I
think the tipping point came on Monday, 1 October, 1888 when even the staid Times of London
bowed to the pressures from their advertisers and customers. On that date the story went the 19th century equivalent
of “viral” The Times story that day read, “In the early hours of Yesterday morning two
more horrible murders were committed in the East of London... No
doubt seems to be entertained by the police that these terrible
crimes were the work of the same fiendish hands...”
“In
the first mentioned case", said The Times, "the body was found in a gateway, and
although the murder...may be regarded as of almost ordinary character
– the unfortunate woman only having her throat cut – (there
is) little doubt...that the assassin intended to mutilate...The murder
in the City...(had) indescribable mutilations...some anatomical skill seems to
have been displayed...At Three O'clock yesterday afternoon a meeting
of nearly a thousand persons took place in Victoria Park...a
resolution was unanimously passed that it was high time (Home
Secretary Henry Matthews and Scotland Yard head Charles Warren) should
resign...”
The
un-staid London Evening News was a little free-er with their facts.
“On Sunday morning a woman was found with her throat cut and her
body partially mutilated in a court in Berner street...the deed was
done in the short period of twenty minutes...in the time which the
police surgeon said a medical expert would take to do it...Having
been disturbed in his first attempt...the murderer seems to have made
his way towards the City, and to have met another
"unfortunate”,...He...cut her throat...then proceeded to
disembowel her. He must have been extremely quick at his work...the
City beats being much shorter than those of the Metropolitan Police.”
The
News editorialized, “Successive editions of the Sunday papers were
getting a marvelous sale yesterday...The police yesterday afternoon
took possession of Mitre-square and kept out the people... There was
also a crowd of perhaps a couple of hundred persons outside the
gateway in Berner-street during the day, and at ten o'clock last
night there were perhaps 150 assembled in the roadway...”
The
Evening News noted that Monday, “A TERRIBLE PANIC Has taken
possession of the entire district, and its effects are to be seen in
the wild, terrified faces of the women, and heard in the muttered
imprecations of the men...WHERE WERE THE POLICE?...It seems
incredible that, within the short space of twelve minutes, a man and
woman should have entered the deserted precincts of Mitre-square,
that the man should have murdered his victim, disemboweled her with
the same unerring skill...and should have made his escape...He must,
when he hurried away...have
been reeking with blood”.
The
News reporter noted the increased police presence at the murder
scenes and suggested it reminded him of “the old adage about
locking the stable door after the steed has been stolen.” He
described the crowd in Berner Street as being made up of, “nearly
all classes. Clubmen from the West-end rubbed shoulders with the
grimy denizens of St. George's-in-the-East: daintily dressed
ladies...elbowed their way amid knots of their less favored sisters,
whose dirty and ragged apparel betokened the misery of their daily
surroundings”
The
London Evening News offered its readers one tidbit of real information
- “The body found in Berner-street has been identified as that of
Elizabeth Stride.” But then returned to building hysteria “....the murder... grows bolder by impunity. One victim for one night was his
former rule. He now...cuts off two within an hour...It is impossible
to avoid the depressing conviction that the Police are about to fail
once more, as they have failed with CHAPMAN, as they have failed with
NICHOLLS, as they have failed with TABRAM... The Police have done
nothing, they have thought of nothing, and in their detective
capacity they have shown themselves distinctly inferior.”
The
Irish Times knew just who to blame. “Sir CHARLES WARREN (above, right)...appears
at last to understand that it will be fatal to men in his position if
those murders are not traced.” The Home Secretary, Henry Matthews (above, left),
was described on the floor of Parliament as “helpless, heedless,
useless”, and The Daily Telegraph urged his resignation. Many
already suspected the conservative British government of Lord
Salisbury was responsible for disinformation and dirty tricks political
campaigns against Irish self government movement. They were right, but not
knowing details of the Home Office's Irish Section – Section D –
they could not know that Charles Warren had no responsibility over these
political black ops. So he got the blame for it all.
