This is a hard blog to write. Joseph Merrick, the man known as the Elephant Man, was actually an experiment gone wrong. He was said to have some disease, but in actuality, his owner kept him caged and beat him regularly to the point that he became badly disfigured. In 2003, I was told it happens from time to time because evil people want to have a Human Being to gaze at who was made by the Devil, not God. The other outcome was the torture was so severe they hoped to turn that person evil. It didn’t work with Joseph Merrick.
Every generation has an elephant man. I met such man, once. He and I both have had almost every bone in our bodies broken and our skulls crushed and still we were good people. I still am a good person, the man I met, I’ll call him Will, was a very good man until the night he died. Will was killed saving me, the night I met him. I realize now that death was the only way out of that Hell for Will. Now he’s one of my Angels.
The Elephant Man
I’ve decided to tell you the real story of my Elephant Man as an illustration of the power of the mind; and the evil that now pervades the culture of the US and the world. It’s disgusting, so if you’re squeamish you may want to skip this entry.
The way all my memories start is, I was drugged and brought someplace, and then I was awakened and expected to perform in some capacity. This time I knew I was expected to scream because this time I was tossed into a chair so hard I was jarred into semi-consciousness. I heard my owner say she had never heard me scream.
“It doesn’t matter how badly she got tortured,” she said, “she has never screamed.”
The man replied no woman had ever looked at the man he owned without screaming. “Everyone screams,” He said but then corrected himself, “sometimes,” he said, “the men just gasp or yelp, but the women ALWAYS scream.” He assured my owner she would finally get to hear me scream.
I was slapped awake. “Look at him,” my nightmare keeper demanded.
“Turn around and look at her,” Will’s owner cajoled.
The two owners left the cage.
I looked around and found I had been brought into a large cage. It may have been 14 feet square. It stunk. There were bars across the front and along part of the left side; and the rest was rock. There was a wooden bench along the back, rock wall; and a pile of old hay or straw covered part of the bench and the floor that surrounded the bench. There sat a cowering figure who said he didn’t want to make me scream. He saw me as I was dragged in and he felt so ashamed.
When he finally partially turned to talk to me, I didn’t scream, I couldn’t even understand why anyone would scream. I saw the kindness and confusion in his eyes. He never did turn all the way around to face me to talk to me; but that was okay. I thought this was probably the first time he’d ever had a conversation.
He told me horrible things about being beaten. He had to urinate so he apologized profusely and explained, because he was an animal, he had to do this vile thing. He stood with his back to me and peed onto the rock wall. He said, “You’d never do anything as loathsome as this.”
I replied, “I’d use the bathroom.”
He almost turned around this time as he took his curved, cringing place on the bench. “The what?”
“The bathroom? The water closet, the WC? You know the room you go into that has a toilet that you urinate into.”
“Do you mean to tell me you do this, too?” He sounded amazed. “But surely not my master, not his highness?”
‘Is this possible?’ I thought. I was dumbfounded to think this gentle man didn’t know people had to pee. Somehow the despicable criminal who owned this man had convinced him only animals eliminate their bodily waste. Keeping him caged, and in a constant state of healing, and away from other human contact, Will had no idea what other human beings were like. I was the one who had to let him know how badly he’d been lied to. “Humans are animals, too. We need to urinate and defecate same as all the animals.” I assured him.
“Even you?” He sounded genuinely astonished.
“Then, why does his highness whip me when I do it?”
“He wants to keep you down. He lies to you. You’re not a monster; he’s the one who makes you look this way. He’s the monster, he’s the animal!” Then I explained lying. I couldn’t believe one human being would treat another with such vile contempt.
I asked Will what all the lumps were on his skin. He didn’t know. I walked over to Will and held my arm against the wall, close enough so Will could see my arm without moving his head. I said, “This is what skin looks like, but yours is covered in lumps the size of walnuts.”
“It’s from the whip,” he explained.
We heard footsteps, “Something’s wrong.” I heard his highness declare from outside the door, “She should have screamed by now!”
I ran back to my chair and sat down.
His highness burst into the cage with a whip and began whipping Will, screaming at him, “Show her your face – you monster!”
“He’s not the monster – you are!” I cried as I launched myself at his highness’ back, and I grabbed hold of him with my arm. I was almost up on his shoulders and my arms were wrapped below his chin. He spun furiously and crashed my body against the rock wall of the cage with such force he broke several ribs and cracked a few vertebrae and punctured my lungs. I couldn’t move. I had to let go.
His highness righted himself and screeched; “Now it’s your turn!” I felt the burn of the whip on me.
“No!” Will turned all the way around and ran to stop his highness.
“He’s never done that before. She put a spell on him!” His highness screeched, “This is all your fault!” He looked at me as he shot Will. “That’ll put an end to the freak show. He was the only reason people paid for this show.”
I passed out.
In 2003 I learned Will’s death was never investigated. People with that “disease” are never expected to live that long, anyway.
Some days, when the pain from that injury is so horrific it levels me, I can still taste the blood in my mouth.
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