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How Brown
02-03-2004, 09:29 PM
This material was gleaned by Mr. CHRIS SCOTT********************************************* ********Barking and East Ham Advertiser (UK)
24 November 1888

THE WHITECHAPEL MURDER

The remains of Mary Janet Kelly, who was murdered on the 9th of November, in Miller's-Court, Dorset-street, Spitalfields, have been interred in the Roman Catholic Cemetery at Leytonstone. The body was enclosed in a polished elm and oak coffin, with metal mounts. On the coffin plate was engraved: "Marie Jeanette Kelly, died 9th Nov., 1888, aged 25 years." Upon the coffin were two crowns of artificial flowers and a cross made up of heartsease. The coffin was carried in an open car drawn by two horses, and two coaches followed, from the Shoreditch Mortuary. An enormous crowd of people assembled at an early hour, completely blocking the thoroughfare, and a large number of police were engaged in keeping order. As the coffin appeared, borne on the shoulders of four men, at the principal gate of the church, the crowd was greatly moved. Round the open car in which it was to be placed men and women struggled desperately to touch the coffin. Women with faces streaming with tears cried out "God forgive her!" and every man's head was bared. The site was quite remarkable, and the emotion natural and unconstrained. Two mourning coaches followed, one containing three, and the other five persons. Joe Barnett was amongst them, with someone from M'Carthy's, the landlord; and the others were women who had given evidence at the inquest. After a tremendous struggle, the car, with the coffin fully exposed to view, set out at a very slow pace, all the crowd appearing to move off simultaneously in attendance. The traffic was blocked, and the constables had great difficulty in obtaining free passage for the small procession through the mass of carts and vans and tramcars which blocked the road. The distance from Shoreditch Church to the Cemetery at Leytonstone by road is about six miles, and the route traversed was, Hackney-road, Cambridge Heath, Whitechapel-road, and Stratford. The appearance of the roadway throughout the whole journey was remarkable, owing to the hundreds of men and women who escorted the coffin on each side, and who had to keep up a sharp trot in many places. But the crowd rapidly thinned away when, getting into the suburbs, the car and coaches broke into a trot. The cemetery was reached at two o'clock. The Rev. Father Columban, with two acolytes, and a cross-bearer, met the body at the door of the little chapel at St. Patrick, and the coffin was carried at once to a grave in the north-eastern corner. Barnett and the poor women who had accompanied the funeral knelt on the clay by the side of the grave, while the service was read. The coffin was incensed, lowered, and then sprinkled with holy water, and the simple ceremony ended. The floral ornaments were afterwards raised to be placed upon the grave, and the filling-up was completed in a few moments, and was watched by a small crowd of people. There was a very large concourse of people outside the gates, who were refused admission until after the funeral was over.

How Brown
02-03-2004, 09:40 PM
Now.......having read that piece,please refer to the mention of, "an enormous crowd of people assembled at an early hour."--------Fellow posters, what is YOUR perception of what this means? Without attempting to sway anyone, I think that there has never been a working class prostitute in history that can claim such an outpouring of emotion or tribute as Mary J. Kelly. Even in our time,I cannot find comparisons....can you?

D1g1TaL Gh0sT
02-04-2004, 02:24 AM
Something is very wrong here....

Without getting into the moral arguements of street prostitution, let me deal with serveral universal truths regarding the profession.

Street prostitutes are EXTREMELY territorial and distrustful by nature. It's a by-product of their work, and as a result, they have very few close relationships in their lives. Which makes perfect sense. Especially in a place as poverty stricten as Whitechapel, where competition for every shilling is fierce, and even people you are on speaking terms with become a threat to you financially. So when you follow this train of thought, where would MJK find the time to make so many close acquaintences, and touch so many lives? My point being, it would not only go against her nature to do so, but it would also be impractical financially for her as well.

And even if this article could be taken at face value, one has to wonder: Where were all these broken-hearted, do-gooders who mounred her, when she was alive, and her life was spiraling out of control? To the point where she was turning tricks to pay her rent, which she was already three months behind on? Where were they then?

Again. Something is just not right here.

How Brown
02-22-2004, 03:59 PM
Ghost...Although you are 100 % correct that prostitutes, like those I know.I mean,those in modern urban areas of 2004,are turf conscious, there could be a difference in that these women,prior to turning into prostitutes to eke out an existence, were "just plain folks", some married,some had regular jobs,and none,save MJK,were really calendar girl material.

This difference,in that they may have had a less hardened soul,unlike many of the modern hookers, who are hard as nails and perhaps,more competitive, may be the reason that MJK's funeral ( IF IN FACT IT WAS HER ) had a "community feel" to it.

Its a good question on your part. It does seem a little hypocritical of people to appear at the funeral to mourn her. Some of these people may have seen themselves in that casket.

Perhaps because of the insanity wrought upon her ( which compared to the terrible damage done to the other girls was even worse...) and the public's awareness of that fact, this may have been the reason for the exceptional attendence.

Just my two cents,my fellow cheesesteakologist !

D1g1TaL Gh0sT
02-22-2004, 08:22 PM
Although I would never definitively say, that prostitutes of any era, are cold-blooded and heartless, I still say, that depserate times call for desperate measures. I, for one, cannot think of a more desperate time and place, then Whitechapel during the 1800's. Constant poverty, disease, and hunger can profoundly change a person, and in ways not for the better. It can turn family member against family member, and friends into foes. I would actually be surprised to find a degree of heartfelt comradery amongst prostitutes of that time and place, considering the dreadful nature of the conditions in which the lived and worked. To me, it seems "unpractical", for lack of a better term.

How Brown
02-23-2004, 05:31 AM
Point taken,my friend !:)