guilty would Fish hold his hands up and say - ok I was wrong? Yes I think he would. Trevor Marriott thinks that Carl Feigenbaum is a very likely suspect; I don’t. If evidence proved him innocent would Trevor accept it? Yes I think that he would. There comes a point when you have to take it on the chin. We’ve all been wrong. I certainly have.
So why, after being repeatedly torn to shreds, would anyone persist with Knight’s ludicrous, palpably dishonest fairy tale? How far can obsession take us? Is it a personal failing that leaves certain people incapable of admitting error? It might of course simply be that the Knight story is an enjoyable horror romp that we would love to be true and so some find it too heart-rending to abandon?
When the Knight book emerged Simon Wood decided to do a bit of research. He found that the whole story was a fabrication. I’ll recap a few points.
Annie Crook was a Catholic according to Knight and this was an important factor in the conspiracy - no she wasn’t.
To tie Annie Crook to 6 Cleveland Street Knight claimed that she and Elizabeth Cook were one and the same - Simon showed that Cook was still living in Cleveland Street long after the Conspiracy ended. They were not one and the same.
The building that Crook was supposed to have lived in did not exist.
Sickerts studio where Prince Eddy was supposed to have met Annie did not exist.
And the hospital that Knight said that Crook was taken to by the Freemasons to be operated on by the evil Gull, you guessed it, did not exist.
Can anyone think of a theory that could survive these hammer blows?
And just to top it off we have our chief ripper Sir William Gull. Gull died in 1890. He’d had a debilitating stroke sometime at the end of 1887. A stroke that was so serious that he could no longer practice. And let’s not forget, Gull wasn’t a surgeon requiring dexterity and a steady hand. He wasn’t even fit enough to carry out a doctors duties. Basically seeing patients, examining them and making a diagnosis. If that not very physical task was beyond him I’d say that it’s rather difficult to imagine him killing and mutilating prostitutes. Frankly it’s preposterous!
No one of reason, knowledge, common sense or basic integrity could even hope to perpetuate this tissue of drivel. Even the originator of the story admitted that he’d made it up. We can all disagree or agree with each other on various topics. Debate is good. But my final question is - does anyone really see any way that the Royal Conspiracy has even the tiniest morsel of merit?
I certainly don’t. It’s long overdue for this story to be shelved next to the Hans Christian Anderson’s and the Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Time to end the farce.
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