3. Martha Haney

Episode 3. Martha Haney.

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In episode one of Good Nightmare, we talked about Lizzie Borden and the question of her guilt. In today’s case, again featuring a female axe murderer, there is no doubt that the woman accused committed the crime. This case, however, is no less complicated as you will come to see. While the woman we’re going to talk about committed this crime with no doubt, she was not held criminally responsible.

Today we’re going back to 1897, Michigan, to a humble and unassuming home to a family of three. 

Here, Martha Haney lives with her husband Alfred, affectionately known as Alfie, and Alfie’s mother, Mariah. Alfie and his family were considered peasants in their time. They had enough money to cover their basic needs of food and shelter, but luxuries were scarce. 

Alfie would work odd jobs as often as he could to bring home a much needed pay check for his family. His mother and wife would take care of the home, together, though more often than not they would find themselves butting heads. 

Martha was mentally ill. This was no secret. People around town were aware of her odd behaviour: talking to herself and wandering aimlessly about town. As you can imagine in the 1800s there was little understanding of appropriate treatment for mental illness, and to a family such as hers, not many resources.  

Alfie’s mother, Mariah, was a widow. She spent most of her days at home with Martha. Mariah never took a liking to Martha. In fact, when Aflie first introduced the two, Mariah took an instant disliking to the younger woman but she couldn’t quite explain what it was that put her off. 

The two women would often bicker and fight, sometimes go as far as giving each other a little push or a shove. The construction workers nearby were used to hearing this kind of commotion and would often ignore it. It had become something of background noise, not worth tuning in for.

If only they had listened this day. 

It was spring and Martha’s odd behaviour was only getting worse. She would mumble to herself and bicker constantly with Alfie’s mother. Alfie knew his wife needed support. He wanted to take her to see a doctor to get help for her ailments. He broached the subject to his wife but soon backed down as she instantly became agitated at the idea. Perhaps, he thought, he would try again tomorrow or another day when she was calmer. 

The following morning, Martha greeted Alfie with a smile. She reassured him that she was just fine and the doctor could wait. He hadn’t seen his wife in such high spirits in a long time. They decided that he would use that day to go to work and earn a wage, the doctor could wait. So that’s exactly what he did. 

A little background about Martha that lead to the trigger for the crime:

Martha had had children in a previous relationship, well before she met Aflie, and that she never talked about. No one had ever seen, let alone met, her children and due to her seemingly odd behaviour, people around town often spread or believed in rumours that she had killed them before marrying Alfie. They were wrong, of course. The children had been adopted out to another family. 

On this particular morning, doctor’s appointment cancelled and Alfie away at work, Martha removed a photo of Mariah’s deceased husband from a frame and replaced it with a photo of her own children.  Children she hadn’t spoken of in years.

Upon discovering the change, Mariah became upset. She confronted Martha and the women began to argue. The commotion would have been no different to the men outside than what they were already so used to. 

 During the argument, Martha was forced out of the home. Finding herself stranded outside and irate, she began moving around the garden, when she came across an axe. She returned to the house and used it to break in the door. The events that took place next where unspeakable.

Alfie, after working half the day, was coming home for a cooked lunch with his family.  He entered the house but was soon seen coming out in quite a state. This alerted the construction workers nearby as this was unusual for the usually upbeat young man. They saw smoke billowing from the kitchen window and believed this to be the cause of Alfie’s alarm. They moved quickly, thinking that if the fire was small enough they may be able to put it out or contain it to avoid any further damage. They were not expecting to see what was behind the smoke. 

You see, when Alfie had entered the house he was first confronted by a horrible smell, and an even more disturbing sight followed. It was his mother’s head, set at his place on the table, adorned with a knife and fork. His mother’s body lay on the floor, her dress in flames.

Martha was not in sight. 

After gaining access to the house again by force, Martha had brutally murdered and decapitated the older woman with an axe. It was said that there were chunks of the old woman’s hair embedded in the floorboards where the axe had come down on her. It was an absolute bloodbath. Not satisfied with simply killing the woman, Martha set her head at the table the way she would Alfie’s meal. The body was laying nearby, soaked in kerosene from a lamp, and set alight with the coals from the stove that she had been using to cook her husband’s lunch. 

Martha was found in only her underwear as she exited her bedroom when the law and her husband returned. She sat in the lounge at first, stripping wall paper from the walls, completely detached from the scene around her.  

Later, while the crime scene was still being investigated, she moved to the backyard and started digging frantically in the dirt with her bare hands. Witnesses suggested that it looked as though she was trying to dig a hole in which to bury her mother-in-law’s body. 

