Elizabeth Stride's grave in the East London Cemetery in Plaistow |
I
bought Bruce Robinson’s 800 page door stopper “They All Love Jack” about four
years ago but have never worked up the courage to start reading it. Can the man
who wrote and directed ‘Withnail & I’ succeed in making Jack the Ripper interesting?
It’s an intriguing question but 800 pages of closely printed text is a very long
answer for someone who doesn’t understand the fuss about Jack the Ripper. I like a good murder as much as the next man
but quite why so much paper, ink and angst are expended on those five murders
in Whitechapel mystifies me. No one will
ever know who if the five canonical victims were even killed by the same man
and we certainly won’t ever know who the killer or killers were. The thousands of pages devoted by
Ripperologists to examining whether it was Walter Sickert or James Maybrick or
Prince Albert Victor or Montague John Druitt or Dr Barnado get no closer to
solving the mystery than scholasticism got to divining how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. Is there is anything new to say about the
Whitechapel Murders? Well, yes there is, as Hallie Rubenhold demonstrates in
“The Five; the untold lives of the women killed by Jack the Ripper” a
fascinating look at the lives of those who have previously played little more
than a walk on part in the hoary old drama, the victims.
As
with any subject even loosely related to the Ripper murders the lives of the
victims have been trawled over already countless times by the hordes of investigators
determined to unmask the killer. In most accounts the biographies of the
victims are little more than a paragraph or two appended to an endlessly detailed
description of how they met their deaths. Rubenhold avoids producing a
martyrology by virtually ignoring their fate at the hands of the Whitechapel
murderer and, even more pointedly, by studiously avoiding almost any mention of
the killer. This simple editorial decision restores balance back to the lives of
the five women and allows them to be something more than the victims of London’s
first and most notorious serial killer. In her account of the five women
Rubenhold judiciously fills in gaps in the story with details of the social
background, putting their often harrowing stories into a wider context and
drawing some interesting conclusions in the process. She questions, very
convincingly, the notion that all five women were prostitutes murdered as they
went about their business selling sex. Only Mary Jane Kelly seems to have been
actively involved in prostitution at the time of her killing and the only other
victim with a background as a sex worker was Elizabeth Stride. The other three
victims were destitute, down on their luck, and in failed relationships but
there is no evidence at all to confirm what seems to have been a lazy and
prejudiced assumption made at the time that they were street walkers. In fact
Rubenhold suggests that the manner of their death suggests that they were more likely
to be sleeping rough than selling sex. Poverty, alcohol and bad luck are the
factors that led to their death.
All
five victims were buried in paupers graves in what were then the new cemeteries
of east London. Mary Ann Nichols, the first victim, and Catherine Eddowes, were
both buried in the City of London Cemetery, Annie Chapman was buried a short
distance away in Manor Park Cemetery, Elizabeth Stride in the East London
Cemetery in Plaistow and Mary Jane Kelly in St Patricks Roman Catholic Cemetery
in Leytonstone. They would have been buried in common graves with at least 5
other people. Only two of the graves are now marked with headstones, Elizabeth
Stride’s and Mary Jane Kelly’s. The City of London cemetery has two plaques
marking the approximate spot where Mary Ann Nichols and Catherine Eddowes were interred
(the exact grave site is not known) and as far as I know there is nothing
marking the site where Annie Chapman was buried quite possibly because the area
has been reused for more recent burials.
Swedish
born Elizabeth Stride was buried at the East London Cemetery in Plaistow on
Saturday 06 October 1888. Her funeral was a modest affair attended by a small
number of mourners with the costs defrayed gratis by the undertaker Mr Hawkes. The
headstone is a relatively recent affair which has appeared in the last 20
years. Whenever I have been there has always been some form of recent tribute
left the grave.
Mary
Jane Kelly, or Marie Jeanette Kelly as she is described on her headstone, was
buried at St Patricks Roman Catholic Cemetery on Monday 19th November 1888. The
Belfast Telegraph carried an account of the funeral published on the same day;
FUNERAL OF MARIE
KELLY. The funeral of Marie Jeannette Kelly the victim of the late Spitalfields
murderer took place today at Leytonstone Cemetery, Essex, in the presence of a
large number of people. An hour before the remains left the Shoreditch mortuary
many hundreds of onlookers assembled in the vicinity and watched while the final
arrangements were bring made. The coffin was placed upon an open hearse drawn by
two horses, and was followed by two mourning carriages containing the man Joseph Barnett, who had lived with the
deceased, and several of the unfortunate woman &
associates, who gave evidence at the inquest. The coffin bore the following
inscription 'Marie Jeannette Kelly, died November 9th 1888 aged 25 years’, and
on it were placed two crosses, and a cross made of heartsease and white flowers.
The whole of the funeral expenses were
borne by Mr. Wilton, sexton of St. Leonard’s Church, Shoreditch, who for many
years has shown practical sympathy for the poorer classes.
Mary
Kelly’s grave has had more than one headstone; they seem to go astray, probably
stolen by souvenir hunters. Again there are often recent flowers at the
gravesite.
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