When a leading magistrate called Patrick Colquhoun wrote an
analysis of crime in the metropolis in 1797, of 115,000 citizens listed as
being engaged in various crimes, there were allegedly 50,000 “Unfortunate Females
of all descriptions, who support themselves chiefly or wholly by prostitution.”
This is a staggering statistic, and to my mind demonstrates
two things: how limited were opportunities of employment for women, and the
heavy price women paid for giving way to what we now regard as a natural
inclination. In other words, sex.
There’s nothing new about men paying for sex. They always
have, they still do and they probably always will. What’s new - and the change
has been visible in my lifetime - is that women are no longer pilloried for
having indulged their sexual appetites.
For our 18th century sisters, this was certainly not the
case. Prostitutes could be committed to Bridewell, a “house of correction”
where they would be set to beating hemp as a job - after being stripped to the
waist, tied to a whipping post and publicly flogged. However, it wasn’t a
popular punishment, because everyone shouted to the president of the Court of
Governors to “knock, knock” with his gavel, which signalled the end of the whipping.
It seems harsh to us, until we remember how brutal the 18th
Century was. Punishments worse than this were commonplace, and I expect
your average prostitute would sooner be flogged than hanged.
What is particularly mean about it is that many women only
became ladies of the night after they had been seduced by an unscrupulous man,
and had no choice. Without marriage, they were disgraced and their families
either had to chuck them out or be tarred with the same brush.
Innocent girls were often also seduced into prostitution not
by men, but by members of their own sex. Youthful virgins were highly valuable
to a brothel bawd, and these women would pick up country girls coming to London to find work.
Ladies genuinely in search of maidservants would meet the arriving wagonload of
girls, but among them were the procuresses, cajoling the prettiest with
flattering promises of employment and riches.
Hogarth’s series of prints “A Harlot’s Progress” were
designed to point up the tragedy, taking Moll Hackabout from innocence to
procurement, through a career as a successful and fashionable courtesan, until
her keeper gets bored and throws her out. At this point she is reduced to
common prostitution, followed inevitably by imprisonment in Bridewell, then penury,
disease and death at 23. Apparently this was not an uncommon path for a young
girl to tread.
There was one route out of the mire and that was marriage.
Get a ring on your finger and respectability could wipe out the past. A
surprising number of harlots made it into the aristocracy, and a couple of
generations down the line, it no longer mattered and was likely a talking point
of pride. Any girl might get away with a fall from grace, provided she didn’t
get pregnant and both she and the guilty male in the case kept their mouths
shut.
Contraception was so unreliable, however, that unwanted
pregnancies were rife. The first task was to try and get the seducer to marry
the girl. Failing that, concealment was not impossible, if relatives had the
sense to get her abroad for the duration. It would be given out that she needed
to go away for her health, and travel took so long that several months out of
the country would cause no remark. The child would be put out for adoption into
God knows what kind of life, and the girl would return with reputation intact.
Naturally, her nearest and dearest would be at pains to get
her married as soon as possible, and any husband discovering he’d been sold a
pig in a poke was unlikely to make a song and dance about it because of the
potential scandal. Separation and divorce were so difficult to achieve that he
was likely better off keeping quiet about it. And he was probably well paid
too!
One other way was to give the disgraced woman a married name
and settle her in an unsuspecting village somewhere as a widow. She might live
poorly, but at least she would live respectably and be saved from a life of
prostitution.
5 comments:
A really interesting post, Elizabeth, with a lot of important points. I think there were probably different rules for girls with money. You could probably get away with much more if you were lucky enough to have a healthy dowry!
Yes, but there were different perils for a girl with money -- your family focused on keeping you innocent, which meant you knew very little about men and their wicked wiles! No wonder rich girls were guarded day and night, practically imprisoned by the rules of propriety. All a man had to do was get under Miss Moneybags' skirts and he'd be set for life.
On the contrary, the flogging of prostitutes was an extremely popular punishment. Attending the public gallery, either at the Bridewells or the Old Bailey to ‘see the strumpets whipped’ was a very popular and fashionable entertainment for the Georgian middle classes, both men and women. It had a particular attraction for men, as the unfortunate women being flogged were stripped naked to the waist, with the exposure which that involved.
