Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 137 - Madame Delphine LaLaurie: How Evil Was She?
Episode Date: April 29, 2019Did Madame Delphine and her Dr. husband really torture their slaves in the most horrific of ways at the now infamous LaLaurie Mansion at 1140 Royal St in the French Quarter of New Orleans? Or are the ...stories of firefighters walking into a burning structure in 1834 and finding horribly mutilated bodies just part of New Orleans ghost tour folklore? We do our best historical detective work as we examine the lives of one of the most infamous women to ever live in one of American's most interesting cities. We head back to NOLA on another historical true crime edition of Timesuck! THE GATHERING 2019 - Tickets are on sale HERE NOW! Only 55 tickets total! Happy Murder Tour Standup dates: May 1-4 San Francisco, CA Punchline Comedy Club CLICK HERE for tix! May 9-11 Boston, MA Laugh Boston Comedy Club CLICK HERE for tix! May 19th Spokane, WA Spokane Comedy Club LIVE ANT HILL KIDS TIMESUCK Click HERE for tix! May 30th-June 1st Jacksonville, FL The Comedy Zone CLICK HERE for tix! June 7-8th Omaha, NE The Funny Bone CLICK HERE for tix! Listen to the best of my standup on Spotify! (for free!) https://spoti.fi/2Dyy41d Timesuck is brought to you by Away Travel! Head to awaytravel.com/timesuck Use promo code TIMESUCK for $20 off a suitcase Watch the Suck on Youtube: https://youtu.be/6qp33n5siiE Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 4500 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.
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If you've ever gone on a haunted tour of New Orleans, like I have, you are bound to stop at the former
residents of one Madam Delphine La Lourie. Q the spooky haunted house music located 1140 Royal Street,
the La Lourie mansion, as it's now known. It's just one short block off the Bourbon Street of New
Orleans, Mardi Gras, Infamy, Breast and Beads, Alcohol and Carpe Diem. The La. The lottery mansion is a swanky look and structure
in the French quarter that currently is a private residence
that no one has believed to actually live in.
Its emptiness certainly adds to its eeriness.
It's had its fair share of owners over the years.
No one seems to stay long.
Actor Nicholas Cage recently owned
and then lost it to the bank during a bankruptcy proceeding
and current anonymous owner,
bought it at an auction for around $2.5 million
back in 2010.
I initially wanted to say it's a really creepy looking place,
but I think it only appears creepy to me
because of what I've heard has happened inside its walls.
Some say, like my ghost tour guide that's a Lollahry mansion
is the most haunted place in all of New Orleans,
a city known amongst ghost hunters as a land of many, many haunted.
New Orleans consistently makes or tops various internet lists of the most haunted cities in America.
Over the years, there have been numerous, supposed paranormal sightings in the Lollahry mansion,
such as one document claiming to have been attacked by a naked black man in chains who then
ended his mysterious assault by just a abruptly vanishing.
Others have claimed to have heard the sounds of animals being butchered inside the house.
Children have been allegedly attacked by a phantom with a whip.
Strange figures wrapped in shrouds have suddenly appeared inside the home.
One occupant, a young mother, was once terrified to find a woman in elegant evening clothes
bending over her sleeping infant before vanishing into thin air.
And there have been all kinds of claims of hearing screams, groans, and cries throughout
the night.
Our tour guide told my wife Lindsay and I that he himself had seen apparitions appearing
in the windows several different times.
I remember standing on Royal Street across from the mansion goose bumps cover my arms.
Our guide also spoke of strange accidental deaths that have happened over the years to those who have dared walk on the sidewalk in front of the house.
Are all these tales real or just baseless ghost stories repeated to sell more haunted
tour tickets?
And why this house?
Out of all the creepy homes in New Orleans, there's about a thousand homes that qualifies a
great place to film a horror movie.
Why this location?
We learned on the Axeman's
suck of New Orleans months and months ago that plenty of horrific shit has happened in
a variety of other New Orleans homes. So again, why is the residents of Madame Delphine
Lullary supposedly haunted? Well, the answer takes us even darker possibilities than
hauntings. Here's an example of what a New Orleans ghost tour guide may tell you about the
horrors. Some volunteer firemen may have encountered when the La La Rie home caught fire on April
10th, 1834.
This is a guide speech referenced in the book, Madam, Mad Madam La La Rie.
New Orleans most famous murderous revealed when I read this book, I immediately assumed
that the author is Victoria Cosner Love and Laura Lyshannon may have had the same tour
guide that I did.
This tour guide is the picture of what the fireman who arrived at Madame Delphine,
suppose at House of Horrors is going to be extremely graphic.
The firemen broke down the doors and found a scene more hellish than the inferno in the
lower floors.
These strong men used to gore and carnage back to out of the room shaking and wretching.
Some could
not stop themselves from vomiting. At last, the firemen claimed, calmed themselves. Along
with some of Lollaree's neighbors, they went into the attic to save the poor wretched creatures
that they had discovered. Everywhere the firemen looked, they saw chained slaves. Some were
naked and some nearly dead. The stench of fear, sweat, and human waste was stomach-turning,
but what the firemen saw was infinitely worse.
All of the slaves had been outrageously mutilated, abused or starved.
One woman had her skin peeled and a spiral around and around her body, so she resembled
a macabre caterpillar.
One man and one woman appeared to have had crude, accrued sex change, operation performed
on them.
Her breasts were slobbily sewn onto his chest and his penis sewn to her crotch.
Another man chained to the wall had a hole drilled into his head.
Maggots crawled in and out of an open wound.
A woman had all of her bones broken and reset at different angles so that she resembled
a nightmarish crab.
When the doors burst open, she scuttled to a corner to hide, shrieking out a high, hideous,
barking sound.
Buckets of body parts littered the room.
Several of the slaves perished when rescuers tried to move them, others fainted from the
shock.
One woman blinded with terror jumped to her death from the window.
What the fuck was going on in the lottery home?
These firemen stumbled across some evidence
of maybe the worst treatment of slaves
or just human beings in general
in American history, which are saying a lot.
Or is the tale of Madame Delphine Lollary,
you know, an example of one of the worst cases
of slander in American history as some historians suspect, which would also be saying a lot.
Or is it true as it often is somewhere in the middle?
We're going to find out today.
Today, we dive into the folklore that surrounds the life of Madame Lollary, which leads us
into an examination of life in New Orleans in the early 19th century and sends us into the
world of Voodoo, Hudoo, laws regarding the treatment
of Nureland slaves, the war of 1812 and much, much more.
While we may never know exactly where the line between fact and fiction is drawn with
the tale, the dark tale of Madame LaLaurie, we know for sure that her story is an interesting
one, which is why she is our topic of the week today on TimeSuck.
Happy Monday, suckers!
Work can wait.
It's time for TimeSuck.
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What about Triple M?
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Summer's here, and that means so is Yacht Rock.
And who's the captain of the Yacht Rock Cock Yacht?
Michael mother fucka McDonald, that's who.
Shine sweet freedom, shine your light on me.
Bamp, bamp, bamp, bamp, you are the magic.
You're right where I wanna be.
Oh, sweet freedom.
Carrying me along
Bump bump bump I will keep the spirit alive
Oh, man, oh
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Ho ho ho
Just gave myself the chills I was all over the fucking note the music map on that one
I started in the key of
Minor I went into the key of C++
and then I went into the little known key of A slash F squared.
Just showing off some skills.
That's a tricky one.
Man, that's a tricky one, man, that song.
If you're feeling sad by the way,
find that YouTube on, or that video on YouTube.
Michael McDonald, Billy Crystal, Gregory Heinz,
so much joy, good old run and scared.
Classic soundtrack song and the video is just great. The video was done back when the,
when this, like, the singers would be in the video with the stars of the movie. They would film
it like in locations from the movie. I love that kind of stuff. Sorry about that buzz. That was
me hitting something I shouldn't. That was me putting my hand on a cable where I shouldn't have.
But, uh, yeah, that's not a tricky one, tricky one,
but it's been a long time since you got McDonald's
and I wanted to try it.
I'm Dan Commernt's a master sucker,
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Gonna see Michael McDonald's this summer
and you know if something gets sick,
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You know, if I can master this song, I could probably master the others.
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Wow, I love challenges.
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More cool updates at the end of today's show.
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And then this small community fought back, fought together, united itself. And one of the most unlikely of ways with the return of a 70 plus year tradition of Halloween night water balloon warfare.
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And I'm at my bad and average on words is about 40 fucking percent right now
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Let's get to some history.
Let's get to some horror and see what else we get to
with today's tale.
It is time now for Madam Delphi.
We're gonna go quick in today's timeline, no dickin' around.
The context surrounding Madam Lala Rhee's life will come up organically as we chronologically march forward.
Voodoo, Houdoo, slavery war,
gonna get into all kinds of surrounding,
interesting contextual shit.
As we examine the life of someone,
by primarily examining the lives of those around her,
since surprisingly little was written about
giant chunks of the life of someone who has become so infamous.
Let's get to it.
Shrap on those boot soldiers.
We're marching down a time-sub-time line.
Talk about Marie Delphine Lollary, who we think was born in 1787.
It's important to know about the social and political circumstances of Louisiana.
Previous to when a lot of relive there, a lot of relive was born.
New Orleans was still a city in the Louisiana territory.
Let's talk about that territory.
How about you come back to 1682 with me that year?
People were way groser than now because Bikiniwaks and Goodshampu and scientifically enhanced
skin products hadn't been created yet.
No one ever applied sunscreen or used legitimate toothpaste ever.
Picture that when you hear about somebody beautiful from back then.
Kind of beautiful, beautiful with fucking brown teeth and leather skin.
Also in 1682, Louisiana, the territory, not the American state was founded by French explorer
Renee Robert Caballet, Sierra de La Salle.
Caballet named it in honor of the French king Louis XIV.
It originally covered an expansive territory
that included most of the drainage basin of the Mississippi River,
stretched from the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico,
and from the Appalachian nailed it mountains to the Rocky Mountains.
However, just because Cableye had claimed a great deal of territory in North America,
didn't necessarily mean that all of it was developed or even inhabited by Europeans.
The biggest settlements were New Orleans, founded in 1718, Quebec, founded in 1608, and Montreal
founded in 1642.
While the French had forts from Florida to Wisconsin, there just weren't that many
Europeans in North America.
Two and a half million is the estimated population of North America in 1775.
And most of those people were in major metropolitan areas,
like Philadelphia and New York City.
And it's estimated that around 7,000 European immigrants
settled in Louisiana during the 18th century, not a lot.
A number a hundred times lower
than the number of British colonists on the Atlantic coast.
Because of everything being spread out,
it was relatively hard to defend territory that
you would claim, especially if you were already fighting wars at home, as Louis XIV
was.
Fast forward to 1756, the Seven Years War begins and includes every great power in the Western
world, but basically the rundown is at its England versus France.
It was Prussia, Portugal, small German states coming in on England side, France getting
a little back up from the Holy Roman Empire, Russia, Spain.
Some historians call this war World War Zero because of its unprecedented at the time,
global scale.
So what happened in that little conflict?
Well, conflict between a great Britain and France broke out in 1754.
You know, last between 1754 and 1756, when the British attacked, disputed French positions
in North America, starting with the British ambush of a small French force at the Battle
of Jumanville.
Jumanville Glen on May 28th, 1754, and extended across the colonial boundaries and the seizure
of hundreds of French merchant ships at sea.
A lot of stuff also happens on mainland Europe, focuses on Prussia trying to recover some land
from Austria, which we won't get into. But you can imagine it was sort of a mini version of the
chain of alliances that set off World War I, which we've talked about here on the stock,
with everyone jumping to the side of either England or France, depending on where their enemies were.
It's war is also called the French and any war, which specifically refers to the conflict between
France and England and the New World. So what happened in the New World in the early
refers to the conflict between France and England and the New World. So what happened in the New World in the early 1750s, France's expansion into the Ohio
River Valley repeatedly brought it into conflict with the claims of the British colonies, especially
Virginia.
During 1754 and 1755, the French defeated in quick succession, the young George Washington,
General Edward Brattick and Brattick's successor, Governor William Shirley of Massachusetts. In 1755, Governor Shirley fearing that the French settlers in Nova Scotia, aka Acadia, would
side with France and any military confrontation.
He expelled hundreds of the Acadians to other British colonies.
Many of these exiles suffered cruelly.
We'll talk about these exiles, or at least their descendants here in a little bit.
Throughout this period, the British military effort was hampered by lack of interest at
home, rivalries among the American colonies, and France's greater success in winning the
support of the American Indians.
In 1756, the British formally declared war, making the official beginning of the seven
years war.
But their new commander in America, Lord Laudon, aka John Campbell, fourth, Earl of
Loudon, faced the same problems as his predecessors and met with little success against the French
and their native allies.
What a pompous name, by the way.
Lord Loudon.
It is I, Lord Loudon.
Stereopod my white powdered wig.
Behold my shiny buckled shoes.
Geese and all upon my cotton nica socks.
Lord, a loud and wet is nothing but the fanciest of fancy tall socks.
The tide turned in 1757 because William Pitt, the new British leader, saw the colonial
conflicts as the key to building a vast British empire, burrowing heavily to finance the war
or burrowing.
He fucking just burned himself in the ground.
He's like, I got to pay for this war somehow. Quick, stick a hole, I got to do some burrowing. He fucking just burned himself on the ground. He's like, I got to pay for this war somehow. Just quick. Stick a hole. I got to burn, do some burrowing.
He borrowed heavily to finance the war. He paid Prussia to fight in Europe and he reimbursed
the colonies for raising troops in North America. In July 1758, the British won their first
great victory at Louiseburg. You know, the mouths of the St. Lawrence River, month later
they took Fort Frontenac
at the western end of the river, then they closed it on Quebec, where General James Wolf
won a spectacular victory on the plains of Abraham in September 1759.
We're both he and the French commander, the Marquis, Dave Montcombe, were fatally wounded.
With the fall of Montreal in September 1760, the French lost their last foothold in Canada,
England redirects its energy to taking as much of Spain's and France's territories across
the world as they can.
Finally, it's time for some peace conferences.
The 1763 France, England and Spain, planning on sitting down and figuring out how to divide
up the new world.
England has the 13 colonies on the east coast and parts of Canada, France has parts of
Canada and Louisiana.
Spain has Florida and Cuba.
So here's what France does because they hate England so much as negotiations begin
to end the Seven Years War, Louis XIV secretly proposes to his cousin Charles III of Spain
that France gave Louisiana to Spain and the Treaty of Fautom Blue.
When the treaty actually gets drawn up, it's called the Treaty of Paris.
