The Story of Jack the Ripper – a Paradox
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The Story of Jack the Ripper – a Paradox. The Story of Jack the Ripper - a Paradox is © copyright protected to the Author 2008. No part thereof may be copied, stored, or transmitted either electronically or mechanically without the prior written permission of the author. Mr Richard.A.Patterson. Extracts and further resources can be found in the author's homepage at: www.geocities.com/rapatterson17 Emails can be sent to the Author Mr Richard.A.Patterson at: [email protected] Last Update: Thursday, 08 August 2008. ISBN 0-9578625-7-1 CONTENTS Introduction. Murders in the Sanctuary. Chapter One Francis Thompson Poet of Sacrifice. Chapter Two Mary Ann Nichols - Innocent in Death. Chapter Three Annie Chapman a Remedy of Steel. Chapter Four Elizabeth Stride & Catherine Eddowes; “My Two Ladies.” Chapter Five Mary Kelly and the Secret in Her Eyes. Chapter Six Francis Thompson, Confessions at Midnight. Chapter Seven The Haunted World. Afterwards. Bibliography. This author, who has written about Francis Thompson, grants his readers an imaginary summary of things as if written by his suspect. 'Black it is to describe this species, thus I shall begin with light. My own perspective on life has caused me to accept certain principles. Some of them have found favour due to their assistance when trying to solve problems. One, which has proved useful, is the knowledge that we can only see by the eye what the mind can bear to feel. Unless there are beings, such as I, to witness light, as motes of dust do, suspended in the still air of a sanctuary, even the rays of the blessed sun are made black. So too may light be flashed back from a void. For the ability to perceive what is gross illuminates what is dark and through illumination makes what is small and dull into beings both monstrous and radiant. Yet I tell you, those that have read on, that whatever does follow, although based on myself, has been 'ghost written' by a mediocre poet who to me is not unlike a particle isolated and alone in a distant place and far off time. He is a man of little or no originality and of finite personality he speaks of me only because fear has bent him to his knees, not all the perfumes of all the world can remove his stench of fear. Prick his words and they will lie bleeding. So what if there is a little blood? It been many years now since this world has been born through me. My day has come and, pity for us all, I must die. Let my tears be his blackest ink and as I attempted to write in the blood of my five sisters, allow his fingers on the keys to impress upon you what I think. It is for this reason that I Francis Thompson have become breathless and to the author re-sign my breath. It is he who tries to grapple my crown of death though he knows that his success is all my power, but knowing this and despite knowing this, he shall speak for me and make his confession as he wears my life as one would a shroud of white.' 'On a clear day you can see a long long time ago.' Francis Thompson: INTRODUCTION Murders in the Sanctuary. This book is about Jack the Ripper. This is the name given for the person responsible for a series of gruesome murders in London near the end of the 19th century. The victims were lower class prostitutes who worked near to where they lived, in a poverty-stricken borough in the eastern area of the city. The murders, of which there were at least five, occurred during the autumn months of 1888. The killer sent a series of taunting letters to various officials signed Jack the Ripper. Despite a rigorous and large-scale investigation involving thousands of police and a great deal of media attention the murderer was not caught. The murders seemed to end inexpiably. It is largely because of the mystery of the murderers identity that the Ripper crimes have become legendary. Over the years, amateur sleuths and seasoned professionals alike have put forward names as a possible solution to who was the Ripper. These have ranged from illiterate seamen to high standing doctors police officials and academics. Almost no one has been spared accusation. Poets, priests, politicians, petty thugs, prince and pauper have all been the subjects of articles, books, plays and films claiming guilt. All this has spawned a virtual Ripper industry bringing in millions on millions of pounds. Many believe that the crimes will never be solved while the enduring mystery to the Ripper’s identity defines how we see the Victorian age. Some people might argue what good would it do if the identity of the murderer were uncovered. After such a long time the answer has become irrelevant. Better to let sleeping dogs lie. There is some truth to this, but also danger. Since we do not know who the Ripper is, we can only conjecture why he killed these women. It is only seen as an oddity that many modern day serial killers express admiration for the Ripper while many other murders mimic his deeds. Regardless we accept that these crimes were isolated to a small part of the world and in ending closed a dark chapter in history. Our interest is narrow and we are so far removed from the events that the connotations of it, gaslight, and fog bound streets; cockney accents, steam ships and horse drawn carriages have taken on a romantic quality. Our modern world contains a legion of serial killers an army of terrorists and environmental challenges to dismay anyone who might have lived a hundred years ago. Ironically, we now look to the Victorian age, the time of the Ripper murders, as a time of innocence. There seems little more to add, little more to ponder apart from one thought. What if who the Ripper was, the answer to his identity, carried with it a dreadful motive, deadly in its aim and dreadful in its scope. What should we do if the truth to his identity showed he had the means to alter the course of history? What if who he was revealed that the present day is under his influence? That might appear to be improbable incredible and far-fetched. Surely, no one could be considered the contender for such a claim. Without further adieu, I give you Francis Thompson. I believe him to be the Ripper. He mingled with the highest circles of British society. After his crimes, he transformed himself into a poet and writer who influenced great figures of literature, politics, religion, the military and science. His knowledge of history was profound his genius was unmistakable and his studies of the occult was thorough. Thompson was a man of words who thought that his written verse held magical properties. He saw himself as a wizard who could cast spells with his pen. Thompson’s motive behind these murders was very personal, but once completed he formulated a greater plan. It is simple in design but terrifying in scope. One that would bind all of us into his fevered desires. This book is about to tell a ghost story and confer to you the reader a dark gift. This story begins well over a hundred years ago but it will end with you. The connecting of this English poet to the Ripper crimes is not an overnight discovery. It has been gradual and over the years has moved from innuendo, to the linking his name to the events, then posing the question of his guilt and finally to committed research on the possibility. There are many inferences possibly linking him to these crimes. These go back decades. Father Terence Connolly created the Francis Thompson Room at Burns Library in Boston College. It was opened in 1959 on the centenary of Thompson’s birth. The creation of this mini-museum signifies how important Thompson is viewed as a force in literature. Father Connolly was a Jesuit priest. As priests go he was well prepared to gather a collection that represented a murderer turned poet. Father Connolly had earlier worked as a prison chaplain counselling murderers on death row before becoming interested in Thompson and helping publish his posthumous works. In researching the poet's life Connolly travelled to England and met Father Adam Wilkinson, who had taught Thompson at Seminary College fifty years earlier. It was at this college that for some years Thompson trained to take up the Catholic priesthood. Connolly told in his 1945 book "In His Paths. A Visit to persons and Places Associated with the poet", of the first meeting between Wilkinson and himself concerning Thompson: 'We found the aged priest, sitting before a blazing hearth fire, reading a detective story in Braille. He was then eighty years old.... "Just a minute, Fathers, please. I must not lose my place. Oh, my! They're hot on the trail of the murderer." As he spoke, he marked the place in some mysterious way, placed the book on the mantel over the fire and then extended his hand in welcome.' Perhaps Connolly was not making any insinuation at all, and that this coupling with detectives on the hunt for a killer and a researcher upon a poet’s biography was merely meant to inject some excitement into his little book. Consider this though. Maybe out of respect Connolly could neither present the elderly Father Wilkinson, as a fool unaware of the truth of Thompson or as a fellow conspirator.