I have read all of Carol Ann Lee’s true crime books and was interested to read her latest offering, the title of which is in direct response to, “Somebody’s Husband, Somebody’s Son,” by Gordon Burn, a biography of Peter Sutcliffe. This is one of two books released this month, which concentrates on the victims of a murderer – the other being, “The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper,” by Haillie Rubenhold. This is a title I am also interested in reading and will be curious to compare the two books.
Between the years 1975-1981, the Yorkshire Ripper murdered thirteen women, with seven survivors of his attacks. Carol Ann Lee tells us the stories of all these women, who ranged from young schoolgirls, students, and shop workers, to prostitutes; who were seen by the police, and press, as the most likely victim of the Ripper. From the first, there was a view, by some, that certain victims of this killer were ‘innocent,’ while others were women who, in a sense, brought the attacks on themselves. Women of ‘loose morals,’ which could include women out for a night with friends, as well as those looking for clients.
This book is important, in that it gives all of those women attacked, the respect they deserve. It looks beyond the women as victims, and highlights their lives. Yes, some of those in this book had lives which may have unravelled at the time – turning to prostitution because of financial problems, or poverty. However, the press was quick to label all of the victims as fitting a certain profile and were even faster to label women as promiscuous, or neglectful mothers. This book shows these women as wives, mothers, daughters, sisters. As women with career ambitions, holidays planned, lives to live…
In all books about these crimes, it is disturbing to hear how clues were not followed up. Marcella Claxton, attacked in 1976, gave an excellent description of the Ripper, as did schoolgirl, Tracy Brooke, in 1975. Neither of these descriptions were taken seriously. Indeed, Tracy insisted the accent of the man who attacked her was a Yorkshire accent; not the Geordie accent on the tapes that the police became side-tracked by. Even when the attacks had been happening for years, literally, many in the police force did not seem to take reports seriously. When a student found a handbag, which had blood spots on it, and called the police, they seemed disinterested in the discovery. When those who called the police remonstrated with them, they carried out a reluctant, and cursory search, of the area, not noticing student Jacqueline Hill, whose body was found the following morning.
It seems that, often, the police were defensive and judgemental. Women were informed to take care, to be vigilant, to walk in pairs and not go out after dark. It was almost as though the murders were the fault of women and not the man carrying out the attacks. Meanwhile, those who were attacked, and had survived, had to live with the fact that their attacker was still out there. Suffering physical, and psychological, damage, they had to cope with what had happened to them. Those who had lost loved ones, often had to suffer the indignity of the press questioning their background or morals. For those living in those areas, at that time, the Ripper was a shadow that blighted their lives, and the way they lived. This book helps to redress the balance and put the women central to the story and not just names, grouped together as victims.