ap english 4 monologue
TRANSCRIPT
Rohin Galhotra
Ms. Debbie Kauffman
AP English 4, Period 3
10 April 2014
Notes from a Psychopath
Introduction
The following account is that of Hugh Creighton. At the age of seven, his abusive father
killed his mother in a drunken rage, making him an orphan. Sent to a workhouse, he was caught
at torturing birds and other small animals. After driving a pike through another orphan’s eye, he
was sent to Bedlam Asylum in London. Since escaping that asylum several years ago he has
lived and worked on the docks in Bristol.
I
What kind of woman are you? You carry around that Negro of yours asking away for
passage to Africa. Some rich man’s servant you claim to be, but what servant dresses as
shabbily? Is as desperate? For that matter, you don’t even have the money to pay for a voyage.
Surely your master would have given you money, this Cruso you speak of. I heard you talking to
Cap’n Morrison, listening to his lies of how his ship was to sail to the Far East for a cargo of
spices from the East Indies. You almost believed him before the good Wharfmaster intervened.
What interests me, though, is that dark follower of yours. He’s mute, and it seems he’s a bit daft
as well. He would fit well in Bedlam, he deserves it more than I did. I’ll enjoy cutting into him.
I’ve done many women before, but never black flesh.
II
I am obsessed by your manservant. I have followed you away from Bristol. I will catch
you on the road, I tell myself. Yes, that’ll be the best, I’ll wait until you sleep and then I will get
you and your so-called freedman. I’ll give him the ultimate freedom, the freedom from the prison
we call life. And by divine providence I will be fulfilled.
III
It is about to happen. You and your slave were sleeping on the road. I had the knife in my
hand, it would be my moment. I could do the crime and nobody would know, nobody to shut me
in a dark room and act like something is wrong with me, nobody to poke and prod at me. It
would be my ultimate achievement. I’ve done it more than a few times but I know none would
give me the pleasure I would get from this time. And then everybody would know if a negro is
the same as a white man on the inside or not.
IV
Damn you and damn that farmer. I was there. In the bush. One strike and I would have
you and your negro. But that damned farmer showed up with his horse, and you awoke. By then
it was too late, I had spent too much time waiting for the right moment that by the time it came it
was ruined. I may not have gotten you, but I had to sate my taste with someone. A lone farmer is
easier to take than a woman and a grown negro man. But after this is done maybe I’ll return to
the city. Pay that man you claim to work for a visit. One Foe, at least that’s what you said to that
farmer. Even if he is not real, you said his name so readily, so unprepared, that he is a real
person. And if he is real he can be found. And if he can be found I can use him to find you, Ms.
Barton, and your Negro.