It ends the war with a provision in which France seeds all territory east of the Mississippi,
including Canada to Britain.
Spain, seeds Florida and land east of the Mississippi,
including Baton Rouge to Britain.
Spain now controls Louisiana and New Orleans becomes a Spanish city.
We touched on some of this and then Napoleon suck.
Also at this time, England starts kicking out French Canadians
from Canada.
It sets off the Acadian Cajun migration
with French settlers from Quebec and settlers sets off the Acadian Cajun migration with French settlers
from Quebec and settlers on the east side of the Mississippi who had been ordered to leave
the new Indian reserve migrating to Louisiana, which they believed was still French controlled
land west of the Mississippi as well as New Orleans. Then in 1768, Antonio de Alua becomes
the first, I probably fucked up his last name, uh, becomes the first Spanish governor of Louisiana doesn't go well.
He doesn't even get to fly the Spanish flag and is forced to lead by a pro-French mob in
the rebellion of 1768.
The next year, uh, Alejandro O'Reilly suppresses a rebellion, executes its leaders and sends
some plotters to prison in Moral Castle in Havana, Cuba.
Things go a lot better for Alejandro.
A few executions, you know, sometimes it's a good way to establish some law and order. You know, send enough fear into the hearts of the citizens to properly rule them.
Totally works. Just ask Lenin or almost every other dictator in history.
Alejandro was otherwise benign and pardoned other participants who swore allegiance to Spain,
he established Spanish law, and the council of New Orleans.
And he also has an interesting name, this guy,
or maybe just sounds interesting to me or funny to me,
because that stupid O'Reilly auto parts commercial,
which has been played approximately gazillion times
the last 10 years.
His picture of him saying stuff like,
my name is Alejandro.
O-O-O-O-O-O-Reilly.
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of ethnicities, religions, and nationalities living in New Orleans since its support city.
There were French, Spanish, and British residents, as well as an enormous slave population immigrants
from the Caribbean islands, German, Irish, and Italian immigrants, and more.
When the US government took over ownership of cosmopolitan New Orleans on December 20,
1803, when Madame Delphine is only 16, it acquired
a city that immediately ranked as the ninth largest in the country and a port with extensive trade
networks throughout Europe, North America, the Caribbean, Latin America. At the time, only one
ninth of the city's population was of African origin, the city more than doubled in size after 10,000
refugees from the 1794 to 1804 rebellion and Haiti found
a new home in New Orleans in 1809.
The St. Domine des refugees included French colonists, free creoles of color, ex slaves, many
of whom were returned to bondage after setting foot in American shores.
How much does that fucking suck?
Right, you just find a rebellion.
You know, you win your freedom, you sail over to America, you're like, ah, surprise motherfucker,
you back. We got you again your freedom, you sail over to America, you're like, ah, surprise motherfucker, you back.
We got you again.
God have a suck.
1810 census records the city population
is about one third white, one third free people
of color, one third African slaves,
who constituted obviously the bottom of the labor market
and the bottom of the socioeconomic ladder.
The melody of all these cultural backgrounds
gave rise to the term Creole as as it was used in the New World.
The term Creole was first used in the 16th century to identify descendants of French,
Spanish, or Portuguese settlers living in the West Indies in Latin America.
There was general agreement that the term Creole derives from the Portuguese word Creole
Lue, which means a slave born in the master's household, probably also in pronounced that one, right? My Portuguese not good. Single definitions suffice in the
early days of European colonial expansion, but as Creole populations established divergent
social, political, and economic identities, the term acquired different meanings, which
is why it's gotten so confusing today. And the West Indies Creole refers to a descendant
of any European seller, but some people of African descent
also consider themselves to be Creole.
In Louisiana, it mainly identifies French-speaking populations of French or Spanish descent.
People whose ancestors were upper-class whites, many of whom were plantation owners or officials
during the French and Spanish colonial periods.
During the 18th and 19th century, they formed a separate cast that used French.
They were Catholics, they retained the traditional
cultural traits of related social groups in France,
but they were the first French group
to be submerged by Anglo-Americans.
However, Creole doesn't justify these evil.
This is one of the slippiest fucking words ever.
Many Creoles are descendants of French colonial
who fled Saint-Domingue, Haiti,
from North America's Gulf Coast,
when a slave insurrection that we talked about,
you know, challenge French authority.
And Louisiana, the term creole came to represent children
of black or racially mixed parents,
as well as children of French and Spanish descent
with no racial mixing.
Persons of French and Spanish descent in New Orleans
and Saint-Lewis began referring to themselves as creoles
after Louisiana purchased to set themselves apart from the Anglo-Americans moving into the area.
Are you confused enough by this word yet?
Because it gets worse.
My laptop dictionary gives four different racial definitions for Creole.
It can be one, a person of mixed European and black descent, especially in the Caribbean.
Two, a descendant of Spanish or other European settlers in the Caribbean or Central or South
America.
Three, a white descendant of French settlers in Louisiana and other parts of the Southern
U.S.
Four, a leprechaun of above average height born in the Western hemisphere, but with ancestry
coming mainly from the Eastern hemisphere, specifically either Ethiopia, Somalia, but not
Madagascar, who is fond of unicorns, but doesn't actually own one because why the fuck not?
Of course I just made up that last one, but the real definition is ridiculous.
The same word can be used as a person of mixed European and black descent or a white
descent of French settlers, probably living in Louisiana, but not necessarily living
in Louisiana and all of the other meetings.
Back in Madame Delphine's day, Creole was used to refer to early Louisiana colonists
of French descent, who had been born in Louisiana
and were thus native to the territory,
compared to new immigrants from France or elsewhere.
And then to make it even more confusing,
there's the Cajun situation.
Cajun versus Creole,
I used to confuse Creole's with Cajuns all the time
because frankly, it's very fucking easy to do.
And no one outside of Louisiana for the most part gives a shit.
Cajuns and Creoles are both people of French descent.
The two groups just arrived in Louisiana in different ways.
While the Creoles are a little bit more native, well, they're native to Louisiana, again,
for the most part.
Jesus.
Cajuns are the ethnic group that began in Eastern Canada.
Those French settlers who formed that colony of Acadia, it lasted from 1604 to 1713.
We've talked about it before.
Acadia included the maritime provinces, parts of Quebec, even parts of Maine.
These are the people that were, we talked about earlier that were kicked out of Acadia by
the British in the mid-18th century when they refused to bow down to a new crown.
And they ended up getting exiled down into Louisiana because they thought it was still control
by the French.
So many came into Louisiana that a large section of Southern Louisiana is known as the
Kadeana, a French Louisiana region that comprises 22 of Louisiana's 64 parishes, which are
like their counties.
Again, I know there was a long tangent again, a Madame Delphine's day.
Creole used to refer to early Louisiana colonists of French descent.
I got such a good example of how confusing our language
can truly be.
Communication can be so challenging
because sometimes what you think a word means
is different than what the person you're speaking
with thinks that words means.
And sometimes communication is challenging
because the actual definition of the word in question
is constantly evolving and at times contradictory.
And this word to me represents today's kind of episode as well.
If this was an especially confusing suck to research,
I think we got it, I think we got it,
but it was tough because there are so many varying accounts.
All over the place about what actually happened,
the dates and the names get mixed around and tossed around
and you know, and changed,
and there's four different accounts
of what this person's supposed to did and eight different accounts with that person's pose you did
Uh, that's why sometimes on the updates, you know, you guys send in some messages, which are awesome
But we don't read them all because a lot of times it's just an alternative
uh, you know um
Example of what the history might have been and we just happened to go with a different one
Oh, man. Why can't history be fucking
perfect? Okay, now back to the subject of the suck. So what was life like for a French
Creole named Madame Delphine with imported furniture, wines, books, and clothes, white
Creoles were immersed in a completely French atmosphere in America. It's all fancy and
elegantly European. Should have been very fancy life in all likelihood. We're all
virtually positive of that. White Creoles clung to their individualistic way of life, frowned
upon in her marriage with Anglo-Americans and others refused to learn English were resentful
and contemptious of Protestants. They can see them irreligious and wicked. They really didn't
care for voodoo and hoodoo. We're going to find out later. Creoles generally succeeded
in remaining separate
in the rural sections, but they steadily lost ground
in New Orleans in 1803.
There were seven Creoles to every
Anglo-American in New Orleans,
but these figures dwindled two to one by 1830.
Anglo-Americans reacted by disliking the Creoles
with equal enthusiasm.
Gradually, New Orleans became not one city,
but two Canal Street split them apart,
dividing the old Creole city from the uptown section where the other Americans quickly settled.
Okay, a lot of context now.
Now back to the timeline.
In 1802, France regains control of Louisiana.
So La La Rie is born into Spanish Louisiana, which then switches to French Louisiana in
1802 and then becomes a US territory in 1803, because France didn't plan on keeping Louisiana,
because France is now run by Napoleon. Napoleon, Bonaparte, who, as we know, needed the money to finance
all his wars in Europe as we just learned a few weeks ago in that suck. On Napoleon,
sold Louisiana to the US and President Thomas Jefferson. Now that we've gone through all the versions
of Louisiana that existed in Lola Ries' life, let's get to her actual life as best we can right after a word from today's sponsor.
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Now let's bounce on over to 1787,
most likely year of Madam Delphine's birth.
Marie Delphine McCarty was born in New Orleans,
as her original maiden name, and most accounts yet do claim she was born in New Orleans. That's her original maiden name.
And most accounts, yeah, Duke claims she was born March 19th, 1787 as one of five children.
Both of her parents were wealthy and well-established slave-owning members of the New Orleans European
Creole community.
Slave ownership at that time was very widespread and was seen as a sign of wealth, as
like a status sign.
We'll look into that deeper, but the just was that the but the just was that the more slaves won to own, the more powerful and prestigious they were.
The culture of New Orleans at the time was a culture in golf and the slave trade.
Many of the whites without slaves wanted them and many people regardless of needing help
around their home or not would just own like one slave just for the status it brought.
How, how strange is that reality that at one time, not that long ago in this country, people
were buying other people, other meat sacks.
For the same reason, a lot of people today get a new iPhone or put in a pool to impress
their friends and neighbors.
Keeping up with the Joneses meant sometimes buying other people who may have actually been
named the Joneses, not that long ago.
It's crazy.
Creole Delphine's Creole mother,
now I just want to say Creole the time,
was Marie Jean-Léorbele,
also known as the widow, Le Compte,
as Louis B. McCarty was her second husband,
came from a very wealthy French family
with deep ties to the French aristocracy.
They can even be traced back to the Emperor Napoleon.
Del Fiend's father was Louis Bartholome, the day Mercate, originally
Chevalier, Deierre Macarte, a knight in the service of the king, descended from a long
line of French military officers from a very prominent Irish family. It sound prominent,
right? That was all those fancy ass names. You know, it's not like her parents were named
Doug and Becky. I don't mean hilarious. My name is Marie Delphine
Mercate. These are my parents. Doug and Becky. The Macartes were a Creole family of distinction
in New Orleans and the descendants of the two pioneers who brought the name to Louisiana
are numerous today among the first families of that state. The Macartes originally Macartes
were ancient Irish folks, one of whom Bartholomew was a captain in the Irish regiment of Abbermall.
He fled his native Ireland to France to escape the political and religious tyranny of the
English kings at that time.
He married a woman whose name seems to be forgotten to history, and then they had five kids.
Two of Bartholomew's sons, Jean-Jacques and Bartholomew Daniel de Macarte migrated together to Louisiana in 1732 as French colonial
and the officers and the Creole Macarte line began.
Jean-Jacques became a knight of the Order of St. Louis.
Bartholomei Daniel was met him, Delphine's grandfather.
So, yes, so she got an impressive lineage.
The first 13 years of Delphine's childhood between 17th, 87 and 1800 are not well documented.
Well, it was just a bummer, right?
We don't have any early stories about her pushing another kid
into a well or coming home from playing out in the swamp
one day, covered in blood with a knife in her hand,
claiming not to know where she's been the past few hours.
You know, on the same day a playmate goes missing forever.
There's no stories of her parents catching her skin
in a family pet alive while merely humming some church hymns.
You know, nothing to point to and be like,
ah, see, she had to torture those poor people
when she got older.
She was clearly a psychopath.
If Delphine did commit weird cruel shady acts as a kid,
we don't know about it.
Based on her family being a noted Creole family of the area,
she was most likely raised in luxury and comfort
and did her best not to be considered improper
for a young lady of high society.
As a daughter of a well-bred Creole family,
she would have been taught to read and write.
The bulk of her education probably would have consisted
of music, art lessons and etiquette.
She would have learned the art of running a household
from her mother.
To speak a bit more towards Delphine's family status,
her aunt Marie Celeste Elinor de Macarte
was married to Esteban Rodriguez Miro,
the governor of the Spanish-American provinces of Louisiana
and Florida during 1785 to 1791, kind of a big deal.
And her cousin Augustine de Macarte
would go on to become the mayor of New Orleans from 1815 to 1820, also kind of a big deal. And her cousin Augustine, Day McCartes, would go on to become
the mayor of New Orleans from 1815 to 1820,
also kind of a big deal.
She was a lady of high society.
Her family was one of the most,
you know, high status families in all of New Orleans.
She was raised to be a socialite, a debutante.
And basically she and her family were about
the closest thing to American aristocrats,
we've ever had.
Delphine was most likely coddled in pampered.
Like others raised by slave owners, her and her families lives were intertwined with
the lives of the people they bought and sold.
There were rumors that Delphine's father slept with, aka raped, let's be honest, some of
his slaves and then he kept a black mistress.
Some would later point towards Delphine's father's sexual relationship with his slaves as a
possible motivation for the cruel thing she would supposedly do to her slaves later in her
life, right?
Like did she blame her slaves or slaves in general, I guess for soiling her father's reputation?
Did she blame a slave woman for harming her father's relationship with her mother?
Did she experience a lot of behind the scenes emotional turmoil lost to history?
It was related to slavery somehow.
Is that why she may have cruelly tortured people
in her New Orleans, now haunted, you know,
abode all these years later?
Love, you know, or many years later, we don't know.
We don't know.
We do know Delphine was raised around a lot of slavery,
which you could say about virtually anyone living
in Louisiana at that time,
but not everyone at that time was actually raised
on a plantation
like Delphine was.
In 1771, 16 years before her birth, her family became Southern plantation owners.
Is that year Delphine's grandparents, Francois, Helene, Pelarine, and Bartholomei, Daniel
De Macarte, they were gifted a plantation.
We think this happened in 1771.
Several genealogy sites say that Bartholomei died in 1764, but those sites in my experience
not entirely accurate, not accurate nearly as much as I would like.
