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Mega Genius® Intelligence Briefing: The Great Mystery of Jack the Ripper, Part IV
Warning:
The subject matter and essential specifics of this intelligence briefing may not
be suitable for minors or the mentally impaired. Part IV: Where the Responsibility Lies
The
Ripper’s sixth and final victim was 25-year-old Mary Jane Kelly, known as
“Black Mary,” an attractive prostitute with “blue eyes and a very fine
head of hair, which reached nearly to her waist,” who often plied her trade
near The Ten Bells. Mary
was born in Mary
and Joe were frequently behind in their rent.
To get back on their feet, Mary would sometimes prostitute, which was the
subject of arguments between them. Joe
freely gave her what money he could, but insisted that he would not live with
her if she prostituted. They
lived at No. 13 Miller’s Court, a diminutive, meagerly furnished, grungy
dwelling off In
late October 1888, Joe was unemployed. Mary
invited a friend, who was also a prostitute, to stay with them.
The friend moved in, Mary began prostituting again and, on 30 October,
Joe and Mary argued and Joe moved out. On
the night of 8 November, he visited her at about 7:45 p.m. and apologized for
still being unemployed and having no money to give her.
When he left at 8:00 p.m., he would never see her alive again. Later
that evening, another Spitalfields prostitute, Mary Ann Cox, who lived at No. 5
Miller’s Court and whom the Star
newspaper referred to later as “a wretched looking specimen of About 12:05 a.m., Mrs. Cox headed out to try her luck on the streets again. Then, about 1:00 a.m., she returned to her room to warm up again. There was light in Mary’s room and she was still singing. About 1:05 a.m., Mrs. Cox was warm and set out once again to stir up some business. By 3:00 a.m., she was freezing, had given up and returned home. A gas lamp about eight feet in front of Mary’s door illuminated it in the courtyard. Mary’s room was dark and silent. At
10:45 a.m., John McCarthy, Mary’s landlord, sent his assistant to see Mary to
collect the rent that was in arrears. When
no one answered the door at No. 13, Thomas Bowyer peeked through her broken
window. All he saw was “a lot of
blood.” Then he ran to get his
employer, who rushed to the dwelling. “The
sight we saw,” Mr. McCarthy complained later, “I can not drive away from my
mind. It looked more like the work
of a devil than of a man.” He
proclaimed, “I had heard a great deal about the Whitechapel murders, but I
declare to God I had never expected to see such a sight as this.
The body was, of course, covered with blood, and so was the bed.
The whole scene is more than I can describe.
I hope I may never see such a sight again.” Detective
Walter Dew recalled that when Inspector Walter Beck looked through the broken
window, “… he staggered back with his face as white as a sheet.
‘For God’s sake, Dew,’ he cried, “Don’t look.’
I ignored the order, and took my place at the window.
When my eyes had become accustomed to the dim light, I saw a sight which
I shall never forget to my dying day.” Then
Elizabeth Prater, another prostitute who lived in Miller’s Court, was tempted
to look through the broken window for herself.
“I could bear to look at it for only a second,” she remembered,
“but I can never forget the sight of it if I live to be a hundred.” Three
days later at the inquest, Dr. George Phillips, the divisional police surgeon,
withheld the ghastly details from the jury.
Nevertheless, they would be revealed 99 years later, in recently
discovered notes taken by Dr. Thomas Bond during the post-mortem. Mary
was lying in bed, on her back, almost completely naked.
The cause of death was loss of blood from her right carotid artery, which
had spurted several times against her bedroom wall when the Ripper had slashed
through her whole throat, right down to her spinal column.
Then he had gashed her entire face numerous times, in all directions,
until he had obliterated all her features by slicing off her nose and parts of
her cheeks, eyebrows and ears in the process, and slashed her arms extensively. Then
he had cut out her entire abdominal wall in three large sections, which he piled
onto a table near her bed. He had
completely excavated her abdominal and pelvic cavities and discarded her
intestines on the bed near her right side. They
were scattered with the remains of Mary’s last meal. The
Ripper had then stripped the flesh from both thighs clear to the bones, stacking
those muscles and other tissues on the table, too.
Then he cut off both of her breasts completely down to her rib
bones. Her ribs he then separated by cutting between each of them.
Next, he dissected Mary’s thorax, organ by organ, and tore out part of
her left lung. One breast was found near her right foot, her spleen near her left side, and her other
breast and kidneys and uterus under her head. Dr.
Bond determined that she had been murdered at about 1:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m. and
that the Ripper’s hands and arms must have been covered with blood.
Later, after he and Dr. Phillips had reassembled all the scattered pieces
of Mary’s body, they realized that only one organ was missing: Mary’s heart. After
9 November 1888, Jack the Ripper vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
His legacy, however, lives and the mystery deepens. In
1910, Major Henry Smith, the former Acting Commissioner of the City of London
Police, lamented, “There is no man living who knows as much of those murders
as I do; and before going further I must admit that, though within five minutes
of the perpetrator one night, and with a very fair description of him besides,
he completely beat me and every police officer in London; and I have no more
idea now where he lived than I had twenty years ago.” The
case of Jack the Ripper remains open and unsolved in the files of Scotland Yard. During
a business trip to Martha
Tabram, the Ripper’s first victim, was murdered on the landing of George Yard
Buildings. They have been demolished
and replaced with a red brick building; the crime occurred near its northern
end. Although the name of the street
was changed from George Yard to Polly
Nichols, his second victim, was slain on Buck’s Row at the entrance to a
stable yard, near the large Annie
Chapman, the Ripper’s third casualty, was butchered the backyard of 29
Hanbury. The ramshackle dwelling has
been replaced with a relatively modern structure, the Truman Brewery building,
which I understand is used today by performing artists. Elisabeth
Stride, his fourth victim, was killed just inside the entrance to Dutfield’s
Yard, just before he was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Diemschutz, his pony
and cart. It is not difficult to
determine the location of the murder, although Catharine
Eddows, victim number five, was murdered in Incidentally,
the doorway where the Ripper tossed the bloody section of Catharine Eddows’
apron after he left Mary
Jane Kelly, his sixth victim, was killed in her room, in Miller’s Court, off Then I crossed the street and entered The Ten Bells. Although the interior has changed extensively, there are reminders to facilitate imagining what it was like back then. In particular, the charming, Victorian, tile mural Spitalfields in ye Olden Times: the Weaver’s Shop still graces the back wall.
