historiettes; Mme Delphine LaLaurie

Curtain up! I beg silence from the circle, and hearts of Herculean hale; couch-cowerers, duvet-divers and nursers of nausea – you have had fair warning!

Tonight, oh tonight, the most grisly of girls will be laid clinical before your ogling optics – the most repulsive of Rapunzels, beastly Belle before your perverse peepers. I give to you… Madame Delphine LaLaurie, Grande Dame Guignol, American socialite and veritable godmother of gore.


(editorial aside: this painting is haunted. don’t be surprised to wake up in cold sweats.)

So what did this Cher Belle Gordon Lewis do to resign herself to the unsavoury annals of American history? She was, oh spritely reader, one of New Orleans’ most legendary legendary serial killers. Killer.

Due emphasis, as I am sure I can convince you, on her truly legendary status.

There is little background information on the fair lady that Wikipedia cannot also provide. But for the sake of loading a new tab, and my losing an audience, I can reveal that: she was born Marie Delphine MacCarty, allegedly circa 1775, into a wealthy New Orleans family. There are rumours that her mother was killed by a slave, and a series of marriages cut unfortunately short, as she was twice widowed – though married a third, Dr. Louis LaLaurie in June 1825. The persistent paragraphic punctuations of ‘allegedly’ and ‘rumour’ are, I’m afraid, going to be quite a feature of this bileography.

It is my suspicions, Watson, that much of the details of her youth came into being only post-Tempo di Massacro fame; an attempt, a justification of sorts, to account for her antisocial tendency to wine, dine and dismember.

It was with Louis that Mme Delphine bought a mansion on Royal Street in New Orleans in 1831. And it is inside this house, to make Amityville blush, that I shall now lead you.

An article in the New Orleans Bee, dated 11th April 1834, informs its readers of a fire which had broken out at the LaLaurie’s the day before (10th April, for the mathematically challenged), specifically in the kitchen –  a building separate from the mansion itself. In spectacular tabloidisms, it describes how the public entertained ‘the horrible suspicion … that some of the inmates of the premise … were incarcerated therein’. However, after having demanded the keys, for the doors were locked, the public were refused them by the charmless lady and her husband, in – and this is a particularly brilliant sentence – ‘a gross and insulting manner’. After somehow breaking in (we are not enlightened as of their means of breaking & entering…) the heroic public were apparently met with a hideous sight, a sight the Bee claims that ‘language is powerless and inadequate’ to describe… but dammit, they give it a bloody good go: ‘seven slaves more or less horribly mutilated were seen suspended by the neck, with their limbs apparently stretched and torn from one extremity to the other’.

In summary, the article, calm and considered, hopes for ‘vengeance [to] fall heavily upon the culprit’. A lengthy appendage to the article describes how that heroic public went about destroying all the furniture in that property. For, you know, justice and the like. And what of that unlucky seven, those stretched armstrongs? Well, we hear no more…

Until! The next day.

12th April 1834, the Bee runs another article on the LaLaurie’s, those glory-guzzlers. This time, however, and this is where we start to smell the presence of some urban little rodents, the level of horror is remarkably toned down. Atop yesterday’s raging plate of indignation, the Bee has served us a great slice of humble pie. The primary concern of the article are the costs of damages to the property ($40,000, allegedly), although the newspaper suggests this may be somewhat ‘exaggerated’. A bold claim, in light of their own truth-bendings the day prior.

Another appendage records the testimony of a number of visitors to the LaLaurie property, the citizens Montreuil and Fernandez. They conduct a search and to their sheer unholy horror they find… nothing. Upon the suggestion of a third man, Felix Lefebure, they do eventually discover two slaves chained up behind a locked door, who have difficulty in walking, and a third with ‘a deep wound on the head’. No one dead, however. No gore. No guts. No fun.

Interestingly, it is Dr. LaLaurie who takes the starring role in this second article, and to whom is given the rather hilariously rehearsed final words. When asked if he had any more slaves locked up, he replied ‘”that there were persons who would do much better by remaining at home than visiting others to dictate to them laws in the quality of officious friends“‘. Boo yah. What a joker.

So why the enduring history of Delphine LaLaurie as New Orleans most notorious no-goodnick? It’s a puzzler. Evidently, the LaLauries kept slaves, and it is unlikely they were treated in the most humane manner possible. There is perhaps more truth in a story that recounts an incident in 1833, where the couple were taken to court after a little slave girl fell to her death from one of the house’s balconies. But I am inclined to take that as mere bad luck, at most severe negligence, than as a malacious act. The public, however, seem to have been incensed with LaLaurie, and were determined to show her as the cruella she, allegedly, was. Alas, it was not to be. At least, not anymore, now that I have convincingly proven her quasi-innocence. It was just an eager tabloid, and equally eager mob-mentalities.