And some old Louisiana court records from 1941, site in early 20th century Louisiana judge
in historian, Judge Charles Gaierre, as saying that Delphine's grandfather was the tutor of the children of a man named Jean Baptiste
Asisa Léberton, and that Jean was murdered by a petted and pampered slave. That's a quote.
And in his will apparently, he passed his plantation down to Bartholome Daniel McCartes, who received it in 1771.
I'm going to go with the court record. And how fucked up is the petted and pampered description by the way my god
Yes, and that was written by someone back in the later 18th century who was incredibly pro slavery and insanely abusive
That's why you can't pamper them Cornelius the slightest bit of pampering or petting and they will kill you
Constant beatings are required for the safety of everyone and for the very integrity of southern society.
There's no disagreement amongst historians about whether or not Delphine was raised by New Orleans
area plantation owners, that we know for sure. She would grow up around injustices and violence
of American plantation slavery, typically far more violent and demeaning than American house
slavery, I guess if you will, and make no mistake, all slavery was bad, but some slaves were treated far worse than others, and usually the
worst treated slaves were plantation slaves.
On March 26, 1800, Delphine gets married for the first time, and if you're good at math,
that means she had just turned 13 years old.
Yay!
Had her 13th birthday, you know, had her party on the 19th and then was laying
naked under the body of her new, you know, naked and not 13 year old, full grown husband,
you know, this is a short time later.
Now to be fair, you will find a fair amount of disagreement on the web about this.
Some sources say she was born in 1775.
I don't believe those sources.
And again, this suck was super frustrated in that regard.
While she, to me, and many others
as an incredibly interesting historical figure,
no noted biographer historian has actually written
like a real definitive biography about her.
And I think part of the reason
is that a lot of the info about her
is inconsistent and hard to feel certain about.
And when she was growing up, nobody knew
that she would become an incredibly interesting
historical figure.
The deed she became infamous for happened much later in her life.
So no one thought to write that shit down early on.
I've seen pictures of her alleged tombstone.
There's a website called Find a Grave that has been in my experience pretty accurate.
I've used it to verify a lot of victims ages and death dates, in previous true crime
sucks.
And the name and dates it gives have consistently lined up with the name and dates I've
been able to find other sources. And according to and dates it gives have consistently lined up with the name and dates I've been able to find out other sources.
And according to this side,
she was born in 1787.
Tombstone picture they have for her shows are death date,
but not her birthday.
I know sometimes I go into too much detail
with this type of shit,
but I just want you to know that we work hard
not to bullshit you with information.
And unfortunately, that's not the norm.
I wish that came from my sources more often,
just an occasional note of,
hey,
we think this is what happened.
We don't know for sure.
We did our best.
Anyways, it appears that she really did get married at 13.
The vast majority of the most reputable sources seemed to insist this.
And back at the turn of the 19th century, it actually made more sense for a woman to get
married when she was 13 than it did for a woman to get married at 25, which is
if you trust the other date of her birth, which it didn't actually considered pretty undesirable.
The average age of marriage was closer to 20 at that time, but 25, that was ancient,
for a first marriage.
People would have wondered what was wrong with her, right?
She would have been an old maid at 25, already already lost over 10 years of her prime baby making time.
You know, what's going on?
Why didn't it, why didn't it, why didn't it, man?
Want this, want this bride?
25 year old bride was likely a widow
who already had a few kids of her own.
Talk about different times.
During the 19th century, the age of consent
in the United States actually vary between 10 and 16,
depending on the state and the year.
10. As the father of an 11 year old daughter,
that is so deeply disturbing to me.
And people say today that kids are going too fast,
get the fuck out of here.
Not compared to 1800 Louisiana.
Huh, you know, you just cut your 15 year old
getting drunk, who gives a shit?
Did your 15 year old have a five year old
with a 40 year old?
Are they already a widow?
If so, then yeah, then they're growing up pretty fast.
If not, then they're not growing up near loose fast
as so many kids who have grown up quickly before them.
My son's 13, I can't imagine Kyler getting married either.
Ah, his wife would have to have a lot of patience
for his relentless meme references.
That'd have to be cool with a dude
who doesn't play with stuffed animals, you know,
anymore, but also won't let us get rid of them
Uh, the marriage ceremony was held at the St. Louis Cathedral by the first bishops of the
Diocese of Louisiana
Marriage certificate was signed by celebrated Spanish priest Antonio de Sadea a man whose ghost is said to walk an alley now named for him
Which runs alongside a New Orleans Cathedral. That Ali, Perantoan Ali, an restaurant in the city's historic French quarter are named
after his student.
And after the ceremony, the priest allegedly high-fived Delphine's husband and then just leaned
in real close and just said, ah, nah, I get it, man, I get it, I get it.
I like him even younger than that myself, but don't hold on to the boys.
Only those sweet sweet sexy innocent,
no fuck boys. Sorry, not sorry. I know that's messed up. But based on how many cases of priest pedophilia
I've read about the past few decades, I can only imagine the amount of Catholic millestation
that was going on back and parishes that time. Delphine's husband was described in this document as Caballero de la Royal de Carlos
Intendent of the provinces a native of the community of Regno, Galicia, Spain and the legitimate son of Lordship Don Jose Antonio de Lopez
Ianguela
I dona Anna Fernande de Guela daughter of Donna Francesca, dee, yes. Fucking get out of here with all those titles.
Jesus, like 75 words.
Welcome to, I don't know why I started going Scandinavian.
His name is Don Ramon Lopez.
History is not clear as to how much older he was.
Some research does say he was at least in his 50s
when they got married.
Fucking gross.
Some 13 year olds sent off a tool wedding bed with grandpa.
Hopefully this is not correct and he was much younger.
But you know what, even if he was half that age,
if he's 25, still pretty gross,
even if he was half of that.
If he was like 13, it's all pretty gross.
Madame Delphine's first marriage scandalist,
but actually not for age-related reasons.
Her high ranking military officer husband married
this 13 year old girl without the consent of the King of Spain,
which was a big no-no, that went against governmental protocol.
13-year-old vagina, all well and good,
but you have to get the King's permission before you touch it.
Maybe he wanted to lean in, say some weird creepy shit.
Just tell me later what it's like, Mr. Lopez.
I want every detail.
When you've taken a cherry quickly right down every moment of the encounter, I'll put
in a book with the others. Oh, my priest and I like to read it together at night.
I'm sure there's other reasons for the king needing to give him information. Actually,
I'm not sure. Shit was super weird and gross back then, but I hope so. Don Ramon was stripped of his office
or to return to the Spanish courts
for marrying without the King's permission.
Maybe here again, the accounts vary.
Fucking stupid accounts.
Here's the possibilities in either 1804
or maybe even late 1803
after the American acquisition of the Louisiana territory
that we just went over earlier.
Don Ramon seemed to have been appointed
to the position of council general for Spain in the
territory of Orleans. Delphine and Ramon traveled to Spain in 1804. Varian accounts of this trip
exists. Grace King, a late 19th and early 20th century New Orleans author and historian,
wrote in 1921 that the trip was Lopez's military punishment and that Senora del Fino Lopez met the queen who was impressed
with Mrs. Lopez's beauty.
A 1936 account by Stanley Arthur, who wrote for the encyclopedia Britannica in the early
20th century, stated that a March 26, 1804 Don Ramón Lopez was recalled to Spain to take
his place at court as befitting his new position.
But that Lopez never arrived in Madrid because he died in route in Havana.
And all of the accounts seemed to verify that he did die in Cuba.
On March 26, 1804, Ramón de Lopez, I Anguella, Anguello, is pardoned for his grievous lack
of requesting a marital permission.
He just wanted that 13-year-old so bad.
He's pardoned again once Spain gives Louisiana to the United States and he's granted an important political position in New Orleans, we think. And then yes, in
route via the American ship, Ulysses, the ship runs aground, Ramon dies of a heart failure
before ever reaching his destination. He's buried in Havana. During the voyage, Delphine
gives birth to a daughter named Marie Borgia, Borgia, Delphine Lopez, E Anguello, Deila Candelaria, nickname Borguita, Borguita,
after Don Ramones' grandfather, Donna Fran Cisca, and then Delphine and her daughter returned
to New Orleans afterwards.
After Don Ramones' death, Delphine will be a single mom for four years, very young single
mom, roughly 17 years old.
Presumably much of her mother and duties were done by servants since she was known to
party down.
But there are accounts that speak to her adoring and doding on all of her children.
She'd have several others throughout her life.
You're also going to find out there's later accounts as she gets older that she was
possibly very abusive to her kids.
Okay, so let's look at her next marriage.
We're going to examine all three of our marriages thoroughly because when little is written
about someone, basically the next best thing you can do is to examine the lives they were
intertwined with to at least get some insight into their life.
A fair amount was written about her husband's especially the last two, mostly the second
this guy.
21-year-old Delphine remarried on June 16th, 1808 to a man named Jean Pierre Pauline Blanc,
who is an attorney, banker, lawmaker, slave trader, and as you'll see soon, a pirate.
Delphine and Jean Blanc would have four children together who were born in the residence
at 409 Royal Street.
Currently, IDA manheim antiques in New Orleans occupies that address.
If you want to stop in check it out
One is such a fun city that way. It's rare for America to have a place
You know with a residence of someone who lived a few hundred years ago is still around it in use today
I mean I know in Europe, you know place like that are a dime a dozen, but pretty special still on this side of the pond
Delphine and Johns eldest was daughter Marie Louise John their other three children's names were John Louise
Oh, no, I'm sorry, yeah.
Jean Louise, Leonard Lallorie, is the name he would end up with.
Later, Louis Marie Larr Blanc, and Marie Louis Pauline Blanc.
Delphine Lallorie's mother, Marie Jean,
died of natural causes there before in February February 26, 1807 and left her daughter
$33,000 that would become her dowry.
In addition to whatever, actually was technically $33,070, which is a lot of money in that time.
In addition to whatever accumulation of slaves, Blanc managed on his own.
He was also gifted 26 more slaves by Delphine's father at the time for wedding.
Also in 1808, Jean Blanc was gifted his first plantation.
So strange to me to be gifted actual people at a wedding.
It's such a different time.
It sometimes feels like a completely different world.
Little backstory at Mr. Blanc,
who sounds like a French clue character.
It was Mr. Blanc in the foyer with the ball pin hammer.
Jean Blanc came to New Orleans in 2003,
and luckily for today's tale,
we know quite a bit about it.
Jean's known in some circles
as the godfather of the modern carnival.
America's first colony, if you will.
Traveling carnivals did exist in France in some form
for several years, but nothing substantial.
Jean is the guy who apparently put carnivals on the map.
He's credited with the invention of the ring toss, balloon, dark game,
much to the delight of Louisiana children and then children across the world.
He was the first to figure out that you could trick fathers into spending the equivalent of $200,
$25 dollar stealth animal for their daughter or girlfriend or wife, and made you fucking fortune.
And he would, and there would be this carny money that would lead to the dark legend of Madame Delphine.
All right, okay, he wasn't a carny, but he did invent elephant ears? No, he didn't.
We do know a lot about him, though. We do. Jean Pierre signature actually appears on the original
copy of the Constitution of the state of Louisiana, data January 22nd, 1812. It's displayed
at the historic New Orleans collection. Pretty cool. You don't get to do that when you're a carny. Ha-na-ah. That's some high society shit speaks to Delphine's social status.
And this is her second husband. You don't get a second husband of that stature,
unless you yourself are amongst the up-or-cross of the social elite and pretty hot.
She was supposedly very attractive. Apparently her beauty had not totally faded by the time she was
at ancient age of 21. When Delphine's first marriage could be described as kind of brief and gross,
her second marriage really speaks to how important she was in early New Orleans history.
As we alluded to earlier, New Orleans was a big deal in the early 19th century.
It was already one of the biggest cities in the South.
It was growing fast.
It would become actually the third largest city in the US by 1840
before flatlining population-wise between the Civil War and the Great Depression.
And Jean Pierre, he had a prominent role in early Orleans history.
Jean Blanc was a successful banker, merchant, as I said, plantation or entrepreneur lawyer,
legislator, slave trader, and fucking privateer.
Pirate.
He may not have worn an eye patch or had a parent named Paulie or had a peg leg or carried a cool sword or swash buckled
Or even one time uttered well she ever meet him verse
You ain't sending this Scotty Wack to David Jones locker today
Iron meaty
He probably didn't say that while squintin one eye real hard and clamping his you know
Fuck fucked up teeth down on a corn cob pipe billow and smoke his blackest gun powder
But he was technically a pirate. Delphine's second husband actually played a very important role in saving America's
independence from crumbling in the war of 1812.
The first real mention of Jean Blanc historically is him walking off of French frigate called
the surveillance onto Louisiana soil.
Napoleon's right hand Louisiana man Pierre Clement La Salle, or La Salle,
also was Blanc's cousin was on the same ship during that same long trip from France.
La Salle was Napoleon's appointment to be prefect of the colony after the 1803 transfer
from Spain to France of the Louisiana territory. After the sale to America,
this La Salle character left New, but Blanc remained behind.
Jean Blanc came to Louisiana fairly rich,
pretty powerful, pretty connected,
and he just seemed to do even better New Orleans.
He declared himself a citizen of Louisiana immediately
and just got right down in the local politics,
records show that within the first year of him
being a Louisiana, he owned three big ships,
including one called the citizen.
There's quite a bit of evidence of these ships
where the very least rendered out to private
tiers to do a bunch of pirate ship.
He wasn't a pirate in some sense himself.
The main trade for Blanc was colloquially called a very dehumanizing term, Black Ivory.
The fruits of his piracy were slaves along with other valuable items.
We found court documents that he was once prosecuted in court for his involvement in the matter
of 27,000 pounds of coffee being stolen from America.
So we're still whatever you want from any of our enemies, including actual people, but
you take our coffee.
I'll see you in court, you son of a bitch.
Times are so different than compared to now in so many different ways.
I mean, can you imagine the equivalent now?
Our only direct neighbors now are Canada and Mexico.
And we get along both of them pretty well, right?
We never have any real dust dust with Canada.
And there's immigration tensions with Mexico, but we're not like actively hostile to them.
Not in ways that were tolerated 200 years ago.
I mean, you couldn't now drive down to Tijuana, rob a few banks, take a few families of
people, have their authorities chased you to the border, rob a few banks, take a few families of people, have their
authorities changed into the border, then race past the checkpoint and just get high five
by a bunch of American officers.
I do, that's huge.
Epic man.
Oh man, we're gonna have to have you pay us back for the barricade you broke through,
through, but not the other barricade.
No, that's theirs.