Millions
still wonder whom Jack the Ripper was. The
fact that there have been innumerable theories based upon scant and usually
false evidence was made pointedly some years ago by Bill Tidy, In
the broad scope of everything, you would gain little by discovering the
Ripper’s name. Identifying him in
that manner is not the answer, for he was not a man.
He was the lowest form of animal, which prowled Victorian London’s What
makes people’s flesh crawl to this day is not that they have never discovered
his name, or even the fact that this monster really existed.
Rather, it is that every person knows that Jack the Ripper is not
actually gone, that other creatures of his type have preyed upon society and
exist throughout the world today, and that one of them just might target us, or
one of our loved ones, at any moment. The
dichotomy of a civilization forced to cope with the incivility of a “Jack the
Ripper” is maddening. We should be
able to cure such an insane life form, so that you would subsequently feel
comfortable allowing him to watch over your children.
That statement may seem shocking, or even ridiculous, but only if you have
been falsely convinced that a human mind is dangerous and complex and,
therefore, impossible to fully understand and, when necessary, cure. The
truth is that it is not. The human mind appears
complex only to the degree that it is not understood, which reflects very poorly
upon psychiatry. The
cure of insanity has been the responsibility of psychiatry.
Its members have claimed to be the experts, but failed to deliver. That
profession (and I use the word with considerable reservation) has “evolved”
from committing unspeakable atrocities upon its patients, to the more modern
techniques of ripping apart their brains with lobotomies, topectomies (“apple
coring’), and transorbital leucotomies (also known as “ice pick
lobotomies”), to frying their brains with electro-convulsive shock. The pinnacle
of psychiatric treatment in the twenty-first century is merely the primitive
technique of heavily drugging patients into manageable stupors. No
rational person would mistake that for a cure. For
decades, psychiatrists have prescribed drugs, approved by the United States Food
and Drug Administration (FDA), that destroy patients’ rational thought
processes by making them less aware of their memories, body warnings, and other
aspects of their environments. Psychiatrists
now know well how to dumb down patients by drugging them into less perceptive
states and lower levels of awareness, and they prescribe innumerable drugs that
cause that effect. Yet,
how do psychiatrists increase human beings’ intelligence?
They haven’t a clue! For
example, conversely, how many FDA-approved drugs do psychiatrists use to
brighten up their patients, by addressing what they like to refer to
authoritatively as “behavioral or psychological symptoms of conditions marked
by deteriorated cognitive thinking?” A
psychiatrist at The
fact that psychiatry may appear to help a small percentage of patients is
meaningless, since 22 percent of people will seem to benefit from the shaking of
a witch doctor’s rattle above their heads, or the ingestion of a placebo.
By psychiatry’s own admission, its alleged rate of cure is a less than
that. If you know your “ABCs”
and can tell your “colors,” that tells you that psychiatry is doing more
wrong than right. Jack
the Ripper and psychiatry are blood brothers, although the Ripper could have
easily understood psychiatric techniques much better than psychiatry could ever
understand him. Jack the Ripper and
psychiatry both unconditionally failed “Ethics 101.”
Moreover, just as the Ripper pretended to be something that he was not,
so does psychiatry today. My intention is not to degrade psychiatry; it has already done that to itself. By its own statistics, psychiatry has admitted its unworkability. I have often said that I would rather have no employee in a position than one who is doing the job incompetently. An incompetent person can falsely give the appearance of doing a job; you may think that the job is being done, but it is not. On the other hand, if the position is vacant, at least it is obvious that nothing is being done. Now psychiatry should step aside from the field of mental health to permit the introduction of workable technology from other quarters. Of course, since it is more concerned with money than ethical duty, it
will not. Therefore, it will
gradually be pushed aside by advanced technology. My
intention has been threefold: First, to provide you with the most accurate and
concise synopsis of Jack the Ripper that has ever been available. Second,
to point out that “Jack the Ripper” will live as long as brutal serial
killers and other maniacs are permitted to plague society. Third,
to submit that the only expert in any field is the one who can produce the
desired results, and that such creatures as serial killers, repetitive child
molesters, and the like continue to infect society because those who have been
in charge of the field of mental health are woefully ignorant of the subject. In
closing, just as I resolved the mysterious murders of Marilyn Monroe, Senator
Robert F. Kennedy, and President John F. Kennedy, in “The Mega Genius
Lectures,” so can you use “The Genius Formula” to identify Jack the Ripper
by name, if you choose. However,
be
careful, what you wish for. Nothing
is as intriguing as a great mystery being investigated … or as sad as one
completely resolved.
Mega
Genius 16 September 2005
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