When the deputy came to take her away, she was speaking of her  own dead mother, saying that she had been told by her mother’s ghost to kill Mariah.  

‘Kill Mariah or she will kill you.’  

Martha said that she had to kill the woman. That she ‘did not do it to be mean.’ 

She was held in a men’s jail for a time as her fate was being determined. She was kept separate from the men, of course. She was treated kindly by another woman who tended to her, though Martha had difficulty understanding her situation. 

Martha’s mental state had to be evaluated to determine her responsibility in committing the murder. Three separate doctors ruled her insane and she was not prosecuted for her crimes. However, she didn’t go free. She was sentenced to the Home for the Dangerous and Criminally Insane. This is where she lived out the rest of her life. 

What about Alfie? 

He went on to live as normal a life as possible. He even remarried. Though of course they didn’t remain in that home. 

And what happened to the house? 

Years later, it was used as a test site for firemen to train. It was burnt down, in a way, completing the job that Martha had started. 

If you’re interested in reading more about Martha Haney, I recommend the novel To Hell I Must Go by Rod Sadler. Sadler is a 30 year police veteren and a direct relation of the deputy involved in the case. 

 

 

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Nightmare II

I suffer from reasonably regular migraines. In 2017, I was having at least one intense migraine a week, to the point where I would be completely incapacitated. Anywhere from 7 to 10 on the pain scale. They would give me horrible nightmares whenever I was able to sleep for whatever short time my body would allow me to rest.

Like many people who are in chronic pain, my mind often turned to ridiculous cures: What if I put this knitting needle through my eye? If I could just rip out my sinus it would relieve some pressure… If only I could put a rail spike through my temple, or put a knife tip into the base of my neck to relieve this pain.

Twice I had actually found myself pulling a paring knife from a drawer before realising what I was doing.

It was while I was sleeping through one of these migraines that my brain decided to play with one of these ideas:

The entire environment I was in was a cool blue, the colour of hospital gowns or icebergs. I had a syringe in one hand filled with iced water, and medical tools in front of me, resting on a metal tray. I had removed a piece of my own skull, just to the right of the frontal lobe, and holding the syringe over my exposed brain, I began to express the cold water directly onto my grey-matter. It felt soothing but also repulsive in the sense that I knew that I had done something permanently damaging to myself, and would not be able to put myself back together. I was essentially exposed and lobotomised.

This wasn’t one of the longest or most horrifying nightmares I’ve had but it’s stuck with me for almost two years.

Thankfully, we found the cause of my migraines and since dealing with that, I’ve only had one every other month in the past 6 months. The nightmares haven’t shown any sign of slowing, on the other hand.

How does pain affect your dreams?

2. The Little Mermaid

Episode 2. The Little Mermaid.

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Image: Edmund Dulac – Stories from Hans Andersen, with illustrations by Edmund Dulac, London, Hodder & Stoughton, Ltd., 1911.

I think it is safe to say that a lot of us, if not all of us, are familiar with fairy tales. Whether it’s because out parents or guardians read them to us as children, or because we fell in love with Disney movies as we were growing up. They are stories that we tend to believe teach us lessons in love and kindness and defeating evil. 

Most modern fairy tales are made up of a regular arrangement of characters. You have the evil characters, perhaps a wicked witch or a monster or even a sister. A hero, most often a prince or a charming but unlikely street rat. A princess, usually one who has been down and out, either forced into house cleaning duties or hidden from the public eye under threat of death or curse. And of course, there’s always a happily ever after. But fairy tales weren’t always this way. Sometimes there is no happy ending. Sometimes there’s blood and death and gratuitous violence.  

Today I want to talk about what I consider one of the saddest and most romantic fairy tales written: The Little Mermaid. 

Now, I’m definitely not talking about the Disney version of the story, which is both adorable and fun and gives us the happiest of endings. I want to talk about Hans Christen Anderson’s original story, published for the first time in 1837 in Fairy Tales Told for Children. 

Perhaps there is a lesson to be learnt in this story – one of love and kindness and morality, but it’s hard not to take away from it a touch of the melancholy suffered by the Little Mermaid herself.

In this story, the Little Mermaid lives in an underwater kingdom with her widowed father, a Mer-King, her grandmother and her five older sisters. As each daughter turns 15 they are permitted to visit the surface of the sea in their natural form and later the human, or upper world, as humans. As they return, they tell stories of their experiences and hearing them year after year gives the Little Mermaid a longing to know what life is like on the surface. 

When her turn comes to break through the surface of the sea, she witnesses a birthday celebration on a ship in honour of a prince. As with most fairy-tales, it’s love at first site. She keeps her distance until a storm hits and sinks the boat and she rushes to save the prince from drowning. She brings him to the shore and leaves him to be found by a young woman and her ladies in waiting. The prince never so much as glimpses the Little Mermaid, instead he believes that it was the women on the shore that found him.