Now, fuck them.
But ours.
Looks like you snatched those from serious pesos.
Good job, man.
Good job, brother. You. Yes. Hey. Good job brother. You yes, hey you yes, hey
That's that's kind of a life was like back then right our shipping merchants could ransack the merchants of some other nation ship
And then we as a nation will be like ah fucking cool man sweet
And good job. No, if that other nation was like hey not cool. Give that crook so we can try and court not bro fuck off
hope i see how this i see that's fine i'll just push my anger down that eventually
the boy love and will declare war new assholes
uh... slavery was definitely john blanc's main trade is methods and tactics were
certainly technically illegal but not uh... only was he not chastised for his
profession he was held in high regard
as privateers often were
uh... the norlands banks looked the other way,
even quietly supported this pirate
and the trade in general for the injection of cash flow
that came from it.
The general public did not ostracize these slave traders.
Even though, as we'll find out soon,
it was technically illegal at that time,
now we have to delve into this guy's role
in what many might say saved America in the war of 1812.
The husband of Madame Delphine heavily involved
in the Battle of New Orleans.
Of the Battle of New Orleans would be a pivotal moment
in American history.
It was the first major battle of the war of 1812.
I'm sorry, not first, final, final, final, final.
Ugh, I could sense people getting on their keyboard. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no We learned in the Andrew Jackson suck, technically it occurred after the war was already over
kind of.
The treaty that ended the war actually stipulated that the fighting would stop once the treaty
was ratified, which didn't actually happen until February of 1815.
The British were hoping that when the war ended, they would own New Orleans and be able
to control trade on the Mississippi.
Blanc, his pirate friends, the Lafitte brothers, and Madame Delphine's own family's home would become some of the deciding factors in the British defeat in this war.
If it had played out differently, our world might look very different today. The War of
1812, sometimes called the Forgotten War, it's important, it's often underplayed and misrepresentated
because it's sandwiched between the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. The War of 1820,
kind of like the Korean War, right? It get sandwiched, you know, in between World War II and Vietnam,
it just doesn't get the same press.
The War of 1812 hadn't been going on, been going well for the now adolescent Uncle Sam,
America had suffered many defeats.
The White House had been burned down.
Nearly all of the coastline was being blockaded.
Americans were also defeated on the Great Lakes.
Only a few ports in New England were still operational.
The formable British Navy had effectively made the U.S. and islands surrounded by her majesty's
finest.
All they really needed for completion of their plan for victory was control of the Mississippi
River, the Mississippi Delta.
London was confident that Americans would soon surrender to put an end to the fighting
the Crown sent in Armada of 50 ships and 11,000 soldiers, sailors and Marines to capture
New Orleans.
The armada was led by Sir Edmund Parkinham.
He would go ahead to, he would go ahead to head with American President James Madison's
leadership choice, General Andrew Jackson, he of the most controversial suck.
The man who lived 200 years ago who was very name still polarizes people today as I
found out.
And I get it.
I'm sure some of you right now like, God damn it, this guy again.
I quit listening for a while.
Last time he showed up,
why are we talking about this racist shit head again?
Well, because you can't rewrite history.
That's why.
Actually, you can.
And people do all the time,
which is fucking ridiculous to me.
It's emotionally weak to me, right?
The truth is what it is.
What good really comes from hiding it,
or sugar coating it.
General Jackson arrived in New Orleans December 1st, 1814,
required an interpreter to communicate with the mainly French
speaking people who live there fucking creoles.
Jackson quickly put together an opposition force
full of French and Spanish creoles,
free men of color, slaves, German farmers,
frontiers men, militia, actual soldiers,
and a shit ton of pirates.
The melting pot of early America mixed into one early fighting force.
Madam Delphine, McCarthy Blanc, was 39 when war came to her home, and she directly witnessed
some of the fighting.
She was pregnant with her fourth child at the time, had been married to Jean Pierre Blanc
for six years.
The Blancs owned a great deal of property, including their home on Royal Street, their townhouse,
next to the Bank of Louisiana, where Jean-Pierre worked, and they spent their summers at the Blanc plantation
that was right next to the Delphine's family plantation on the Mississippi River,
not far from New Orleans.
A lot of residences in the area would sound crazy,
even for the wealthy until you remember they didn't have cars back then.
Right? It took forever to get across town, right?
When you're getting pulled behind some stupid horse.
No, thank you.
You know, back then, I would have wanted several homes right here in Cordelaine if I was living here.
If that man of 40 and a 45 minute horse ride, uh, when John Pierre did, uh, well financially
as a public member of commerce, his greatest source of income came from his above board
pirate and smuggling. Uh, he was a silent partner of two of the most famous of the pirates
of the Caribbean, the real ones, John and Pierre Lafitte.
I'd actually never heard of these swashbuckers
before the suck, or if I did, I've already forgotten about them.
I love it when the exploration of one character leads
to getting to know so many other cool figures.
Hail Nimrod!
It had been illegal to import new slaves
in the US ever since 1808.
This is why some of the banks were kind of on the hush,
about supporting these guys. This is why some of the banks were kind of on the hush hush about supporting these guys.
This law, though, created a highly profitable illegal slave trade market. And that market made Blanc and the Lafitte brothers a lot of money, which then made, you know, Madame Delphine,
La La Rie a lot of money. By 1814, Jean Lafitte had become public enemy number one in Louisiana.
Thanks to, um, uh, raising the ignoring the slave trade law, because while the banks didn't mind,
some other people didn't care for it.
And then sometimes you know, took shit like coffee from the actual Americans and that pissed
people off.
And his brother Pierre had been caught and incarcerated for this pirate team.
The Louisiana government, sick of this particular pirate, and its governor, William Clairborn,
offered a $500 reward for the capture of Jean Lafitte.
And then check out this pirate move.
The feat responded by putting out a $1500 reward
for the capture of Governor Clairborn.
Two Shay motherfuckers.
So fantastic.
I'll see your reward, and I'll raise it
with a bigger bounty on your head.
That's like the police showing up
and arresting someone only to have that person
immediately slip out of their handcuffs and then arrest that police officer.
No, you're arrested.
What?
No, you're arrest.
No, you are.
You were first.
Stop it.
The British were like, we love this dude.
He clearly is not a fan of the governor.
I bet we can get him to join our team in this war.
The British were all too aware of Lafitte's many ships, cannons, and very well-trained men.
They approached the pirate with the rank of captain and the Royal Navy if he would just join
them in their attack of America.
Lafitte thought it over, and then decided to work a different angle.
He wrote many letters, one of which went on to Delphine's husband, revealing what the
British had offered to Lafitte.
I love me an old-timey letter.
Here is what Lafitte wrote to Madame Delphine's second husband Jean
Blanc in 1814. It's dated 4 September, 1814. Sir, though proscribed by my adoptive country,
I will never let slip any occasion of serving her or of proving that she has never ceased
to be dear to me. Prescribed, by the way, means condemned, denounced or forbidden. And I don't add that
out of being patronizing and assuming that you dear timesucker don't know what it means.
I added because I didn't know it meant. I thought he'd just misspelled prescribed, like
to be prescribed medicine. And I was like, well, the fuck? How is, how is his doctor
country prescribed him? What? What have they prescribed you, dude? No, they've condemned
him back to the letter of this. you will see here a convincing proof.
Yesterday, the 3rd of September,
they appeared here under a flag of truce
a boat coming from an English brig
at anchor about two leagues from the pass.
Mr. Nicholas Luckier, a British officer of high rank,
delivered me the following papers,
two directed to me, a proclamation,
and the admiral's instructions to that officer
all here with enclosed.
You will see from their contents the advantages I might have derived from that kind of association.
I may have evaded the the vomit of duties of the custom house, but I have never ceased
to be a good citizen and all the offense I have committed. I was forced to buy certain vices in our laws. I love his
pirate rationalization. This is what I hear him saying. You know, look, you guys, I know,
I know we've had our differences and shit. You guys, you know, you have your laws and whatnot,
but to be totally honest, I don't listen. I don't give a fuck about those laws, right?
I don't be real. I chose not to follow those laws and that's how I live my best life
But check this shit out. I am proud to be an American know that and
overall
Other than the laws I continually broke because if I'll be totally honest
I had to because those laws are super fucked up and they're kind of hurt my business if you feel me
So really it's your fault to make dumb laws that I had to break to be a good American
Because like I'm like a straight-A student when it comes to protecting the red-watt and blue
That's to me what he's saying
Back to the letter he says in short, sir
I make the depository of the secret on which perhaps depends the tranquility of our country
Please to make such use of it as your judgments may direct. Oh, dude was confident
So you know man,, you know, bro,
you got to do you, but if you guys blow me off, I wouldn't, you know, because we both know
with my help, the British are going to utterly mother fuck you in your whole world. So you
know, you do what you feel is right for you. I may expatiate on this proof of patriotism.
Expatiate means to speak or write at length or in detail.
I didn't know that one either.
But I let the facts speak for itself.
I presume however, to hope that such proceedings may obtain amelioration.
The act of making something better.
Really didn't know that one.
Of the situation of my unhappy brother, with which view I recommend him particularly to
your influence. Now I read that as
Bro, I'm a patriot. You know that. That's the main reason I want to help however
My brother is in prison and I would like to think if I help you out, you know
You can ameliorate the fuck out of his ass and get him out of that cell. You feel me?
I'll help but you let my brother go. All right. Then he keeps writing.
It is in the bosom of a just man of a true American and downed with all qualities that are
honored in society that I think I'm depositing the interest of our common country and what
particularly concerns myself. Our enemies have endeavoured to work on me by a motive which
which few men would have resisted. They represented to be a brother and islands, a brother who is to me very dear, whose deliverer I might become and I declined
the proposal. Well persuaded of his innocence, I am free from apprehension as to the issue
of a trial, but he is sick and not in a place where he can receive the assistance his
state requires. I recommend him to you in the name of humanity.
This is John Blanc, bro, please British told me they're going to bust my brother the fuck out. However,
that may take a while and he's sick. So I might not have a lot of time. You know what I'm saying?
So how about you take care of him and I take care of you.
As to the flag of truth, I have done with regard to it, everything that
prudence suggests to me at that time. I have asked 15 days to determine a sign such plasable
pretext that I hope the term will be granted. I am waiting for the British officers answer
and for yours to this be so good to assist me with your judicious counsel and so weighty
in affair. I have the honor to salute you, Jean Lafitte.
Well, out of all the people, he could write this letter to you.
He writes the Madame Delphine's husband.
He's writing, you know, essentially as to who he should help fight
the British or the Americans.
And Jean Blanc, we can safely assume,
advises him to side with America,
because that's exactly what he does.
The shocked governor, Claire Bourne, he thought this was a trick just to facilitate the escape
of the Lafitte brother.
It was not.
It can be argued that his help actually turned the battle and thus the war, you know, into
America's, you know, good fortune.
Had met him, Delphine's husband advised him differently.
The map of the US could look very differently today or theoretically not exist at all
if you play out different scenarios.
But governor, Claireborn, he almost ruined everything.
He still wasn't convinced that LaFitte, the man who put a price on his head earlier, was
earnest in his offer of aid and he ordered an attack on LaFitte's pirate headquarters.
Luckily, the governor's men were no match for LaFitte's men.
And then when General Jackson heard about this, not happy with the governor's decision,
he reached out to this pirate and was like, oh, oh, before you go to the British, before Governor Clairborn fucks
this up for all of us, let's talk.
Delphine's husband continues to lobby the New Orleans government, take Lafitte's help,
and then General Jackson ends up meeting this pirate on Royal Street with Lafitte, where
he accepts the pirate's offer, or meets with Lafitte's, excuse me, where he accepts the Pirates offers help or meets with Lefitte, excuse me, where
he accepts the Pirates offer to help.
As fate would have it, the place chosen for the final battleground is the childhood home
of Madame Delphine.
The McCarthy plantation is just a short distance down the river from New Orleans and was then
owned and operated by Delphine's cousin Andrew Jackson would dig in and make stand there.
Make his stand there.
They would, you know, later help him catapult him to the presidency because it was a very successful
stand.
So Jackson's Ragtag army brought LaFitte's cannons, ashore pointed in towards the sea.
The British Navy attacked hard.
Over a hundred cannons struck the McCarty plantation in the first 10 minutes of fighting, but the
British aim was thankfully off.
And then the pirate-led American cannons wreaked havoc on the British fleet.
Lafitte's men were battle-hardened soldiers and their help made all the difference.
The British suffered almost 2,500 casualties compared to just a handful of Americans.
The British had to retreat and their leaders, their Edmund Parkingham was killed.
This unexpected loss was a defining and unifying moment in the history of the United States.
The US had the collective will to come together in defense of their newly penned constitution
and their hard fought independence was won again.
Andrew Jackson and Jean Lafitte both went on to become famous.
Jean Blanc, however, ended up being relegated to be mostly known as the second husband
of Madame Delphine.
Pretty cool little piece of history there.
Also for a little closure on this storyline here, Lafitte, the pirate did earn a pardon for that brother
and some other pirates who had been incarcerated
by Governor Clairborn.
They'd bounce on over to the waters outside
of Galveston Island after the war, outside of Texas there,
and build an army of pirates.
They legitimately had an army of pirates.
The brothers would also work as spies for Spain
during Mexico's war of independence.
And then Jean Lafitte is believed to have died
after getting wounded in battle in 1823.
Okay.
Last point on Delphine's life with Blanc.
Although there aren't too many sources to corroborate this, it would seem that she became,
you know, fell into possession of a lot of rare and illegal items and substances from
his private hearing.
And that made her a lot of money.
She's reported to have loved to host parties, increasingly lavish parties at the Blanc
mansion.
And, you know, probably has some pretty cool party favors.
Probably the best damn sugar and coffee those pirates could steal.
And so far, yeah, so far in the suck seems like she lived, you know, a lavish pampered
and then scandal free life in the sense that, yeah, what she did was not or what her husband
did there was not necessarily moral, obviously, but, you know, benefited her greatly and nobody locally cared.
So so far, no dark sinister anything is associated with Madam Delphine.
The only real tough breaks she seemed to have had has been a child bright.
In 1816, Jean Pierre Blanc dies, Wittuin Del Fiend again, this time at the age of 29, some sources say he died in 18.
Some sources say he didn't die, but fled in abandoned Delphine.
No one seems to know how he died.
Damn it.
Probably died.
Delphine spent the next 12 years as a single mother, a very rich,
very powerful single mother.
We have almost no records of how she lived her life during this period.
We don't know what she thought of what she talked about.
We do have one court record from 18, 19 in July, We have almost no records of how she lived her life during this period. We don't know what she thought or what she talked about.
