~~~
We are getting more and more engaged in the discussion, John Morris and
I, and I find myself forgetting about the coffee - it's almost cold already. Morris sits
back in his chair and suddenly asks me a question: ”Now, what did Lizzie have
in mind when killing all those prostitutes, what was it that drove her?” I start
considering the fact that somewhere in her slight madness, she still wanted that
happy life with John.
”I think that Lizzie killed for John, she did it so they could be
together” I say. ”Her mind got all twisted by the way others treated her
and so she lost it. Abused people are fragile, no one can tell what they'll do or
which path they'll choose. Lizzie was trapped in a condemned marriage, ripped
of the ability to bare a child and then her very own husband ran off making a
prostitute pregnant, a woman who a sells her body for money. Wouldn't that
drive anyone to the limits of their sense? Maybe even over the edge...”
I find myself staring out the window and I realize that it's already dark outside,
how long have we been sitting here? I look at the big vintage clock above the
counter and it has just struck 5.15pm, I should be heading back to the office. ”Thank
you so much Mr Morris, this was one of the most interesting interviews I've
ever done” I say, right before emptying my coffee cup. ”My pleasure” John
Morris says with a smile, ”I'm glad I could help”.
As I'm walking back up Whitechapel Road, snow slowly starts falling
down. The shop windows are cluttered with Christmas decorations lighting up the
gray and slushy pavement. I'm thinking about Lizzie and can't be anything else
than extremely fascinated with her story. Although she ended up one of the most
notorious killers of all time, she's just another misunderstood soul who became
a victim of terrible circumstances.
That conclusion really gets me thinking. Can we really point out people as victims and villains? Because there's
always more to a story than only what we see. ”A villain is just a victim whose
story hasn't been told”. Even though the things Lizzie did were
completely wrong, by knowing what she went though I understand what drove her.
I'm not saying she didn't have a choice, there's always a choice, but there's
also always an explanation to why someone made the wrong choice and to why they were driven that far.
I
always believed that evil isn't born, it's made.
~~~
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