I’m sure at some point in our lives, we’ve all experienced unrequited love and the pain it can bring. The Little Mermaid is no different. She becomes melancholy at her loss of the prince and asks her grandmother if humans can live forever, but she is told that unlike the 300 years of life granted to a mermaid, human’s live for a much shorter time and that while humans have eternal souls, when a mermaid dies she will simply return to the sea as sea-foam. This does nothing to ease her pain.

Desperate, the Little Mermaid travels to the dangerous part of the ocean and visits the Sea Witch, who willingly gives her legs in exchange for the Little Mermaid’s tongue and voice. She explains to the Little Mermaid that when the transformation takes place, she will feel as though she is being cut through with a sword and that every step she takes on her new legs will feel as though she is walking on knives. She will be able to dance more beautifully than any human, but not without agony. As an added complication, the Sea-Witch tells the Little Mermaid that she will only gain a human soul if she wins the love of the prince and marries him, so that his soul becomes a part of her. If she is not able to win his love, on the day after he marries someone else, she will die broken-hearted and turn to sea-foam on the waves. 

The Little Mermaid agrees to take the arrangement, blinded by both hope and love.

She swims as near to the prince’s palace as she can before drinking the potion that would turn her human and seal her fate. The prince finds her and is mesmerised by her beauty, and though she is mute, the prince loves to watch her dance. 

She soon becomes the prince’s favourite companion. They accompany each other on several outings. It appears that he may one day confess his love and ask her to marry him. He tells her he is being pressured by his parents to marry a princess from a neighbouring kingdom, but he can’t. He says he can only love the woman that he believes saved his life, though he doesn’t know that she is standing right beside him, in agony just to be with him. 

A marriage is arranged between the prince and the young woman who discovered him on the shore. The wedding is celebrated on a ship out at sea. The Little Mermaid, heartbroken and in despair knows that her fate isn’t far away. Her sisters visit her at the surface of the water and offer her a knife that they have cut off their hair for in a trade with the Sea-Witch. They explain to their youngest sister that if she is to kill the prince with the knife, and let his blood drip over her feet, she may become a mermaid once more and return to the sea. She would be allowed to live out the remainder of her 300 years with her family. 

The Little Mermaid attempts this feat but finds herself unable to kill the sleeping prince. Instead, at the break of dawn, she throws the knife and herself into the sea. She expects to die upon entering the water, however she instead finds herself turned into an earthbound spirit, a daughter of air, due of her acts of selflessness. She is greeted by others who have also suffered a similar fate and is told that she may one day earn her own soul by doing good deeds for mankind for the next 300 years. She may then, perhaps, rise up into the Kingdom of God. 

Anderson was a beautiful writer, and while not too much is known about his personal life, upon his death there were love letters discovered that he had written to or received from both a man and woman that he had loved in his lifetime.  

Many people attribute the tragic ending of the Little Mermaid to his experience and expression of unrequited love for either of the people who were unable to return his feelings.

I guess in any other story, now would be the time to explain the morals or lessons to be learnt, but sometimes it’s nice to just enjoy a story for what it is. No matter how tragic. 

Be sure to let me know your favourite fairy-tales.

 

 

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1. Lizzie Borden

Episode 1. Lizzie Borden.

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This is one of my favourite and most influential true crime stories.

Lizzie Borden, and the brutal murder of both of her parents is infamous. It’s likely that you have either heard the case itself or you have seen the Netflix series, or perhaps read a novel about it.

While the case is considered unsolved, Lizzie borden has been condemned for years by the general public, many of whom believe wholly in her guilt. Though, she was actually acquitted at trial in record time by a jury of her peers, which leads me to believe that there is much more to the story than simply an angry woman with an axe.

Lizzie’s father, Andrew, grew up with modest livings. He struggled with money as a young man, though he was born to wealth. He believed in making a name for himself and building his own empire. Which he did. He made his fortune making furniture and caskets, ironically, and ended up owning several textile mills.

By the time he died his estate was valued at US$300,000, which is approximately US$18 million as of 2016. Despite his fortunes, Andrew was known for being frugal. There was no indoor plumbing in the Borden home on either the first or second storey, and he chose to live near his businesses in an industrial area.

As in modern society, industrial areas are not considered particularly desirable. For example, I live on the west side of the city of Melbourne. Our roads and landscapes are poorly kept and are incredibly congested, and we are surrounded by farms and factories, that come with some unpleasant scents on warm summer days. On the east side, houses are mansion-like, roads well kept, and even the air smells cleaner.