We do have one court record from 1819 and July 1819 court record show that Madam Delphine
did something that initially doesn't seem like it matches up very well with the kind
of person, you know, she would become infamous for being someone, you know, who tortured and
killed slaves.
The records of a parish court show that Marie Delphine McCarty, widow of the
late Jean Blanc, presented in a mancipation petition to the court, noting that she intended
to emancipate her male slave named Jean Louis, who was upwards of 50 years of age. She declared
that Jean Louis had always led an honest conduct with his life, had not run away, had not committed any crime.
Madam Delphine asked the court to order
that the notices prescribed by law
be published in the usual place in form
in order to enable her to emancipate her slave.
And again, this seems like a nice thing to do at first, right?
At least nice for the times.
Possibly and probably not.
This could have in fact been a pretty cruel act.
Sometimes slave owners would emancipate or free, elderly slaves, so they just didn't have
to provide for them in their senior years, which most plantation slave owners actually
did do.
But sometimes when these slaves were unable to keep working for them, they would quote
unquote free some poor destitute crippled senior, leave
them, you know, elderly, often disabled, without a penny to their name to somehow fend for
themselves in their last years. Pretty fucked up. I don't know if this is what Madam Delphine
did, but it's worth pointing out on January 28th, 1828. Now 40 year old Delphine marries
again her third and final husband, the man whoyear-old Delphine marries again. Her third and final husband,
the man who made her madam Delphine Lullary, was Dr. Leonard Louis Nicholas Lullary.
Dr. Louis is said, and virtually all the sources to be significantly younger than Delphine,
but none of the sources seem to know his actual age. I'm confident he's probably a lot older than
13 now. How weird would it be if it slipped
around and he was 13? He described as a non-descript man with a hint of darkness about him. Dr.
Lalloy grew up in France. He was a mediocre medical student, actually a dental student, who
eventually graduated from dental school in Toulouse after graduation. Lalloy prepared to immigrate
to Louisiana. And at that time, which is so interesting to me, dentists and doctors were interchangeable.
Like you could, you could, you go to one school
to become just the doctor of all things medical.
I believe we learned that in the, the doc holiday suck.
He left France on a boat called the Fannie
on December 8th, 1824, arrived in New Orleans,
February 13th, 1825.
One month after his arrival,
Dr. Lollary sought to establish a medical practice in New Orleans, February 13th, 1825. One month after his arrival, Dr. Lallari sought to establish a medical practice in New Orleans.
He then started what,
some describe as a successful medical practice.
Others describe as moderately successful.
At the time, there was virtually zero regulation medicine.
And it was, as I said, super common
from medical professionals,
just a skip from field to field,
which cracks me up.
You can be a dentist and a surgeon, it's the same thing.
One document shows that Lollary build a man
for making a potion to treat a sick slave.
Historical details like this actually have helped fuel.
The rumors that Lollary would later medically
experiment in horrific ways on the slaves
he owned with Madam Lollary, you know, that he
going to do evil shit like, you know, cut him open or sewed him out of the shut, also
fueling the legend that Dr. Lollary medically experimented on his slaves. Is the reality
that doctors did that quite often? Here's one of many examples of this, which I feel
like is important context for our story today. In 1894, the Journal of the American Medical Association
announced that for the first time in American history,
a public statue had been erected to the memory
of a member of the medical profession.
Jay Marion Sims, first unveiled in Bryant Park in New York City,
that monument born in scripture,
celebrating a physician whose brilliant achievements
carried the fame of American surgery
throughout the civilized world. Simms had designed the vaginal speculum developing a treatment for vesicovaginal
fissula, VVF, and he built such a successful medical career promoting VVF repair that he would
later be dubbed the father of modern gynecology. I mean, pretty cool, right?
Not exactly.
This VVF treatment he developed came as the result
of a lot of terrible vaginal experiments
he performed on African American slaves.
And doctors did that shit all the time.
And last year, 2018, New York City's public design commission
voted unanimously to remove his statue.
All right, so there's that.
Okay, now let's lighten it back, lighten it up a bit.
This next detail about Dr. Lollary is ridiculous. Upon arriving in the U.S., Dr. Lollary sent a
letter to the editor of the courier announcing the following to establish his medical practice in
that city. And keep in mind, it's just for extra comedy that, you know, he technically is a dentist.
He writes, I pray you to announce in your next number that a French physician has just arrived in the city who is acquainted with the means lately discovered in France
of destroying hunches. The individuals submitting to the operations required, he says, deformity
gradually diminish. And after a treatment longer or shorter, according to the extent of
the deformity, the body resumes its natural forms.
That discovery has met with the greatest success in France and everything induces the belief
that it will have the same result in this country.
In the early 19th century, when Dennis are working on hunchbacks, whiskey, london, saw!
I just love it.
Open wide, let me get a good look at those choppers.
Okay, you know why you lay in there?
Why don't you let me feel around your hunch a bit?
Oh, yeah, you got quite a hunch there.
I could take that down right after I pull those teeth.
You know why I'm at it?
Why don't I check your circulation?
After that, I can try to make sure you're not pregnant.
You know, I can check your pulse.
I can talk to you about some potions
for various ailments of the stomach and such.
And then let's get you some new eyeglasses.
And how about you lay in the couch for a bit
and talk about your feelings?
Dr. One Stop Shop, that's what they call me.
Whiskey, hot number, chile, dentist.
Oh God, Hutsprack, by the end of 1828.
Delphine has her first child with Dr. Lollary,
Jean-Louis, her sixth child,
overall, if you keep in score.
And then Delphine sells the family plantation
and purchases lots for the construction of a new house
on September 12th, 1831.
Upon this land, Edmonds en Ye, D'A, Fosère,
constructed a magnificent mansion in the French quarter
at 1140 Royal Street.
Boom!
We've made it.
Took us a while, had to go through a lot of, had to wait through a lot of history to
get here.
But now we're at the current address of the original House of Horse.
No other buildings stood there before its construction.
The house that sits today is not the original structure, but obviously built in the same
lot.
The buildings we see today is a much larger version of the original.
And this all brings us to the dark side of Madame La La Rie.
La La Rie House, La La Rie Mansion is one
of the most famous homes in Orleans,
if not in the entirety of the United States.
The original La La Rie home was a magnificent
two-story Creole style structure
with an interior courtyard,
like a lot of New Orleans homes have,
which are fucking beautiful.
If you ever walk around,
do a lot of peaking through gates,
not even kidding.
And the French quarters, he'll these cool little court yards
inside the blocks.
Had several balconies to allow air to circulate
throughout the house, they decorated opulently
and filled the property with gorgeous furniture
and the finest art.
The couple regularly threw lavish parties
and were a regular feature in the society
pages of the local paper.
So while we may know, a lot about,
we may not know, excuse me,
we don't know, a lot about her thoughts and desire.
We do have a historical documentation that she liked to party,
not gonna let six kids stop that.
Like all public lives, the attention was a double edged sword,
in the case of Delphine and Louis,
or Louis, it would swing back to cut their heads off, right?
By the end of 1832, just a year after moving in,
the marriage had began to sour and the two had all
been separated.
So maybe it's the location that's on it.
You know, nothing weird is written about it
until she moves here.
By October of 1832, rumors of the Lollary strange slave abuse
begins to circulate or begin to circulate around New Orleans.
Also in the fall of 1832, Delphine and Dr. Lollary petitioned
the court
to free one another of,
to free, excuse me, to free another one of their slaves,
a kind gesture or more cruelty.
I say gesture, I meant to say gesture.
On November 16th, 1832, Delphine petitions
for in a separate, from four Jesus,
in a fishal separation from Lewis.
The charge was at Lewis with Beatner.
Remember these French ones when Lewis comes up and I'm like, Louis, Louis, so if I go back
and forth, it's the same dude.
Historians disagree as to whether or not this abuse actually happened.
Delphine assisted that the abuse was ongoing.
Here's a sworn statement from her representative in court. On the 26th of October last in the presence of many witnesses, they said,
Louis Lallorie went so far as to not only ill treat her, but was to beat and wound her in the
most outrageous and brutish manner. Wherefore, the plaintiff praised your honor to authorize her
to sue her, said husband for a separation from bed and board and then it's for to grant
her decree that they be separated from bed and board to authorize her to live separately
from her said husband.
So you know, probably, probably was beat.
This makes me think that this new guy did beat her.
She didn't seem to be one to make, you know, a fictional claims.
There's no record of her doing this with either one of her first husbands.
So that's interesting to me as I think about what goes on coming up.
This of course is not usually brought up in the folklore of this subject, but yeah,
definitely adds questions to the narrative, right?
One question is, or adds questions.
One question is, was there any correlation between the freeing of the slave
and Delphine's decision to separate from her husband?
You know, in some accounts,
both these events happened on the same day.
Did Delphine try and intervene on this particular slave's behalf?
You know, was the doctor the sadist
and Madame Lotterie, one of his victims,
was this man beaten this other slave so terribly
that Delphine thought
that she had to free this person.
We may never know, but again, it is interesting
that there were no rumors of ill treatment
between Madame Lotterie and her slaves
during her first two marriages.
No rumors of her ever mistreating slaves
prior to Dr. Lotterie.
And then the rumors start around the same time.
She takes her husband to court for spousal abuse.
Right, she frees a slave when she does that.
All of this makes me wonder what
was really going on. After the official separation, Delphine remained as a royal street address.
Her husband is still comes and goes from this place. They're separated but not like entirely
apart. We'll see later this really infamous fire that happens. He was at the residence when
all the shit went down that led to their legend.
Yeah, so, okay, we're gonna move forward chronologically here a little more in a bit.
Well, we're gonna detour into some voodoo who-do context
that adds to her legend.
And we're gonna kind of stay in the same few
you appeared for quite some time.
So how about we hop on out of today's time-soc timeline?
same few you're appeared for quite some time. So how about we hop on out of today's time suck timeline.
Good job soldier. You made it back.
Barely.
All right, now we're going to get to some gruesome stories, accounts of this story,
this pillar of New Orleans, a horror lore. To really understand why the accounts of the Delphine murders are so graphic and frankly so strange,
we have to understand a few things about Voodoo and Houdoo.
And a good way to get into New Orleans,
Voodoo and Houdoo is to introduce an important
historical contemporary of Delphine's, Marie Levo,
the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.
If you've ever been there, they have all kinds
of stuff dedicated to her.
Certainly a future time set candidate,
Marie Catherine Lavo, again known as the voodoo queen
of New Orleans, born in New Orleans,
September 10th, 1801, just 13 years,
I guess 14 years after Madame Delphine.
She was the illegitimate daughter
of a free man of color and a creole mother,
her connection with Delphine, not well documented.
However, it is referenced in some dark New Orleans
folklore, which I think has to have added to the dark legend of Madame Delphine.
One story stems from New Orleans painter Ricardo Pustonio, locally famous for his paintings
of Madame Lollary and the Devil Baby. Devil Baby cap, capitalized. It's not just any random
devil baby, it's the devil baby. He stated in an interview that some noran's natives claim Delphine and Dr. Lollary were associated with the actual devil baby,
the spawn of Satan. This was supposedly a deformed or insane child rumored to be the spawn
of a mortal woman and a demon possibly Satan himself. So you know, it's probably for sure
true. I did look up some devil baby stats.
And according to the national society of unquestionable facts based in Washington, DC 6.7 devil babies
are born each and every year in Louisiana alone.
75% of them are pure evil.
They're 25% are mostly evil.
100% of them grow to be circus clowns.
So there's some facts I made up.
But of course, there's not a real devil baby.
But a lot of people have believed there was.
Some people still do.
They think Madame Delphine and the Voodoo Queen
were really in league with Satan
and had something to do with bringing a devil baby
into this plane of existence.
Legend states that the baby was found
or conjured somehow by the Voodoo Queen
and then given to Delphine and her husband to raise,
someone claimed that the devil baby was Delphine's godchild, weird story detail, right?
That the voodoo queen found the devil baby
but gave it to Madame Delphine to race.
Why didn't she want it?
I'm guessing devil baby be a hard kid to race, right?
Go clean your room.
Fuck off, bitch, I'm devil.
I'll clean your fucking clock when you fall asleep tonight.
If you need me, I wanna be out in the back,
skinning some cats until I feel like stopping.
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And I about passed out.
That's a tough character to do for a prolonged time.
It's easier to write that stuff,
but then we start doing the voice,
oh buddy, oh buddy, excuse this water drink.
Off mic like a professional.
Okay.
The unsubstantiated,
but certainly interesting rumor of Madame La La Rue,
raising a devil baby. She got from Voodoo Queen, certainly added to her dark legend,
ties her to the religion of Voodoo and the bloody dark magic of Houdoo. If Houdoo and Voodoo were actually
a big part of Madame Delphine La La Rue's life, and we don't know for sure that they weren't,
it would explain some of the very specifically gory, you know, blood
ritual looking shit she supposedly did to her slaves. Well, it could have been many years,
but more specifically from 1831 to 1834. So what is voodoo and hudu? Well, first off, voodoo is a word
that will forever remind me of Reverend Dr. Joe motherfucking paisley's favorite song by Godsmack.
I've had this earworm in my head a lot this week and now I'm going to infect you.
And mostly though, I'm doing this to infect Reverend Paisley.
I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite into my VAing switch into
Michael McDonald now.
And I don't remember it. It's too hard. It's too hard to combine one really distinct melody with
another very distinct voice. I'm not the one who so far. Ah, fuck it. Thank you for that
one, Sully. Guess you're still playing a pain your bills
with that 1999 Diddy.
You guys ever think about that like I do?
Some of you guys just saw on 25 years ago,
royalty checks, pay for their life, the rest of their life.
Okay, Voodoo is a religion that was brought to the West
by slaves originating from Africa,
hailing from the West Indies in the late 18th century.
It's believed to have started in Haiti in 1724,
has deeper roots in the much older
African practice of Voudune. Practice by many different African cultures for many centuries,
excuse me, Voudune, Voudune has a number of gods, rituals, and practices that can be found in
today's Voudune. Through slavery, Voudune traditions spread out to places as distant from each other,
as Cuba, Brazil, Haiti, the Dominican
Republic, and North America.
When slaves are about to the States, many were forced to convert to Catholicism by their
new slave masters.
In order to keep a connection to the religion of their homelands, the slaves had to hide
their gods.
This is a classic example of religious syncretism, right?
The uniting of different religions into one new school of thought, indoor religion.
The slaves integrated Catholicism
into their voting beliefs, merging their ancestor gods
and rituals with Catholic saints and practices
and created a new hybrid religion.