Of course, the LaLaurie’s subsequent acts don’t suggest an Ariel-white conscience; they supposedly fled to France, and it is historically accurate to state that Delphine died in Paris – her gravestone has been identified, and it rather boringly reads simply ‘”Madame LaLaurie, née Marie Delphine Macarty, décédée à Paris, le 7 Décembre, 1842, à l’âge de 68 ans.”‘

That isn’t to say there aren’t those still promoting the Bathorial memory of LaLaurie. A book, a book I own, and have unfortunately had the misfortune to read, a book called Journey Into Darkness: Ghosts and Vampires of New Orleans, available from all good freak-shows, mystics and frauds, appears to be the earliest source of some of these outrageous claims against LaLaurie. Published in 1998, it is unlikely to convince the historian of its accuracy, especially as its few footnotes are plain wrong: details it claims to take from the Bee, just don’t exist in the published articles.

It is almost painfully safe to say that this book just makes it up. Its author? A lady with a vested interest in all things macabre in The Big Easy – she runs ghost tours of the city. And is she qualified to do such dangerous things? Oh boy, is she ever. She is both an authority on eclectic magic and holds a degree/award/farce in Oriental Natural Healing and Integrated Body Mind Therapy. Oh, also, she believes in vampires.

I think I would enjoy eclectic magic. Most magic is just too… mainstream.

Clinging vehemently to its claims, it produces one of the greatest descriptions of LaLaurie’s Frankensteinian frivolities. A quote, I believe, it is worth closing with. So, I am sorry for basically pretending to write a blog on a fascinating serial-killing bimbo, only to claim that actually she was just a boring normal citizen, like you and me. Boring boring boring. But this quote will totally make you forgive me for wasting your time. So, au revoir Simone, here is your payoff:

‘One man looked as if he had been the victim of some crude sex change operation … Another victim obviously had her arms amputated and her skin peeled off in a circular pattern, making her look like a human caterpillar. Yet another had been locked in a cage that the newspaper described as barely large enough to accommodate a medium-sized dog. Breaking the cage open, the rescuers found that the LaLaurie’s had broken all of her joints, resetting them at odd angles so she resembled a human crab.’

So, slaves, lies and masking-tape, and the genesis of an exceptional horror film.


post-script; that painting isn’t really haunted. Sorry to scare you by saying that it was. Oh, and if you ever find yourself worrying that something really is haunted, just remember… it isn’t. It isn’t possible.

You Wanna Bibliography? Of Course You Do:

Journey Into Darkness: Ghosts and Vampires of New Orleans – Katherina Smith
The New Orleans Bee, 11th April 1834: http://nobee.jefferson.lib.la.us/Vol-009/04_1834/1834_04_0034.pdf
The New Orleans Bee, 12th April 1834: http://nobee.jefferson.lib.la.us/Vol-009/04_1834/1834_04_0038.pdf


4 Responses to “historiettes; Mme Delphine LaLaurie”

  1. Yosel Says:

    This is fun.
    I enjoyed it very much. Look forward to more!

  2. erzulieredeyes Says:

    Great article, I love reading about New Orleans and my family and I just went to Mardi Gras this year.
    I stopped by Marie Laveau’s tomb and said hello, lol.

    My husband and i went on the “Haunted New Orleans” tour where they walk you through New Orleans and show you scary places.

    We stood outside of Madame Lalaurie’s house and I was scared cold standing outside just looking at it.

    I took a pic and I DID catch someone on camera.
    In the upper right window on the top floor of the house, it is subtle, but you CAN see a figure of a short person standing in the window.

    I do think its one of the spirits that still stay in the house and may they find some kind of peace. I feel bad for the people that were killed in there and can’t imagine how much they must suffer.

    I don’t know how Nicholas Cage got the guts to live in that place.

    No matter how “modern” or “attractive” the realtors try to make the house look, I would NEVER step foot in there! LOL!

    I had a hard enough time standing outside in front of the place! LOL

    The fancy looks and pricey furniture can never erase the murders and the evil things done in that house.

    Would you buy and sleep on a blood-stained mattress? I think not.

  3. Vicki Maddox Says:

    I wish they would open the Laulaurie house up and give tours.

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