Most affluent people in Andrew Borden’s time were living further from the industrial area in a place considered much more fashionable.

Andrew’s frugality didn’t win him any friends. He was disliked by many people in town and I can’t imagine that living with him was any better.

Lizzie Andrew Borden was born 19 July, 1860. She was the younger of Andrew’s two daughters with his first wife.

Lizzie and her older sister Emma Lenora Borden were brought up under religious conditions, though nothing out of the ordinary for the time. In fact, Lizzie was involved with her church, and taught at the Sunday school for local children who had immigrated to America.

Lizzie was active in her community and well known and liked, though, sometimes considered a little bit strange.

Lizzie and Emma’s mother, Andrew’s first wife, died in 1863 when Lizzie was barely 3 years old. Lizzie would not remember her mother but shew would come to know her step-mother well enough: Abby Durfee Borden (nee Gray). Lizzie was recorded as saying that she believed Abby was only after her father’s money, and she would only call her “Step Mother”, not mother, and definitely not by name.

This later indicated to investigators, and the public, that their relationship was civil at best.

Lizzie was known for faking illness in order to avoid family dinners and her step-mother especially. I can’t imagine this behaviour is unusual, even for an adult, who might dislike a person living under their roof. I’ve avoided a few conversations this way, myself.

Lizzie was a little strange, and childlike, as an adult.

In 1892, at 32 years, old she built a pigeon coop to keep pigeons as pets. A little bit odd but nothing to indicate that anything was wrong with her, especially not that she would have violent tendencies.

Her father, Andrew, howver, wasn’t exactly a fan of the pigeons. He was violent. He believed the pigeons were attracting local kids who wanted to hunt them and considered the children pests. And so decided the best remedy was to kill all the pigeons with a hatchet. A little extreme, if you ask me.

Naturally, Liz was upset. She had been caring for these pigeons and rather than releasing the birds and dismantling the coop, her father had destroyed everything in one big, bloody mess. A possible motive for Lizzie, or just a tragedy?

Lizzie and her sister, who were considered spinsters, being in their 30s and unmarried, decided to take a short vacation together after a family argument. It has been suggested that this vacation may have been part of the murderous plan, given it took place shortly before the murders.

The sisters returned home just a week before the killings. During the time they were away, Andrew had been gifting various amounts of real-estate to his wife’s family which may solidify the idea that she was just in it for the money. Though many marriages were made to secure finances, as we know, so would it really have been that scandalous?

The borden house was a busy one leading up to the murders.

Enter second suspect: John Vinnicum Morse. Andrew’s brother.

John visited the Borden  home to discuss business with Andrew and was to stay for a short time. You can imagine that there may have been some tension between the two with Andrew selling off property that John may have felt some entitlement to. There is not much information about their relationship, otherwise, though we all know how mixing money and family can cause tension. And worse.

This is where things start to get weird. Or, weirder.

Only days before the murders, the entire Borden family had taken ill. Including Lizzie. It was suggested that this was due to food poisoning from old mutton but Abby was paranoid, and perhaps rightly so. She believed the family had been deliberately poisoned. This sparks the idea that the family may have had known enemies, outside or within their home.

Suspect/s three: The maids.

The maids of the Borden family were said to be disgruntled by the way they were treated by the Borden’s. Abby and Andrew were not the kindest of employers.

On Thursday 4 August, 1892, Abby and Andrew were murdered.

Abby was said to have been facing her killer when she was struck with a weapon. This caused her to fall face down on the floor where she was struck another 19 times in the back of her head, taking place between 9.00 – 10.30am.

Andrew was murdered between 10.30 – 11.10am. He was chatting with his brother in the sitting room for about an hour prior to his murder. Morse then went for an hour or so walk at 9am. When he returned (conveniently after both murders had taken place) he claimed his house key wouldn’t work in the lock, so he called for assistance. It was the housemaid who came to the door and discovered the body, saying that when she swore aloud, she believed she heard Lizzie laughing upstairs. This itself is questionable due to Lizzie’s alibi which I will come to in a moment.

What makes John suspicious is not only that he had motive, time and a convenient alibi, but also that we know from cases such as that of Jon Benet Ramsey, that people involved in a murder will often bring a “witness” to discover the body with or for them.

As for Lizzie’s alibi: Lizzie claimed that she was in the loft in the barn eating peas while this took place, police didn’t believe her though there were witnesses who confirmed that Lizzie was not in the house at the time of the murder. You would think if the alibi was fabricated, she would have come up with something that kept her further from the house.

