Anniversary of Double Event

[Barnaby]

A thread to remember Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddowes. RIP.

[belinda]

Remembering you both on this saddest of days. Rest Peacefully both

[Pierre]

Double event day

Today is the historical day of the double event.

This day the killer was thinking about what the police would do and how cautious he himself would have to be tonight.

He was also thinking about a group of people he hated for historical reasons.

He wanted them to know how much he hated them and he believed that the murders would be a sign of that.

For this night his hideaway place was well prepared. He knew that he was going to get there very easily, taking with him a few items from the second murder scene. After leaving the items he would go back and leave the police a clue.

This night he was very angry and at the same time euforic. Now he would show them who was smart and who was not.

I hate the killer and I hate thinking I have found him. He wanted the world to know who he was and by telling the world that, I would help him. That is one of my biggest problems.

I am utterly sorry for the victims who had to be slaughtered just because he had big personal problems.

Pierre

[GUT]

He wanted the world to know who he was and by telling the world that, I would help him. That is one of my biggest problems.

I am utterly sorry for the victims who had to be slaughtered just because he had big personal problems.

Pierre

So it was some sort of psychic revelation?

[Pierre]

So it was some sort of psychic revelation?

Hi,

it is very easy to understand his thinking when you read his writings.

Regards Pierre

[belinda]

Hi,

it is very easy to understand his thinking when you read his writings.

Regards Pierre

Were his writings published or are you working from private material?

I do not believe there is a person here who's sympathy is not entirely with those unfortunate women. I think it is fair to say we despise the pathetic nobody who was such an inferior specimen that the only way he could boost what passed for his ego was to kill innocent women.

[Pierre]

Were his writings published or are you working from private material?

I do not believe there is a person here who's sympathy is not entirely with those unfortunate women. I think it is fair to say we despise the pathetic nobody who was such an inferior specimen that the only way he could boost what passed for his ego was to kill innocent women.

Very well put.

I have sources both known and unknown.

Regards Pierre

[Patrick S]

Very well put.

I have sources both known and unknown.

Regards Pierre

I GOT IT! I’m thinking John Ruskin. He was a little old in 1888. Almost 70. Perhaps he became Jack the Ripper because of the whole Effie Gray John Millais triangle thing? It’s been said he suffered a breakdown in 1888, right?

Am I warm?

[belinda]

We should stick to remembering Lis and Kate, forget the other stuff

[Andrea_P]

I agree with Belinda today is about remembering Liz and Kate, here is hoping that they have found peace

[Pcdunn]

May you both rest in peace, Liz and Kate, all these long years later, while we debate your murderer's name.

[Pcdunn]

EULOGY FOR ELIZABETH STRIDE

Gustaf's daughter,
Child of Torslandia,
As wild as Sweden's northern seas.
You were a prostitute by twenty-one,
And an emigrant by twenty-five,
You left your homeland to come to
London's eastern streets, where they called
you Long Liz.
Did you come to see the country, or
merely hope to start anew?

You married John Stride, worked in his
coffee-house, but something went bad between you,
You chose widowhood while your husband yet lived,
Lying for alms (for you'd say anything but your prayers),
You became familiar with the infirmaries, workhouses,
jails and courts.

Michael Kidney claimed you liked him best,
for you'd always return after a quarrel,
but one day you had words, and it was over.
Down in the lodging house, while the benefactor spoke,
did you watch and listen? Did you fear the Ripper?

One drizzly night at the end of September, you wandered the streets
with-- one man? More?
Was your killer the one to throw you to the ground?
Did you scream and resist?

Liz, you were forty-five
When he cut your throat
in the shadows of Dutfield's Yard--
And did no one hear, nor see, nor care?
We remember you, Long Liz Stride,
dying while all around you
Life went on.

[Pcdunn]

EULOGY FOR CATHERINE EDDOWES

Catherine of Wolverhampton,
Your people were tin smiths,
They sent you to charity schools,
And you learned your lessons well.

When you were twenty-one,
Thomas Conway enticed you away
Into a wanderer's life, wearing all you owned,
Selling books and gallows ballads,
Bearing him three children--
And though he gave you no ring,
Perhaps the tattooed TC on your
Arm was meant to play the role.

After twenty years or so, you broke apart
From Thomas, took your daughter Annie
and in a lodging house on Flower and Dean,
Soon met John Kelly.
Every year you both went to harvest the hops,
But 1888 wasn't the best year, and you came back
As poor as before.

That September 30th, you were drunk in public
(Yet people knew you to drink rarely),
Taken to the jail cells at the station,
Released as sober, and turned the wrong way,
Passing the gloom of Mitre Square...

Oh, Catherine, how he left you in the shadows!
(And did you truly know his name?)
It horrifies us still today.
We remember you now, with sorrow.

[kensei]

I will add my sympathies a day late for Liz and Kate. I've visited the sites (Liz's once and Kate's three times) and have made the walk between them. Mitre Square with its park benches practically on top of where the body lay is a particularly somber spot to sit and contemplate. It's kind of poetic justice though, I think, that in 2008 I found that there were childrens' playgrounds at both sites, innocent laughter marking the places of such horror.

[Rosemary]

Yes, you're right, Belinda, it's about them.
But GUT, my sha 'Ti bébé, you're baiting the carrot teaser Pierre