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In The Debtors’ Cell

October 9, 2021
by the gentle author

Walking into a cell from an eighteenth century prison in Wellclose Sq was an especially vivid experience for me because – if I had lived then – I and almost everyone I know would have invariably ended up in here at some point. Although almost nothing is known of the occupants of this cell, they created their own remembrance through the graffiti they left upon the walls during the few years it was in use, between 1740-1760, and these humble inscriptions still recall their human presence after all this time.

No one could fail to be touched by the emotional storm of marks across the walls. There are explicit names and dates carved with dignity and proportion, and there are dozens of crude yet affectionate images, presumably carved by those who could not write. There are also a few texts, which are heartbreaking in their bare language and plain sentiment, such as “Pray Remember the Poor Deptors.” The spelling of “deptors” after the model of “Deptford” is a particularly plangent detail.

About six feet wide and ten feet long, with a narrow door in one corner, and lined with vertical oak planks, this is one of several cells that once existed beneath the Neptune public house. There is a small window with wide bars, high upon the end wall, corresponding with street level – not enough to offer a view, but just sufficient to indicate if it was daylight. There would have been straw on the floor and some rough furniture, maybe a table and chairs, where the inmates might eat whatever food they could afford to buy from the publican, because this was a privately-managed prison run for profit.

Wellclose Sq was once a fine square between Cable St and the Highway, which barely exists any more. St Peter’s School, with its gleaming golden ship as a weathervane, is the only building of note today, though early photographs reveal that many distinguished buildings once lined Wellclose Sq, including the Danish Embassy, conveniently situated for the docks. When the Neptune was demolished in 1912, two of the cells were acquired by the Museum of London, where  I was able to walk into one to meet Alex Werner the curator responsible for putting it on display. “We’re never going to know who they are!” he said with a cool grin, extending his arms to indicate all the names and pictures that people once carved with so much expense of effort, under such grim conditions, to console themselves by making their mark.

It is a room full of sadness, and even as I was taking my photographs, visitors to the museum came and went but did not linger. In spite of their exclamations of wonder at the general effect of all the graffiti, people did not wish to examine the details too closely. The lighting in the museum approximates to candlelight, highlighted some areas and leaving others in gloom, so I took along a flashlight to examine every detail and pay due reverence to the souls who whiled away long nights and days upon these inscriptions.

In a dark corner near the floor, I found this, painstaking lettered in well-formed capitals, which I copied into my notebook, “All You That on This Cast an Eye, Behold in Prison Here Lie, Bestow You in Charety.” The final phrase struck a chord with me, because I think he refers to moral charity or compassion. Even today, we equate debt with profligacy and fecklessness, yet my experience is that people commonly borrow money to make up the shortfall for necessary expenses when there is no alternative. I was brought up to avoid debt, but I had no choice when I was nursing my mother through her terminal illness at home. I borrowed because I could not earn money to cover household expenses when she lived a year longer than the doctors predicted, and then I borrowed more when I could not make the repayments. It was a hollow lonely feeling to fill in the lies upon the second online loan application, just to ensure enough money to last out until she died, when I was able to sell our house and pay it off.

So you will understand why I feel personal sympathy with the debtors who inhabited this cell. Every one will have had a reason and story. I wish I could speak with Edward Burk, Iohn Knolle, William Thomas, Edward Murphy, Thomas Lynch, Richard Phelps, James Parkinson, Edward Stockley and the unnamed others to discover how they got here. In spite of the melancholy atmosphere, it gave me great pleasure to examine their drawings incised upon the walls. Here in this dark smelly cell, the prisoners created totems, both to represent their own identities and to recall the commonplace sights of the exterior world. There are tall ships with all the rigging accurately observed, doves, trees, a Scots thistle, a gun, anchors and all manner of brick buildings. I could distinguish a church with a steeple, several taverns with suspended signs, and terraces stretching along the whole wall, not unlike the old houses in Spitalfields.

I shall carry in my mind these modest images upon the walls of the cell from Wellclose Sq for a long time, created by those denied the familiar wonders that fill our days. Shut away from life in an underground cell, they carved these intense bare images to evoke the whole world. Now they have gone and everyone they loved has gone, and their entire world has gone generations ago, and we shall never know who they were, yet because of their graffiti we know that they were human and they lived.

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10 Responses leave one →
  1. October 9, 2021

    A poignant piece GA. They all existed once as we do now. But our footprint is less permanent. Who will remember our marks as they evaporate in our internet world? I had no idea they had such private prisons in days gone by. Thank you.

  2. Rob Cassels permalink
    October 9, 2021

    Yet another amazing blog: thank you!

  3. Richard Smith permalink
    October 9, 2021

    Fascinating. Truly we all have our own story to tell. I think I may have ended inside carving my thoughts in the wood too.

  4. C Scofield permalink
    October 9, 2021

    Within a few paragraphs, you set a mood, paid deference and brought us to another time – not altogether dissimilar from our own

  5. October 9, 2021

    A very humbling experience. I felt the same thing going in a workhouse.
    Andy

  6. October 9, 2021

    What an amazing (and touching) piece of social history. Thanks GA, especially for the photos, which cannot have been easy to take

  7. Robin permalink
    October 9, 2021

    Dear GA, thank you for being willing to share the distressing details of your own brush with poverty, to make us stop and think more carefully about the people who made these graffiti. You present a humbling lesson to us all about the obligation to recognize our interdependence, our common humanity, and to help each other in times of need.

  8. Kelly Holman permalink
    October 10, 2021

    Difficult to put it better than Robin but thank you for this reminder that compassion is as important now as it ever has been. Such a powerful piece.

  9. October 11, 2021

    A very moving and poignant write up, although I’d never before made the connection between the spelling of “deptors” to that of “Deptford”. As you say, a particularly plangent detail.
    I’d always thought of graffiti as ‘vandalism’ – until that is I was invited to attend a conference at Winchester University 3 yrs ago, of which it’s sole purpose was ‘Graffiti’. As a research volunteer with English Heritage, I’d been working on a graffiti project at Richmond Castle in North Yorkshire, marking the centenary of WWI where the cell block walls at the Castle are covered in graffiti written by Conscientious Objectors during WWI and beyond. A fascinating project!

  10. Severine permalink
    October 11, 2021

    Thank you for this very evocative post. I love finding out more about Wellclose Square, especially as I know live close by.
    St Peter’s school is actually called St Paul’s Primary with the golden ship as its logo.

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