There are multiple contradictory testimonies from witnesses about what happened and when. Not exactly unusual as we all know that eye-witness testimonies are notoriously unreliable.

Lizzie was not thoroughly investigated or checked for blood stains during the investigation as she was unwell and was confined to her room. The police were criticised for not being thorough in their investigation when they first came to the home, which may have allowed the killer time to dispose of any damning evidence.

Following the crime, and after the initial investigation, Lizzie burned a dress she owned in the fireplace that was “covered in paint”. Eating peas in a loft makes burning a dress seem less out of character. So does owning pigeons, and back then, I guess, being unmarried and over thirty. Though, it doesn’t make it any less suspicious.  It wasn’t determined whether this was the dress she was wearing the day of the murders, as no one thought to inspect it when they had the chance.

Lizzie was officially a suspect.

On August 11, 1892, Lizzie was arrested and jailed.

On June 5, 1893, trial began. All evidence appeared to be nothing more than circumstantial. At trial on June 20, after only 90 minutes, Lizzie was acquitted of her charges.

The skulls of her parents were used as evidence in the trial. The autopsy had taken place in the kitchen of the family home, and the heads had been removed. It was not until after the trial concluded that they were buried at the foot of their respective graves.

Lizzie chose to live her remaining days in the same town she grew up in, facing rumours and ridicule and even a kind of cute, if not disturbing, nursery rhyme about the murders.

Lizzie Borden took an axe 
She gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one
Lizzie Borden got away
For her crime she did not pay

Lizzie remains the prime suspect regardless of being acquitted, but there were multiple people in that town and in that house that could have committed the crime.

Some suggest that the maid killed the parents out of frustration at her working conditions.

Morse had a convenient alibi and at the time was also considered a suspect. He remains a suspect today as the case is still unsolved and he was never ruled out.

Morse had stayed with the Borden’s weeks before and would have known their routine. He also mentioned that he didn’t see Lizzie during his trip to the family home, she seems to be a recluse which I think is reinstated by the fact that she tended to avoid her own family, spends a lot of time alone or only at the church.

As for motive?

Andrew Borden was originally married to Morse’s sister, his first wife.

Perhaps he felt entitled to her share of the land and money which instead was now going to the new wife and her extended family. This might have been an affront to him, him being more closely related and especially related by blood to Borden’s daughters. I’ve seen people fight over less, and kill over much less.

There was the equivalent of millions at stake and Morse wasn’t getting a dime. Lizzie and Emma would have been much easier to dupe out of their inheritance or to scam money from. There’s something about all the convenient excuses he was able to make that I just don’t trust.

Call me biased, because I am, but I have a bit of a soft spot for Lizzie and something tells me that she was the scapegoat for a crime she didn’t commit. I feel her innocence is confirmed by her alibi and her acquittal by a jury of her peers who knew her best.

But I want to know – what do you think?  And what is your favourite portrayal of Lizzie in pop-culture?

 

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Nightmare I

Nightmare Highlights – 12 December, 2018

This is a nightmare log, where I will share personal, graphic nightmares of mine. I suffer chronic nightmares which are always lucid, always painful, always graphic. Please read at your discretion. Content warnings will ALWAYS be included.

Content warning: harm to a child, execution, shooting, parent-death

Part One

I was at home with my nephew (2) and my sister, and he kept coming home from daycare with “ouchies” as he calls them (I know, adorable!). We tried to find what the ouchies were caused by and basically he had been picking up seeds and tree sap and inserting them under his skin (arms, back, neck) and letting them grown. They would grow under the skin up the length of his arm, back or neck and he would then grab the tip of one and pull it out by peeling it back, essentially splitting the skin wide open. It wouldn’t hurt him but it was terrifying. They looked like this ->->->->->->-.

To get him to stop, I had to tell him that even though they didn’t hurt him, they hurt Aunty when he pulled them out so he wasn’t allowed to do it anymore. Then we had to bandage all his open (not bleeding, and very clean) wounds.

 

Part Two

I was at the Plaza (shopping mall) and two of my friends were taken as hostage with a man hunt going on for another woman. The person who had my friends in a public spectacle only had 2 henchmen with firemen’s hoses to keep people down, basically beating them with high pressure water. I made my way into the shops, to find this woman who was a target. Found her. Got her somewhere safe. Later, came out to see the public thing had escalated and I was suddenly stuck in a car. I saw two people picked to kneel in front of the executioner and be shot to death with several rounds each from an automatic rifle. Then the next two stepped forward and knelt, I recognised one. He turned in my direction not knowing I was there, and I saw it was my dad. I watched him be executed.

I woke up at about 5am and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was shaking, sweating, and as the nightmares were lucid, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that it wasn’t real.