Guten Morgen Shadow,
Ja, kann man selbstverständlich auch so betrachten. Andererseits wäre es natürlich möglich, dass die Polizei bereits einmal Verdächtigte bzw. auch schon eine zeitlang Observierte, nach der Tat an Kelly "abklapperte" und im Falle Kosminski größere Veränderungen (z.B.: Angehörige spurlos weg) bemerkte und es dann auch kurzfristig zu der oder den Identifikationen kam. Die bzw. diese sollen Kosminski, laut Swanson, auch absolut bewusst gewesen sein. Ich meine, bei Woolf waren Kinder im Haus, kleine Kinder, war Betsy nicht auch schwanger? Sohn Joseph starb (Frühgeburt) zwei Tage nach seiner Geburt(9. März) am 11. März 1889 (ausgerechnet wieder March 1889). Tochter Rebecca war ja auch schon da. Millie auch? Ich weiß nicht. Wenn ich geahnt hätte, dass Jack the Ripper mein Bruder wäre, ich wäre nicht mit ihm, meinen Kindern und meiner Frau zusammen weggezogen. Wer ist so verrückt? Irgendeine Schwester hat er ja auch mal mit einem Messer bedroht. So ein identifizierter Killer, von der Familie auch noch im Stich gelassen, weil von der eigenen Sippe verdächtigt und von der Polizei observiert, was er sicherlich mitbekam, geht der weiter morden? Zeitweise muss er ja, wenn man allen Aussagen glauben schenkt, ganz offensichtlich "verrückt" gewesen sein, um dann wieder Phasen gehabt zu haben, in denen er "ganz normal" gewesen war. Das passt auch zu solcher Art von Erkrankungen, die sich dann bis Mitte 20 dermaßen manifestieren, dass man dann nicht mehr von guten oder schlechten Phasen sprechen kann, sondern von der Unmöglichkeit überhaupt noch etwas normales auf die Reihe zu kriegen, etwas, was "normal" aussieht.
Ich tendiere momentan dazu zu sagen, die (Familie) haben ihn (Aaron Kozminski) nach der Tat an Kelly im Stich gelassen. Zumindest die ganz nahen Angehörigen wie Bruder Woolf Abrahams und Anhang. Vielleicht hatten Cousin Jacob Cohen und Bruder Isaac Abrahams den entsprechenden Mut und das Geld, Aaron in eine oder mehrere private Anstalten unterzubringen, eben auch um dieses "Familiengeheimnis", nicht an die Öffentlichkeit gelangen zu lassen. Wissen wir, wie lange und oft er zwischen November 1888 und Februar 1891, vor seiner Einweisung nach Colney Hatch, in irgendwelchen privaten Einrichtungen untergebracht gewesen war oder die Familie ihn selber wegschloss? Solche Beispiele gab es wohl auch. Vielleicht haben sie ihn einfach im November 1888 in der Bude zurücklgelassen. Vielleicht gingen die folgenden Monate Jacob und Isaac mal nach dem Rechten sehen und bezahlten die Miete. Vielleicht musste er auch mal bei Jacob oder Isaac etwas für seine Brötchen tun. Und so wie Aaron Kozminski sich spätestens im Frühjahr 1891 benahm (wahrscheinlich lief es schon besonders extrem bei ihm seit Sommer 1890), machte es für die Familie gar keinen Sinn mehr, privat für ihn sorgen zu lassen. Was sollte die Polizei noch aus ihm herausbekommen? Er redete nur noch wirre und irre.
Folgendes habe ich schon relativ lange in meinen Unterlagen:
The Truth about the Whitechapel Mysteries told by Harry Cox
Ex-Detective Inspector, London City Police. Specially written for "Thomson's Weekly News"
It is only upon certain conditions that I have agreed to deal with the great Whitechapel crimes of fifteen years ago. Much has been written regarding the identity of the man who planned and successfully carried out the outrage...
It is my intention the relate several of my experiences while keeping this fellow under observation.
We had many people under observation while the murders were being perpetrated, but it was not until the discovery of the body of Mary Kelly had been made that we seemed to get upon the trail. Certain investigations made by several of our cleverest detectives made it apparent to us that a man living in the East End of London was not unlikely to have been connected with the crimes.
To understand the reason we must first of all understand the motive of the Whitechapel crimes. The motive was, there can not be the slightest doubt, revenge. Not merely revenge on the few poor unfortunate victims of the knife, but revenge on womankind. It was not a lust for blood, as many people have imagined.
The murderer was a misogynist, who at some time or another had been wronged by a woman. And the fact that his victims were of the lowest class proves, I think, that he was not, as has been stated, an educated man who had suddenly gone mad. He belonged to their own class.