Under
a Monday evening column titled “What We Think”, The Star said the
killer had again, “got away clear; and again the police...confess
that they have not a clue. They are waiting for a seventh and an
eighth murder, just as they waited for a fifth...Meanwhile,
Whitechapel is half mad with fear. The people are afraid even to talk
with a stranger.... It is the duty of journalists to keep their heads
cool, and not inflame men's passions...” They then proceeded to do
just that. “Two theories are suggested to us,” warned The Star a
few sentences further down, “that he may wear woman's clothes, or
may be a policeman.”
“The
police, of course, are helpless,” continued The Star. “We expect
nothing of them. The Metropolitan force is rotten to the core, and it
is a mildly farcical comment on the hopeless unfitness of Sir CHARLES
WARREN (above)...there must be an agitation against Sir CHARLES WARREN, who
is now...detaching more men from regular police and detective duty to
political work....” But the Star did get one piece of information
right. In that same Monday evening edition they mentioned, “After
committing the second murder, the man seems to have gone back towards
the scene of the former. An apron, which is thought by the police to
belong to the woman found in Mitre-square, as it was the same
material as part of her dress, was found in Goldstar Street. It was
smeared with blood, and had been evidently carried away by the
murderer to wipe his hands with.”
The
Star's reporter returned to Berner Street in the afternoon and found
that “Blue helmets were as thick as bees in a clover
field...Prominent among those on the spot...was Superintendent
Foster, of the City Police. He personally...paid a visit to the scene
of the Berner street tragedy, to compare the two cases...As he came
out of Berner street, a man in a tweed suit was seen walking by his
side, and someone in the crowd shouted out: "There they go. The
super's got him. I told you he was a toff." This silly remark
was enough to turn the tide of attention in the direction of the
officer and his companion ..their unsought retinue followed...till
they met the tide from the other direction, and then the side streets
swallowed up the surplus and the officials escaped.”
That night
another reporter for The Star saw, “little groups of ill-clad women
standing under the glare of a street lamp or huddling in a doorway
talking..."He'll be coming through the houses and pulling us out
of our beds next," says one. "Not he," says another;
"he's too clever for that."
On
that same Monday, the Central News dropped a bombshell – the killer
had written a letter, in red ink (above), and dated the previous Tuesday, 25
September. It read - in part - , "Dear Boss - I keep on hearing the police
have caught me...I have laughed when they look so clever and talk
about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me
rare fits. I am down on whores, and I shan't quit ripping them till I
do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time
to squeal. How can they catch me now? I love my work...I saved some
of the proper red stuff in a ginger-beer bottle...but it went thick
like glue, and I can't use it. Red ink is fit enough, ha, ha, ha!...My knife is so
nice and sharp, I want to get to work right away, if I get the
chance. Good, cock, "Yours truly,JACK THE RIPPER." There
was a post script - “Don't mind me giving the trade name. Wasn't
good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands,
curse it. They say I'm a doctor. Ha! ha! ha! ha!"
So
there it was – that iconic name – Jack the Ripper – its first
appearance in print. And, added the Central News Service, that very
morning they had received a post card, this written in red chalk, but smeared with blood. “"Double event this time," it read. "Number One
squealed a bit...JACK THE RIPPER." Added the News Service, “..it
does not seem unreasonable to suppose that the cool, calculating
villain who is responsible for the crimes has chosen to ...convey to
the Press his grimly diabolical humor.”
Neither
missive was actually written by the killer, of course. The letter had
been written mailed and received during the two week lull in the
case, before the murders of 30 September. It was an attempt to keep
the story going, to generate additional newspaper sales. And the post
card was merely another ploy, feeding the horror machine which had become
Jack the Ripper. On that same Monday, the News printed a letter from builder and self made man George Akin Lusk (above), naming himself as Chairman of the Whitechapel
Vigilance Committee, and encouraging Home Secretary Matthews to offer
a reward for the capture of the killer. Volunteers from the committee were already patrolling the streets and pubs of Whitechapel, which might explain why the killer had moved so far outside his usual hunting fields..
But the most important development from the the double event weekend was that at
last, Jack the Ripper was a going financial concern. There would be
legal, sociological and political effects of Bloody
Jack. But the murderer and his victims had become of secondary
importance.