It’s probably pretty naive of me, not realizing that I would go to Salem, Massachusetts and end up feeling really unsettled. It definitely wasn’t the most magical place I’ve ever been (New Orleans, here’s lookin’ at you kid) but it was definitely spooky in the amount of cognitive dissonance it caused. Shopping for witch kitsch being sold to commemorate the hysteria-fueled murders of innocent, vulnerable folks was…weird. It was bizarre to support the tourist economy of the “Witch City” as an actual witch. It was sobering to visit Proctor’s Ledge and see the names of those that were murdered. Still not sure exactly what I think about the whole experience. It was interesting, and capitalistic, and sad, and in that, totally American.
Executed:
Bridget Bishop
June 10, 1692
Elizabeth Howe
July 19, 1692
Susannah Martin
July 19, 1692
Sarah Good
July 19, 1692
Rebecca Nurse
July 19, 1692
Sarah Wildes
July 19, 1692
Rev. George Burroughs
August 19, 1692
Martha Carrier
August 19, 1692
John Willard
August 19, 1692
George Jacobs Sr.
August 19, 1692
John Proctor
August 19, 1692
Giles Corey
September 19, 1692
Martha Corey
September 22, 1692
Ann Pudeator
September 22, 1692
Alice Parker
September 22, 1692
Mary Parker
September 22, 1692
Mary Easty
September 22, 1692
Margaret Scott
September 22, 1692
Wilmot Redd
September 22, 1692
Samuel Wardwell
September 22, 1692
Died in prison:
Mercy Good, infant daughter of Sarah Good, born and died in prison
date of death unknown
Sarah Osborne
May 10, 1692
Roger Toothaker
June 16, 1692
Ann Foster
December 3, 1692
What is remembered, lives.
I’ve always been curious about this place. I’m sad to hear that it is so disturbing there. What is remembered lives.
It wasn’t so much outwardly disturbing. It was a feeling that grew over time, if that makes sense.