Voodoo was practiced and displayed publicly in New Orleans
during Madame Lalla Ries' life.
So much so that laws were passed to keep it in check
due to its increasing popularity in 1782
Louisiana's then governor Galvez prohibited the importation of of black people from Martinique
explaining that they quote are too much given to voodooism and make the lives of citizens unsafe
This ban was lifted in 1803, but the Christian fear of voodoo remained
Plantation owners fleeing the revolution
in the West Indies began arriving a few years later, bringing with them considerable numbers
of West Indian slaves when Haitian practitioners of voodoo arrived in New Orleans became even
more popular, even more public. voodoo became more popular still after the signing of the
Louisiana Purchase in 1803. The relationship between blacks and whites was less volatile under American rule than it was previously.
At least in New Orleans that time,
voodoo flourished and the sect gained
a significant number of converts.
Some of the voodoo imagery that we are familiar with
is a snake, a sacrifice, right?
The drinking of blood.
Before I looked into this,
I remember some zombie shit too.
All right, there's definitely some zombie stuff.
voodoo has all kinds of interesting rituals.
As you also might imagine, a bunch of bored Louisiana debutants
took a liking.
Some of them to the exotic forms of spirituality
and acts that were generally seen as taboo.
Some of them became a bit obsessed with them, right?
Made for good gossip.
Few Louisiana whites publicly practice Voodoo,
but many gleefully observed and spied on the
proceedings.
I can picture that just, oh my goodness, Marie, they're cutting the head off a chicken.
Oh, how dreadful.
And look at that man dancing.
How sinful.
Oh, that dark man with the chiseled abs and all the muscles and his chest and arms and
that high tight butt,
on that strong jawline.
Look at those soulful penetrating, sinful eyes.
Why it's all just so dreadful.
Did it just get a lot more humid in here?
Prior to any voodoo activity, common ritual was the,
is to raise the power.
This is when all worshipers,
raises the power of all the worshipers present
for this ritual.
For this ritual, imagine a voodoo queen,
and or king, stand on a box containing a snake.
They join hands.
People of this ritual, they to literally transmit
the power of the snake to everyone in attendance.
Sometimes they fasten bells to the outside of the box
would shake it to produce a tankling sound,
be witching the whole congregation in the midst of the gathering.
There would be a boiling cauldron in which we're thrown chickens frogs, cat snails,
maybe some squirrel balls.
We don't fuck, we don't know for sure.
We weren't there.
Always a snake.
All these offerings were brought by various attendants.
And this is where we get zombies.
The dead brought back to life by the power of dark voodoo rituals.
We'll save an in depth look into zombies, by the way power of dark voodoo rituals. We'll save an in-depth
look into zombies, by the way, for a voodoo based suck down the road, but the zombie part would be
played by the, by some male dancer or by the, or the voodoo king representing the Lagran zombie
or the great zombie. At this point, in the ritual, right, this power of, you know, life over death.
At this point, the ritual, everyone president everyone present would come forward to dance and drink from the
snake or the evening supply of Tafia, a raw alcoholic beverage, completely possessed by
snake power.
I guess they filled the snake up with some kind of shit, or I don't know, maybe they're
drinking his blood.
The dancers would pair off with lust in their eyes and the ritual would sometimes end
in an actual orgy, helluose of fina.
This kind of shit, of course, scared a lot of white people.
Think about early 19th century Christians hearing about our worst witnessing these type
of rituals, right?
They undoubtedly thought of them as being satanic.
There was a growing concern amongst whites that such meetings were, you know, being held
to work black magic against them, to plot some kind of revolution.
For this reason, the state of New Orleans issued a municipal ordinance in 1817,
which forbade the gathering of slaves for dancing
or any other purpose except on Sundays.
And then only in place is designated by the mayor.
Super worried about this shit,
to the point that laws were being passed.
This is the atmosphere, Madame La La Ria's living in.
One of our time suck researchers actually spoke
with the practitioner of
voodoo and a dedicated student of hudu. This person wished to remain anonymous, but did promise
not to turn any of us into zombies. The outline of the similarities between voodoo, voodoo,
voodoo, many Celtic, Bavarian, other people's, or other early people's traditions. As we
mentioned, hudu is the practice of folk magic magic while Voodoo is the much larger religion. In a way, you could think of Voodoo as like Catholicism
or Lutheranism or being Methodist. And Houdu is like 30 people who are all related in
some way, attending a snake handling service in a backwards Appalachian trailer park
church. Adherence of Voodoo do not necessarily practice the much more blood related rituals of voodoo.
An example of voodoo is the popular voodoo doll.
Sounds counterintuitive, but voodoo and voodoo are often confused with each other.
The voodoo doll is considered sympathetic magic, otherwise defined as the use of personal
effects to facilitate change in a person's life for circumstances, good or bad.
A voodoo doll, which again is really voudu, starts out as a small cloth doll,
sewn by the practitioner in the likeness
of the target individual,
or into the likeness of the target individual.
The cloth can be made of any material,
however it's preferred,
the material come from the clothing of the target.
The doll is fixed with the mix of herbs, right?
To her herbs, cloth, personal items of the target
of like hair, fingernails, picture or drawing,
their name and or birthday, written on a piece piece of paper and possibly, possibly a couple pairs of
scroll balls.
We don't know for sure.
Probably not.
It's not written anywhere.
Once the doll has been completed, the practitioner will breathe life into the doll and
then sew it shut.
I'm thinking about the accusations of mouse-sown shut now, and when they, about the torturing,
the lottery supposedly did.
From that point, the dollar's like a chucky on crack, right?
It's believed to be a living breathing effigy
of the target.
Everything that the who do who do or does
to the dollar is meant to affect the target
like in that one Scooby-Doo episode with the globe drivers.
Other examples of who do practices or curses
like stop your slander.
This ritual uses the cow tongue,
sliced down the center and filled
with peppers, pins, rusty nails, and sometimes even urine. Man, it's a God works in mysterious
ways. The who do gods mysterious is shit. All of these items are sewn into the cow tongue
and nailed to a fucking tree on the target's prop property. As one does to invoke spirit
powers, this curse is not to cause pain and discomfort in the target whenever they slander the
huduer.
And there's, you know, tons of other spells that are done.
And voodoo and hudu, they get even more popular when yellow fever is brought on by mosquitoes
and that ravages Louisiana region.
While slaves and free blacks get sick, they're able to get better while white Europeans die
off.
And many attributed this to voodoo and hudoo as opposed to African-born people's immunity
to the virus.
Okay, besides a culture of voodoo and hudoo, another cultural situation that factions in
the matam del fina, a la la re legend was growing pushback against slavery and new laws seeking
to protect slaves.
Matam la la re was someone who owned a lot of slaves, made a lot of money off of slaves,
came from a family who owned a lot of slaves, hung around people who owned a lot of slaves,
and a lot of other people in Orleans around this time were starting to think, you know what?
I don't know about this whole slavery thing.
It's almost like when you really think about it, it's super fucked up.
An anti-slavery movement had been alive in America
since the very beginning, even some of the founding fathers, despite being slave owners,
you know, went on record against it. Economists and business owners from the north would
argue that slavery and peded economic growth when hiring cheap workers, you know, it would
actually be more practical since you didn't have to feed some Irish fellow when he was young.
You don't have to take care of him when he was old as again many Southern slave owners
actually did once he retired.
Nations like England put their money in their lives of their own soldiers on the line
to end slavery throughout their empires and beyond.
By the mid to late 19th century, for all intent and purpose, slavery was all but eradicated,
virtually everywhere except the US, obviously the South and Brazil.
Treatment of slaves and laws dictated the treatment range from state to state, the Louisiana code
noir or code of ethics relating to slaves read as follows. We also forbid all of our subjects in
this colony, whatever their conditional rank may be, to apply on their own private authority, the rack to their
slaves under any pretense whatsoever, and to mutilate said slaves in any of their limbs,
or in any part of their bodies under the penalty of the confiscation of said slaves,
in and said masters, so offending shall be liable to a criminal prosecution.
We only permit masters when they think that their case requires it to put their slaves in irons and to have them whipped with rods or ropes.
Louisiana code noire 1724.
Now, that's way back in 1724.
How crazy is that?
The Louisiana legislators felt the need to pass a law forbidding physically mutilating people.
You don't pass a law like that in a staunch pro-slavery area, in my opinion, unless a
shit ton of mutilation is already going on, which is disturbing.
Like if Madame LaLaurie herself did not mutilate slaves, if no one in her household mutilated
her slaves, other slaves were for sure mutilated in Louisiana, which is his own haunted tour
worthy horror story.
Okay. Now all the cultural context has been laid out.
So how did Madame Lollary truly become known
for being a torture of slaves and all started with a fire?
On April 10th, 1834, fire broke out
in the Lollary residence on Royal Street, starting in the kitchen.
When the police and fire marshals arrived, they supposedly find
the cook, a 70-year-old woman
chained to the stove by her ankle. This cook allegedly later said that she had set the fire as a
suicide attempt because she feared being punished. She said that slaves taken to the uppermost room
of the house never came back. As reported in the New Orleans B, the very next day, April 11,
1834, bystanders responding to the fire attempted
to enter the slave quarters to ensure that everyone had been evacuated.
Upon being refused the keys by the Lollaries, the bystanders broke down the doors to the
slave quarters and found, quote, seven slaves, more or less horribly mutilated, suspended
by the neck with their limbs apparently stretched and torn from one extremity to the other,
who claimed to have been imprisoned there for some months. the neck with their limbs apparently stretched and torn from one extremity to the other, who
claimed to have been imprisoned there for some months.
One of those who entered the premises was Judge Jean François Cagnage, who later wrote
for the New Orleans B, or what he said was later printed, excuse me, in the New Orleans
B. He said, the following deposition stating the material facts attendant upon the horrible
disclosures at the late conflagration has been made by Judge Kanago before or Kanage,
fucking whatever's names.
Goddamn French English.
This judge see, fuck it is, is judge see.
Comment from the source it does is entitled to full credence.
We shall make no comments, but let the document speak for itself.
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Lollary that this is just poorly written, that he repaired as a citizen for the purpose
of affording any assistance within his power, that on arriving there, he was apprised of
there being one of the apartments and slaves who were chained and who were from their
situation exposed to perish in the congregation. And he said a bunch of other stuff in this letter,
that basically he gets this thing of,
he claims that he talked to the Lollaries,
and I'm just kind of summarizing now,
I was originally planning on reading this all,
but it's written so bad.
He was planning on trying to help people
who are trapped inside, asked the Lollaries
to give them, to let these people in, let him and some other people in
to help the others trapped inside and says that a lot of
reads were just like, nah, nah, we don't worry about it.
And basically just refused to help them.
And so they had to break open the doors.
I go back and do it for a second there.
And then he says, accompanied by the citizens with him,
he entered and found two negruses
incarcerated whom he had liberated from this den.
Several voices were heard that were other victims in the kitchen.
He repaired Thitha but found no one.
That one of the negruses had an iron collar, very large and very heavy and was chained with
heavy irons by the feet.
That she walked with the greatest difficulty that he was unable to examine the one behind.
That one individual whom he believes to be Mr. Giet said to him, he knew of another slave was confined. He ended with this gentleman into another apartment where upon someone's removing a
mosquito bar, an old negress was found with a deep wound in her head. She appeared to be quite
feeble too much so to be able to walk. Then the department desired some of the person's present to have her removed to the mayor's office,
where the first two had been removed.
They demanded Mr. Lallorie if he had any slaves in his carrots.
So basically I guess they're trying to ask him like, hey man, do you have any more people
than he'd be helped?
He replied in an insulting tone that there were persons who would do better by remaining
at home than visiting others to dictate to them laws and the quality of a fissious friends.
Okay, so here's what I just got from that.
No one saw buckets of body parts littered in the room or a woman with her skin peeled
into a spiral, you know, so she resembled some kind of caterpillar like a New Orleans ghost
guy tour guide will tell you, but it seems several people who were witnesses to the fire did find other
human beings, slaves shackled inside in irons. It does appear that a lot of trees didn't seem
interested in saving them. They seemed very okay with letting them be burned alive. These people
inside were very, very, very mistreated. In another article from the time, there were reports of people witnessing the bodies
of quote, mutilated slaves.
That doesn't look good.
All right.
I think there is, there's starting to be more truth this legend than I originally thought
there was going to be.
Following that 1834 fire, the New Orleans be also reported that an angry mob formed around
the Delphine home once the fire was put out and that a sheriff in his office, like, one
people started hearing about the atrocities that supposedly went on in there.
And then a sheriff and his officers were called into disperse the crowd and then the paper
reported that by the time the mob left, the Royal Street property had sustained major damage
with quote, scarcely anything remaining but the walls.
The paper also reported that slaves who survived the fire were taken to a local jail where they
were made available for public viewing.
The New Orleans B reported that by April 12th up to 4,000 people had attended to a view
of the slaves to convince themselves of their sufferings.
That doesn't look good.
I mean, still, it's not reports of crude sex changes and crap, people.
It's still a lot of horrible shit.
But how did that story grow into the story of today?
Well, an early British social theorist named Harriet
Martinot has a lot to do with that. Harriet is widely considered the world's first female
sociologist. She was a contemporary of Lollarees who traveled to New Orleans two years after
the rumors of slave torture, two years after the fire in 1836 to interview locals. In
her findings, she did note that Madame Delphine slaves looked haggard and wretched in appearance.
That's what people told her.
Heriot reported that one of Lollaree's neighbors once saw
one of the Lollaree slaves, a 12 year old girl named Leah
fall to her death from the roof of the Royal Street mansion
while trying to avoid punishment
from a whip-wielding Delphine Lollaree.
This is an important piece of the puzzle that speaks to her,
you know, direct involvement in slave abuse. There are several different versions of the Leah story. Here's the main one. Leah
was combing Madame Lollary's hair in 1834. Madame Lollary roughly 47 years old at this time.
Apparently, at some point she tugs the Madame's hair too hard. Delphine goes fucking bezorker,
right? Grabs, a nearby bullwhip and chases after this young girl.
If it was exact age, it's not given in the accounts that I read.
Accounts vary widely, what, regarding what happened next.
There were allegedly witnesses to this, but their stories about this event do vary a bit.
Some accounts say Leo is first beaten with the whip and then kind of thrown off the roof.
Most accounts, whoever says she ran to the side of Madame Delphine, grabbing a bullwhip. All accounts do have her running from Madame Delphine and ultimately falling
or being pushed to her death from either the roof of the home or from an upstairs window.
