Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 70 )
‘It is bad, but it is more in the communities living conditions, which are for the most part filthy and squalid, the people do what they can, but in the main they are poor and unemployment is rife in the area!’ was my earnest reply.
‘And what of this creature,” The Ripper “, is he one of your local celebrities, he is getting more publicity than the Holy Father!’ stated my pious brother.
‘He his as, I personally see it performing a public service, in that he is only killing the most verminous of whores, the biggest pollution on our streets,’ I declared.
‘Do you feel no pity, Brother for their souls, they are human after all?’ said my sainted sibling, but he has not had to deal with them and tolerate their scorn, as I have.
What began as a conversation, ended as a theological argument, with my Brother holding all the aces, but then he has the Pope and Holy Mother Church in his corner.
I was sorely tempted at on point to ask him to hear my confession, where I would describe in the most lurid detail, how I had despatched my victims. He might have understood but I doubt it, my sainted Brother can only see the good in people. He should come to Whitechapel and see and smell the evil and avarice on a daily basis, the way that I have too.
Then and only then might he condone my acts, but I wouldn’t bank on his forgiveness, his mind his controlled by Mother Church.
(C) Damian Grange 2018