Had he been wronged by a woman occupying a higher stage in society the murders would in all probability have taken place in the West End, the victims have been members of the fashionable demi-monde.
The man we suspected was about five feet six inches in height, with short, black, curly hair, and he had a habit of taking late walks abroad. He occupied several shops in the East End, but from time to time he became insane, and was forced to spend a portion of his time in an asylum in Surrey.
While the Whitechapel murders were being perpetrated his place of business was in a certain street, and after the last murder I was on duty in this street for nearly three months.
There were several other officers with me, and I think there can be no harm in stating that the opinion of most of them was that the man they were watching had something to do with the crimes. You can imagine that never once did we allow him to quit our sight. The least slip and another brutal crime might have been perpetrated under our very noses. It was not easy to forget that already one of them had taken place at the very moment when one of our smartest colleagues was passing the top of the dimly lit street.
The Jews in the street soon became aware of our presence. It was impossible to hide ourselves. They became suddenly alarmed, panic stricken, and I can tell you that at nights we ran a considerable risk. We carried our lives in our hands so to speak, and at last we had to partly take the alarmed inhabitants into our confidence, and so throw them off the scent. We told them we were factory inspectors looking for tailors and capmakers who employed boys and girls under age, and pointing out the evils accruing from the sweaters' system asked them to co-operate with us in destroying it.
They readily promised to do so, although we knew well that they had no intention of helping us. Every man was as bad as another. Day after day we used to sit and chat with them, drinking their coffee, smoking their excellent cigarettes, and partaking of Kosher rum. Before many weeks had passed we were quite friendly with them, and knew that we could carry out our observations unmolested. I am sure they never once suspected that we were police detectives on the trail of the mysterious murderer; otherwise they would not have discussed the crimes with us as openly as they did.
We had the use of a house opposite the shop of the man we suspected, and, disguised, of course, we frequently stopped across in the role of customers.
Every newspaper loudly demanded that we should arouse from our slumber, and the public had lashed themselves into a state of fury and fear. The terror soon spread to the provinces too. Whenever a small crime was committed it was asserted that the Ripper had shifted his ground, and warning letters were received by many a terror stricken woman. The latter were of course the work of cruel practical jokers. The fact, by the way, that the murderer never shifted his ground rather inclines to the belief that he was a mad, poverty stricken inhabitant of some slum in the East End.
I shall never forget one occasion when I had to shadow our man during one of his late walks. As I watched him from the house opposite one night, it suddenly struck me that there was a wilder look than usual on his evil countenance, and I felt that something was about to happen. When darkness set in I saw him come forth from the door of his little shop and glance furtively around to see if he were being watched. I allowed him to get right out of the street before I left the house, and then I set off after him. I followed him to Lehman Street, and there I saw him enter a shop which I knew was the abode of a number of criminals well known to the police.
He did not stay long. For about a quarter of an hour I hung about keeping my eye on the door, and at last I was rewarded by seeing him emerging alone.
He made his way down to St George's in the East End, and there to my astonishment I saw him stop and speak to a drunken woman.
I crouched in a doorway and held my breath. Was he going to throw himself right into my waiting arms? He passed on after a moment or two, and on I slunk after him.
As I passed the woman she laughed and shouted something after me, which, however, I did not catch.
My man was evidently of opinion that he might be followed every minute. Now and again he turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, and consequently I had the greatest difficulty in keeping behind him.
I had to work my way along, now with my back to the wall, now pausing and making little runs for a sheltering doorway. Not far from where the model lodging house stands he met another woman, and for a considerable distance he walked along with her.
Just as I was beginning to prepare myself for a terrible ordeal, however, he pushed her away from him and set off at a rapid pace.
In the end he brought me, tired, weary, and nerve-strung, back to the street he had left where he disappeared into his own house.
Next morning I beheld him busy as usual. It is indeed very strange that as soon as this madman was put under observation, the mysterious crimes ceased, and that very soon he removed from his usual haunts and gave up his nightly prowls. He was never arrested for the reason that not the slightest scrap of evidence could be found to connect him with the crimes.
Henry Cox (known as Harry) was great grandfather George Cox's brother
The man he followed was Aaron Kosminski (I think)
Letzter Satz dürfte dann wohl von Pat Marschall stammen oder? Während ihrer Schulzeit ist sie wohl tagtäglich durch die Berner Street (Henrique Street) gelaufen, nicht ahnend, mit wem Sie da verwandt war... Kann das alles Zufall sein?
Grüße, Lestrade.