So did she jump from the home, from the roof of the home to escape? Did she trip? Was
she pushed? These are some of the questions around these events that will likely never
be completely answered. But there are records that showed that, you know, Madam Delphine Larry was fined for her
involvement in the death of this girl, fined a measly $300, but still, you know, there's
a record of this happening and of her being guilty of this happening, some kind of abuse.
According to Harriet Mar-to-no, this incident led to investigation of the Lollaries in which
they were found guilty of illegal cruelty to other slaves and then forced
they were forced to forfeit nine additional slaves.
Sadly, these nine slaves were brought back, you know, by the law.
Rees through and through and through a relative.
They had a relative go buy them back and then give them to the Madam Delphine or husband
and then they were returned to the Royal Street residents.
You know, sadly, she liked that happen all the time.
Interesting to note that the Lollary has gotten legal trouble for slave mistreatment during
an era of history when it was the norm to mistreat slaves, which leads me to believe that
it's the very least, you know, these people were especially sadistic and cruel.
March and O also recounted stories that the Lollary kept her cook chain to the kitchen stove,
that she beat her daughters when they attempted to feed slaves.
The pits, pits feels sun riding several weeks after the evacuation of Lollary slave quarters
following the fire, claimed that two of the slaves found in the Lollary mansion had died
since the rescue and then added, we understand that indigging and the yard bodies have been
disinterred and
that the condemned well in the grounds of the mansion having been uncovered others, particularly
that of a child were found.
So you know, more bodies are found secretly buried on the property.
Ten years later, another author will darken the already dark tale of Madame LaLaurie,
the American novelist George Washington Cable, probably the most famous writer to spread the LaLaurie legend.
He was born in Louisiana in 1844.
He fought for the Confederate Army,
later became a journalist,
and his stories of Creole life before and after the Civil War
painted an incredible picture of pride,
opulence, racism, and money.
His eye for detailing the battle between the Americans
and French Creole was remarkable,
especially in his famed novel The Grand DeSemes.
He can pay the sense of differences approval toward the racism still present in Louisiana
after the Civil War.
Cable eventually moved to Massachusetts, became friends with Mark Twain, and they actually
did some book lecture tours together.
In his book, Strange True Stories of Louisiana originally published in 1889, he told a lot
of retail. He didn't include medical
experiment injuries and the list of torturers suffered by the slaves, but he did corroborate claims
of household slaves being terribly mistreated and then being freed, you know, by others during
and after this terrible fire. And his accounts are backed up with original documents and depositions
given after the incident in 1834. And then decades later, in 1946, John Delevene
wrote ghost stories of old New Orleans. This is the book most likely responsible for some of the
goryer embellishments on what the rescuers found during the Lollary House fire of 1834, including
stories of medical experiments and buckets of body parts. No documentation to back up aspects, these aspects of the story.
De La Vine wrote a horror story, not a historical book, but his book has been treated as a historical
account since.
I'm sorry, Genie, not Jean, so it's a she, Genie De La Vine.
She wrote, for example, the man who smashed the garage door saw a powerful male slave, Stark
naked, chained to the wall.
Their eyes gouged out.
Their fingernails pulled out by the roots.
Others had their joints skinned and festering.
Great holes in their buttocks where the flesh had been sliced away.
Their ears hanging by shreds.
Their lips sewn together.
Their tongues drawn out and sewn to their chins.
Severed hands stitched to bellies,
legs pulled joint from joint. Female slaves there were, their mouths and ears crammed with
ashes and chicken awful and bound tightly. Others had been smeared with honey and were
a mass of black ants. In testons were pulled out and nodded around naked waste. There were
holes and skulls where a rough stick stick had been inserted to stir the brains.
Some of the poor creatures were dead, some were unconscious, and a few were still breathing,
suffering agonies beyond any power to describe.
And again, that's a horror novel where they really anthed up and clearly integrated a
bunch of voodoo-hoodoo stuff. And then, you know, since it's kind of become part of the,
you know, quote unquote, factual
mythology.
And then in 1998, the story's taken even further, embellished further by a book called Journey
into Darkness, Ghosts and Vampires of New Orleans, by Kallila Ketrina, Katharina Smith, who is
the operator of a new Orleans ghost tour business.
Smith's book added more explicit details, such as, you know, a victim who obviously had
her arms amputated and her skin peeled off in a circular pattern, making her look like
a human caterpillar.
And another who had her limbs broken and receded odd angles so she resembled a human
crap.
Other specific tales of atrocities, not documented by early eyewitnesses, have also
wove their way into delphined story.
Stories of people chained to walls and strapped the tables, their limbs stretched and torn. People were suspended
by their necks, which were also stretched and torn, you know, and, you know, and those,
some of those actually were in some of those early newspaper accounts. You know, women
wearing a cruel spiked iron collars. One story is that a woman allegedly had her mouth
forced to open, feces of some kind
shoved in, and then her lips sewn shut.
Again, fucking who do?
And then there's, yeah, there's that whole story that gets told by a lot of the tour guides
about the guy with the spoon sticking out of his head.
You know, he had the whole drill and the spoon sticking out.
It was meant to quote, stir his mind or drive him stir crazy.
Another potential who Houdu legend.
There are tales of a female slave found hung to the rafters by a rist in her intestines wrapped around her body,
which was supposedly thought to be some Houdu practice, some ritual.
Other accounts ended after the fire workers found a number of bones buried on the floorboards,
in the yard, or in addition to, you know, in the yard.
All right, so that's those are all the legends. So what about the law of reads? What happened to them?
Well, Harriet Martinot, that sociologist, wrote in 1838 that, uh,
Madame Delphine fled New Orleans during the mob violence to fall the fire,
taken a coach to the waterfront, then traveling by Schooner to Mobile, Alabama,
and then traveling on from near to Paris. Looks like she fled alone. Her and the doctor do not seem to
stay together at all following the fire. You know, Dr. Lollary sort of just
disappears around 1842. That year he sent a letter that had been seen or that
we found. He sent this letter from Cuba to a friend in New Orleans basically
asking if they could send him some of his shit after the separation and everything, stuff that
was still in New Orleans.
Madame Delphine, Martino wrote that she had her six-year-old son by Louis Lullary, Jean
Louis with her.
She also had three of her adult children, according to Harriet and other accounts.
One still, Finn made it to French.
She just kind of kept living her life, And as if she had not done something horrific, she could not be prosecuted in France for what she had allegedly done in
New Orleans contrary to a lot of other accounts. She didn't have to live in secret. Genie, Delphine's
daughter by Jean Blanc allegedly visited her mom in Paris in the late 1830s with her children
and husband as shown by numerous pieces of correspondence found in the Missouri history archives.
Madame Lollary supposedly thrived in Paris. She conducted business in France, paid taxes,
even supposedly financed the repair of a residence. She still had in New Orleans,
not the Royal Street one, but a different one that she rented out. There are several accounts of
Delphine's death that have been entertained by storytellers and historians. One report suggests
that she was killed by a wild boar in a hunting accident in France, while another more likely story ran in the New Orleans
paper, the Times, Pika Yoon, in March 1892 said that she died amongst friends and family in Paris.
As a quite old, apparently, if she died in 1892, she'd been over 100 years old.
She might have made it back to New Orleans
before she died. In the late 1930s Eugene Bax, who served as sexton to St. Louis, St. Louis
Cemetery, number one until 1924 discovered an old cracked copper plate in the Alley
Four Cemetery, or Alley Four, excuse me, of that cemetery, the inscription on the plate
red reads, Madame Lollary, born Madame, born Marie Delphine McCarty,
died in Paris, December 7th, 1842.
At the age of 60, something.
That final number was apparently missing or eroded.
But if she died in 1842,
then she would have been, well, she wouldn't have been quite 60.
She would have been like 57.
All the numbers are a little fishy, but these are all the things that are said.
Where she buried, we don't know.
John Blanc, the Blanc daughters in Madame LaLaurie, all-rested, unknown burial sites.
But there's lots of speculation. There's speculation that she's in one of those New Orleans
cemetery. There's a couple thrown around, is you know, possibly one of the number two crypt
in the four-stall plots,
one of the four-stall plots in the St. Louis cemetery.
What about the house where the slaves were probably tortured?
Well, after Lollolary's death, it was purchased,
and at some point prior to 1888, it was restored.
Over the following decades,
it was used as a public high school,
a conservatory of music and apartment building, a refuge for young delinquents bar.
That's just how it's written, a furniture store, a luxury apartment building.
And then as I said earlier, Nicholas Cage bought it in 2007.
And then the current owner is, you know, someone with the Regions Financial Corporation
is the last record that I have found. Okay. Sorry that this one was a
little bit all over the place. I actually spent more time on this one than than a lot of recent ones.
Man, when you look into this tale, it is super, super hard to decipher folklore from actual facts.
You know, the court records themselves are hard to read because those people spoke in a fucking weird, formal, crazy, ask, Creole version of English.
But here's my final thoughts.
You know, there may not be any bodies in the attic.
You know, but they did supposedly dig up skeletons from the yard.
There is evidence of a lot of mistreatment for sure, including the controversial death
of 12-year-old Leah.
Was the abuse worse than what other slave owners
were probably committing at the time?
I think it was.
I think it was probably quite a bit worse.
Even here internally in the suckdown
to nurse some disagreement on this,
but I think a lot of the legend actually is true.
I think it's gonna be impossible to determine
if the abuse came with the hands of either
Dr. Lollary or Madame Delphine Lollary,
but based on the Leah's tale,
and then that the fine she was given,
it does seem that Madame Delphine might have become quite cruel in her later years.
I mean, there's also, you know, this, I mean, you know, the possibility that a lot of that was
under the influence of Dr. Lollary because again, none of this stuff happened at least documented
wise until he came into the picture. I don't know, maybe it was his influence. Maybe she was
covering for him most of the time. There's eyewitness accounts of her, not caring that slaves were trapped
in a burning structure. Many witnessed her slaves in a poor physical state. And again, how
much of that was her and how much of it was her husband. I do think that he was probably
a much bigger monster than she was. Could some of this have been false testimony? Yes,
we'll never know. But we do know that they both were run out of town because of
tales of mistreatment.
You know, tales that started being printed the day after the fire, not necessarily years
later.
People got so mad about her treatment of slaves.
They're an angry mob, attacked her property, you know, two decades before the Civil War.
I don't think that happens unless you've gone fucking way outside the bounds of what was
acceptable at the time.
And a certain level of abuse of slaves was acceptable that time.
So to receive the press she did to flee town like she did to flee the whole country as
her and her estranged husband who ended up in Cuba did, that leads me to believe that
the two of them, or at least one of them were terrible, terrible, terrible people.
Do I think she raised a devil baby and broke people's bones to reshape them into crap people?
Fuck no.
But I do think she may have done shit that was equally horrific.
I mean, as we learned, doctors really did do horrific medical experiments on slaves.
You know, the rumors of abuse didn't begin until after she married a doctor.
That's a weird coincidence.
If it's not outright and criminating,
I think there's a good chance there was some weird experiments
down in those poor people.
But without more details,
I mean, this is just my speculation in opinion.
We'll never know the full story,
which is why her former home is such a popular spot
for a ghost tour, right?
There's illusions to all kinds of horrible dark shit.
There's the voodoo, who do angles.
I mean, it makes for a great ghost tour tale.
You know, because there will forever be the possibility that some madwoman of New Orleans really did
do horrific shit, deserving of a later depiction as that monster, Cassie Bates, you know,
portrayed in the third season of American horror story. It's a crazy tale for sure,
with or without the voodoo or who do elements. Let's take a few more looks back at this tale in today's Top 5 Takeaway.
Number one, the tale of Madame Delphine is a fascinating mix of fact and folklore.
Did she miss treat slaves and possibly even torture them?
I'm going to say she probably did.
Did she turn them into human caterpillars and crap people and raise a devil baby? No, probably not.
Number two, did Madame Delphine or her third husband perform a horrible medical experiment
on slaves? Possibly. Me personally, I think probably. I have no hard evidence of that,
but we do know that doctors really did perform these experiments. Number three, Jean-Pierre
Blanc Delphine's second husband was a fucking pirate, pretty
cool, or at least to do to ran with pirates.
He was also a lawyer whose association with pirates helped save America in the war of
1812.
Fun side detail.
Number four, sadly the most important witnesses this whole story were never likely interviewed.
Not that we know of the slaves that lived in the Lowellery house.
Due to racism,
no one ever seemed to ask them what they thought about this. Certainly a missed opportunity to know
a lot more about this story. Number five, new info. If you want to go on the tour, I went on the
spark my interest in this topic. Check out Go City tours in New Orleans. They're not a sponsor.
It's just a business that I, you know, I went. I thought it was cool. They'll walk you around
the French quarter, talk at length about the legends of Madame Delphine, Voudou I, you know, I went, I thought it was cool. They'll walk you around the French quarter, talk at length about the legends of Madame Delphine,
Voodoo Queen, you know, Marie Levo, Haitian zombies, tons of honnings.
I recommend it highly, if you like getting the chills, dark folklore is highly morbidly entertaining,
hail Lucifina.
Time suck.
Top five takeaways. Luciferina. Time, suck, tough, five, take away.
The episode has been sucked, right?
New Orleans, sucked again.
I already look forward to getting back there for the next suck.
What an interesting city.
Interesting tale, fascinating makes a history, true crime and folklore.
I hope you liked as much as we did here in the suck dungeon.
Hope wasn't too condoluted.
A big thanks to the time suck team.
Thanks to the Queen of the Suck, Lindsey Cummins, high priest of the suck, Harm Hope wasn't too condoluted. Big thanks to the time suck team. Thanks to Dequeena suck Lindsey Cummins high priest to the suck harmony velocamp, Jesse Guardian
of grammar dobner, Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley, time suck high priest Alex Dugan, the guys
of Bidelixer, danger brain, access apparel. Thanks to New Orleans native and upcoming
summer intern here in the suck dungeon. So Sophie fact sorceress Evans. Hope Sophie enjoyed what I did with the beginnings
of her research and huge thanks again
to new full time suck dungeon employee and head of research.
Zach still needs a nickname flannery
for all of his massive help.
If you haven't already done so,
check out the Coal to the Curious Private Facebook group online,
over 8,000 members now,
over 2,000 members on Discord.
You can link to both in the episode description,
also link to Discord in the time-so-cap.
Next week's time, so we're going back to Russia,
back to the USSR.
We did that a lot here, man.
We love talking about Russia,
talking about the KGB this time.
What does this be deal with the Russia fascination?
The space-litter to spoke in the topic of the KGB-1, the last space-litter to have spoken the topic of the KGB one, the last space that's revoked,
the tale of the KGB leads us all over the place.