It would have been a horrific ordeal for the women being so punished. Not only were they stripped naked to the waist, but they would have been tied with their wrists stretched high above their head to the whipping post, which in most cases would have been an upright pillar of rough sawn, splintery wood, against which their naked breasts would have been pressed and rubbed as they writhed under the lash.
Worst still, whipping with the cat’o nine tails, which was the instrument most often used, affected not only the victim’s back and shoulders, but the whole torso, as the whip’s thongs would wrap around the side, cutting into the ribs, armpit and breast region on the opposite side to which the flogger stood. This aspect has been historically recorded with the regard to the flogging of male sailors, soldiers and convicts. One can only imagine how horrific it would have been for women suffering weals and lacerations to the armpit and breast when being flogged. There would also have been the resultant scarring, which would have affected the wretched prostitutes ability to attract clients, except for those men for whom whipping scars on a woman’s back, armpits and breasts were a ‘turn on’.
Pour une fille c'était vraiment gênant déshabillée jusqu'à la taille en public et installer au poteau de flagellation. Ses seins sa poitrine son ventre exposaient sous le regard du public immense qui l'insultait des mots degradant.le fouet qui tombe sur son dos nue donne le plaisir au public le cri, le suppli, la torde de douleur le son du fouet dans l'air et le torse nue de la femme donne un spectacle chaleureux aux public.
Une fille prostituée a été fouettée au place publique torse nue ce jour là il y avait plein de genres sur la place homme et femme. La jeune fille de 24 ans a été jugé dans un tribunal pendant 2h temps puis on l'emmène au lieu de la punition accompagner des gardes et marchaient pendant 12 minutes%. Quand ils sont arrivés un juge un guarde et la jeune femme montent l'escalier, le juge lire a haute voix la sentence de la fille puis un guarde dit a la fille déshabille toi !! La jeune femme très honte face aux publics enlever son corsage au dessus de sa tête dévoile son dos et ses seins après ses mains a été attachées au dessus de sa tête ses pieds sont fixé au sol face aux publics maintenant elle est nue jusqu'au dessous de son nombril.
Elle va recevoir 70 coup fouets torse nue avec un nerf de boeuf (rigoise) le 1e coup fouet tombe en travers du dos elle sert ses dents la 2e tombe plus bas que le 1e elle ferme ses yeux 3e tombe croisé les 2 autres" elle ouvre la bouche 4e shwapp elle torde sur le côté gauche le public aplaudir environ 15 coups rigoise au dos!! Un coup touche sa sein droite flek"" elle torde encore et encore le gens regardent ses seins en forme de poire son ventre plat et son nombril ovale. cause ses mains attachées au dessus de sa tête. Elle danse sous le fouet 1 tombe sur sa poitrine elle pleure comme une folle des coups fouets se multiplient partout sur son torse nu. Dos, côte, seins, ventre n'étaient pas épargnés un peu de sang mélanger au sueurs se mettre couler sur son dos. 50e traverse son côte droite atterrir sur son nombril c'était un plaisir pour le public quant elle torde et tourne un peu a gauche pour épargner son ventre. Elle a oubliée si elle était nue jusqu'au hanche tous qu'elle contemple c'est la douleur et le public.
80% de son torse a été touché par le fouet 70 coup fouets son dos meurtrier et la plupart des côtés de la poitrine des seins et son ventre. C'est terminé le public aplaudir encore le soldat approche vert elle avec le rigoise en main il entre un doigt dans son nombril ovale et demande est ce que ça va?
La jeune femme répond : oui monsieur ne me fouette plus SVP donne moi la chance
Guarde: tu vas rester la pendant 30 minutes
La jeune fille Oui monsieur.
Après 30 minutes on l'a détachées puis pour retourner au tribunal toujours torse nue pour que tout le monde voir son corps fouettée comme exemple. En marchant elle tente de remonter sa jupe pour couvrir son nombril un coup fouet tombe sur son épaule touche son sein droite shflek""" haaayw le guarde disais laisse ton nombril aux yeux de tous sale pute
T'es une prostituée ton corps n'a pas de valeur .
De retour au tribunal on l'a mis à genoux torse nue pendant 4h temps elle regarde son corps coupé par le fouet. Le temps est écoulé voici ton corsage lève toi habille toi. Honteuse elle court jusqu'a sa maison puis un jour après elle fuit cette ville.
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