From intense spine and espionage to the ingenious technologies of the Cold War and all those
atrocities that were committed in the name of national security.
Imagine the worst serial killer in history and then rinse and repeat that several million
times to understand what the KGB did.
Chikotilo, Mikhail Popkov, Alexander Przuckin,
ah, they don't have a shit on the KGB.
KGB was a multifaceted organization
that combined intelligence gathering,
national defense duties,
protection of Soviet officials,
mess with other nations, election processes.
Sounds familiar.
They were also entrusted with policing their own people.
Big mistake.
The treatment of political distance and undesirables in the gulags is one of the most terrific and
mind-fucking-bits of world history.
The details not for those with weak stomachs.
But if you handle today, you can probably handle that.
Thanks to a couple of Russia's best riders, we'll go into details of life in the gulags.
We'll also look into the many friendly competitions at the US and the USSR had going between each other,
cover the space race last week, right?
There was propaganda wars that were equally interesting.
Also, this topic gives us an excuse
to look into the many secret police agencies
around the world.
How does the KGB compare to the Israeli Assad or Britain's?
What is it?
M-M-I-6? I always want to say M-16, but it? M-I-6?
I was gonna say M-16, but it's M-I-6.
There's such a vast topic with a KGB,
filled with traders, national heroes,
secret military actions, perhaps the most
amped up, fear-based propaganda and history.
And at the end of next week's episode,
I hope that we can all get a better understanding
of just how far collectivism and ideology can go.
When neighbors, police neighbors,
in the name of the common good,
it seems at least in this case
that nothing good comes from it.
All right, let's now mosey on over
into the not secret at all world of time-s sucker updates. Got a few of you with my dog lies in the moon landing episode.
Time sucker Dylan Melvano is one of you
who got pretty sad for those dogs for a bit.
Dylan wrote, God dammit, you got me.
After 135 podcasts, you got me.
One dog in space.
Yeah, I knew that.
Four dogs?
Sure, why not?
But 26 fucking Chihuahua's and I didn't even think
for a second that you might be foolish yet.
I'm sitting here thinking about how they could even survive the force of the launch.
Not even thinking about why they would cram so many damn Chihuahua's into one shuttle.
Damn you damn comets.
Sorry, not sorry Dylan. I love that you were left wondering why in God's name is NASA cramped why 26?
Why couldn't they just put like one or two big dogs?
Like what does that even prove?
Next update is to let you Des Moines area suckers know
some good is being done in your neighborhood
just over a week.
Chris Tamarez wrote in saying,
hello, I'm a loyal listener of TimeSuck
and a newly born space lizard.
My wife Elizabeth and I just saw your show in Des Moines.
My wife is 29 and has psorias psoriatic.
I didn't prepare for this word.
Psoriatic, I believe.
Arthritis, which acts a lot like rheumatoid arthritis.
She was diagnosed five years ago.
When getting a standard checkup after she hit her knee
on something and the swelling didn't go down for two weeks.
We've done this walk two years in a row
and this will be our third year.
Last year I held raised money by setting the goal
of $500 and then I would cut my hair.
At the time I had been growing my hair out for four years.
I had a pretty big throw, but it was for a good cause.
When we saw you last year,
I just cut my hair into a double mohawk.
This year we're trying to raise $700 for her team,
the flare bears.
It would mean a lot to me if you could mention this
on an upcoming podcast.
I copied the link here, Justin Case.
Thank you for everything you guys do with this podcast.
I remember to keep on sucking loyal spaceless or Chris, uh, tomorrow is well, Chris.
Uh, yeah.
Thank you for sending that info in and I'm adding that link to today's episode description.
Thanks for that Des Moines show.
There's so much fun, by the way.
Uh, good on you for getting out there and doing some good in the world.
Hell, Nimrod.
Hope some Des Moines area suckers show up with that walk.
Cause we saw quite a few that night.
A lot of, a lot of suckers in Des Moines.
Uh, interesting moon landing Nazi update now coming in from time,
sucker Adam, uh, Jorunstad, uh, who writes, dear suck master's supreme.
I'm currently listening to episode 136 moon landing conspiracy.
I had to stop to send you a correction.
When you mentioned the conspiracy that there are Nazis on the moon, you said it's not logical because they couldn't build an atomic bomb to win World War Two, but could build a spaceship.
First, I agree with your logic and understand what you were trying to say, but as a World War Two history nut, I have to inform you on the nuclear capabilities of the Nazis.
You are corrected that they never made a nuclear bomb. However, that is not because they
couldn't or didn't try to. The Nazis occupied heavy water or
deterium oxide plants in Norway during World War II or maybe it's
deterium. The Nazis were reportedly close to creating nuclear weapons using
the heavy water, but in 1943 operation Gunner side, led by Norwegian
commandos, was successful in destroying the heavy water, but in 1943 operation Gunnar side led by Norwegian commandos was successful
in destroying the heavy water production facility.
Ah, good for you Norwegians.
You did a very good job.
You very healed for 40 world.
We're thinking you there.
Very much.
Hopefully somebody that will get old to me.
This was followed by Ally bombing.
The Nazis tried to bring the remaining heavy water back to Germany, but the Norwegian
resistance sabotaged
the ferry boat in Lake Tin.
Yo-Chim Roenberg is the man who led those resistance fighters
and is also a suck topic.
I added him to the voting a while back,
so everyone should vote it up.
There's also a great movie called The Heavy Water War
that was on Netflix about this topic.
Sorry for being long-winded with this correction,
but I love teaching people about World War II
and I love my Norwegian heritage.
Thank you for everything you do here at Time Suck.
My wife and I had a blast in Cleveland for the live suck
and your standup.
My wife was the one who got up on stage
and wore Lindsay's crown.
You guys couldn't have made her happier.
Your loyal spaces are Adam.
I was saying Jordan's it's a Jordan stead.
Thanks for putting that in pronunciation there.
Man, I said the bottom.
So I said it's wrong so many times.
Yeah, thanks for that information.
That's very cool.
I didn't know about the Norwegians involvement
in that way in the war.
Yeah, Jordan stead, but it's double A.
Love you, love you, scared of Navy and your crazy words.
Another lie update coming in from Ryan Laseo.
Ryan writes, you assholes.
Fucking hoverboard lies.
First one to get me.
It's all caps.
Took 130 odds, Sucks B.
Finally got me good.
Well played, sir.
You're getting good, Dr. Genius.
And not sure if you said it or not,
but WD-40 was discovered because of the space race.
I don't think I did say that one.
Sorry, Ryan. But I have kind of good news. Now, actually, another sucker, Thomas Fogg, pointed out that a
hoverboard does exist. It just exists in a not very usable but technically real form. Thomas
wrote, exciting news, suck masters to frame. Believe it or not, real and legitimate hoverboards
exist today for real. Check out the Lexus hoverboard.
It's powered by liquid nitrogen cooling the strong magnets inside,
causing an effect called quantum locking.
There are some easy to view and understand YouTube videos out there
explaining the effect and showing it in practice.
You can only use these in special skating parks that have metallic bases,
but they work and they're really cool.
You also don't lose momentum the same way you do with friction from wheels, Thomas Fog.
I did watch some video
Thomas and it is pretty cool. I
Didn't know my lie was kind of true. I mean, it's pretty cool, but it's still not what I want
It's still not Marty McFly back to the future cool, right? It's sweet, but it's not hanging on behind a car suite
So hopefully soon
Another moon landing update from time sucker Marshall. I won't give his last name because Marshall not happy, not happy with the episode. Marshall wrote, dude, the moon landing episode was especially acidic and
mean-hearted, disappointing and hard to listen to. Usually enjoy your respectful and well-researched
take on history and conspiracies, but this was not your best effort. Take care. All right, all right,
Marshall. I hear you.
But you know what, some weeks I just can't respect aggressive ignorance.
And to me, that's what the moon landing conspiracy represents.
I'm pretty happy with that suck.
No, I'm very happy with that suck.
To me, the moon landing conspiracy, you know, when you just,
when you actually look into it, is not any more credible than the flatter theory.
And frankly, it's just as disrespectful to the world's scientific community.
When you say you don't believe it happened, you're not just saying, I respectfully disagree.
You have your opinions, and I have mine, and we should both respect each other, because
your opinion is not respectful, if you believe that.
You know, because you're essentially saying that everyone who works for NASA, everyone's
been working for NASA, everyone who died in the NASA, you know, like space program disasters
is a dirty fucking liar.
And a thief, and a dirty thief for taking money for shit that doesn't even happen,
for a bunch of being a bunch of bulls***, that to me, that belief system is inherently disrespectful.
I do believe Marshall that tolerance can be taken too far and I am proudly extremely intolerant
towards aggressive ignorance.
Uh, an emotional reaction to last week's update center from Spacers or James Pitt, who
wrote, I felt that in the moon landing updates today, dude, a total chain reaction from thousands
of spaces are getting choked up at the same time.
Last month and a half has been crazy at work and every time I got a thought, I was sending
it your way because this show has helped me get through some dark as fuck nights at work and every time I got a thought, I was sending it your way because this show has helped me get through some darkest fuck nights at work.
Then I hear you're reading that email and I realize
I'm doing just fine and a temporary bad time
doesn't compare to what other people deal with 24 fuck and seven.
Thanks to you and your crew for creating the best community
ever, my heart goes out to all of you spacers.
Man, that is so sweet, James, man.
Thank you so much, man.
So are you having some rough times and glad it in a way,
you know, that that message could help.
More appreciation for the time set community coming in
from time sucker Paul Wurder who writes,
I think I'm sending this to where I'm supposed to,
but I'm not sure, so sorry in advance of I'm not,
LOL.
Well, you know what, no LOL needed because you fucking nailed it.
Hashtag nailed it.
I've been wanting to write in for a while,
and by the way, you send these things
into Bojangles at timesluckpodcast.com. because you fucking nailed it. Hashtag nailed it. I've been wanting to write in for a while, and by the way, you send these things
into Bojangles at Timeswackpodcast.com.
If you don't wanna use the message feature on the app
or website, that's the email address,
where we get all these.
I've been wanting to write in for a while,
and after listening to your moon landing suck,
and the Timeswacker update of the week,
I figured I should finally do it.
If I remember correctly, I found your podcast
after you were guest on someone else's podcast
and followed over to yours, and all realness, I was not all that into your comedy.
I like it.
I like it.
I like the realness.
However, I definitely see why others are.
That I love the way you phrase it.
And if we all like the same things, the world would be a boring place.
That said, I'm definitely starting to find myself laughing more often than not.
I kept listening initially because I was fasting about the topics and the information you
covered and enjoyed the formatting of your podcast.
As time goes on, I find myself more and more getting into the podcast because of the community
you've built as a result of it. Many entertainers and content creators can make a difference by
providing entertainment or knowledge, but unlike others, you're doing so much more. You and your
community are genuinely changing people's lives and bringing people of all walks of life together.
You may not necessarily believe in God,
but you're definitely doing God's work.
The end of your podcast are always filled with stories
of the good that comes from what you created,
and there's countless more lives you've touched
that you don't even know about yet.
You're a beautiful soul and generally positive influence
on the world and it's a better place because of you.
The earth may be filled with an incredible diversity
of people, but we all look up at the same moon, exactly.
Or in this case, listen to the same podcast.
So, for the long message, you got me in the fields.
Thanks for all you've done, and for doing what you do
in Praise, Bojangles, Paul.
Well, thank you.
That was very, very, very kind, Paul.
I appreciate it.
I hope I'm doing God's work.
I don't know who God is.
I'm not religious in that sense.
But I do most days believe in God.
I believe in an undefined, unknowable God,
but a God the same, you know?
When I hail Nimrod, I feel like I am hailing
some creative, mysterious force
that I don't even need to fully understand.
That's why I have, I'm armed, embrace the darkness.
That's how important that concept is to me.
Just embrace the unknown.
Don't worry about it.
You don't have to figure it out.
Thank you.
One final message of well wishes to go out on. This comes from Texas Sucker, Kagan Mercer, who writes,
Hey, master sucker, my name is Kagan, coming to you from central Texas. And I didn't know where else to do this.
So I'm going to ask a favor of you. Pass this message to Adam and Jake from the time Sucker updates
the little warrior fighting cancer, doing that right now.
I'm sure you have said before, which, where to type,
I just don't remember, but I pride myself
on my ability to control my emotions,
especially since I'm a firefighter EMT,
and I have to deal with emotional situations every shift,
but dammit, Adam got me.
Coming back from my paramedic class,
I had tears coming out of my eyes.
I'm a pediatric cancer survivor myself from 1996, 1998. I had leukemia and even
one as far as getting to make a wish foundation trip, which as I'm sure you know is for kids
who are supposed to die. But thanks to my incredible doctors in hospital and for me, thanks to the
help of God, I'm here today and I just want to pass along to Adam and Jake that hang in there,
trust your doctors, trust your religion if you have any. He has an army behind him and we are all
pulling for him.
I just wanted to reach out and tell him that it's possible to beat cancer to young age.
I'm living proof.
I'm 25, have been a remission for coming up on 21 years.
Just keep fighting. Don't let it get him or you down.
Keep pushing forward. Don't give up and live little man.
Live a hell of a life and fuck cancer.
Anyways, that's all I wanted to say.
Sorry if there are any typos in this.
I'm typing in a hurry, but thanks for all you do, master sucker.
And also a few episodes back.
You donated to the Firefighters Foundation, and man that is a badass, thank you.
A man that is badass.
Thank you for that.
I love hearing that.
I love hearing the sucks.
Keep it coming.
Keep on sucking.
And hail.
Nimrod.
Hail Nimrod to you, Kagan. And hailymna to all you good doers out there.
All you who root for people to get better, all you who can set aside different political
and religious ideologies and love each other just the same.
Yeah, I think we do have a pretty good thing here at Time Suck where I try to limit my
anger and hatefulness
to people who are trying to just fucking ruin good shit in the world, you know, to those
staunchly opposed to science, to desputs and just murderers and terrible people and pedophiles
who act on their pedophilic urges and, you know, all that kind of stuff.
But if they're everybody else, I like how we're bonding together and trying to help each
other out here.
I appreciate you sending that message to,
yeah man, to Adam and Jake,
it's a very, very kind of you.
And that's all for today's Time Sucker Updates.
You guys the fucking best.
I need a net.
Thanks, Time Suckers.
I need a net.
We all did.
Have a great week, Suckers.
I'll be speaking with some of you spacers
on Thursday between now and then.
And really kind of always, don't chase kids with whips.
Don't adopt double babies.
And you know, don't turn people into crap people.
Focus instead on just continuing to do your best to keep on sucking.
Oh, my priest and I like to read it together at night!