Is anyone coming? Do you see anyone? It seems like I've been in here for at least a week. These CRAZY people won't tell me the time. What time is it? What day is it? I'm not really insane. This is all an act. I'm going to uncover the truth. By the way you can call me Nellie. I was born with the name Elizabeth Jane Cochran.The person in my family who I was closest to is my father Michael Cochran. When I was six year old I suffered a great lost when my father died suddenly. He left no will and no legal claim to his property. My widowed mother Mary Jane was left alone to take care of all fifteen of us children. I helped out the most I could. I had to get a job. My journalism career started the moment I enrolled in the college called The Indiana
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In 1880 the event that formed my future the most was when I submitted a fiery letter to the newspaper company "The Pittsburg Dispatch" about how the article Erasmus Wilson (aka "The Quiet Observer") wrote. That offensive article made me so irritated. "The Quiet Observer" stated that women were meant to be in the kitchen cooking and cleaning around the house. It also said that women would never be equal to men and that really made me angry. From that point on my career set off and the same company I bashed offered me a position. Throughout the years I generally wrote about women rights and equality. I often posed as women getting treated poorly to get proof for a report. I soon left Pennsylvania and moved to New York where I worked for a newspaper company called the “New York World”. The undercover work I am best known for is when I went to a madhouse for ten days. I acted like I was one of the mental patients of the Women's Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell’s Island. That was just the beginning of my master plan. It was the year of 1887 that I entered the madhouse to get the honest …show more content…
This all started back in Joseph Pulitzer's office. I had to talk my way in after being broke the last four months. Joseph Pulitzer is my boss, he is the one who assigned me to this undercover job. The task that I must complete is to not only figure out how the patients are treated I need to experience it myself. So, I made the decision I was going into the "Women's Lunatic Asylum". I knew I couldn't have any fear. I knew I was ready, this moment was what I've been waiting for my whole life. After a night of practicing deranged faces in the mirror, I felt ready. That night I checked into a boarding house and begun my act. I refused to go to bed and told the borders that they looked "crazy" and that I was afraid of them. The next morning they called the police and I went to court. I posed like I had amnesia. The judge concluded that I'd been drugged. Several doctors examined me and all came up with the results of my insanity. I was so relieved. Some even said I was a hopeless case. From that point on I didn’t trust doctors as much as I used to. I was then committed to the asylum. This event began to attract the media. I was known as the crazy pretty girl. Which was okay with
In 1880 the event that formed my future the most was when I submitted a fiery letter to the newspaper company "The Pittsburg Dispatch" about how the article Erasmus Wilson (aka "The Quiet Observer") wrote. That offensive article made me so irritated. "The Quiet Observer" stated that women were meant to be in the kitchen cooking and cleaning around the house. It also said that women would never be equal to men and that really made me angry. From that point on my career set off and the same company I bashed offered me a position. Throughout the years I generally wrote about women rights and equality. I often posed as women getting treated poorly to get proof for a report. I soon left Pennsylvania and moved to New York where I worked for a newspaper company called the “New York World”. The undercover work I am best known for is when I went to a madhouse for ten days. I acted like I was one of the mental patients of the Women's Lunatic Asylum on Blackwell’s Island. That was just the beginning of my master plan. It was the year of 1887 that I entered the madhouse to get the honest …show more content…
This all started back in Joseph Pulitzer's office. I had to talk my way in after being broke the last four months. Joseph Pulitzer is my boss, he is the one who assigned me to this undercover job. The task that I must complete is to not only figure out how the patients are treated I need to experience it myself. So, I made the decision I was going into the "Women's Lunatic Asylum". I knew I couldn't have any fear. I knew I was ready, this moment was what I've been waiting for my whole life. After a night of practicing deranged faces in the mirror, I felt ready. That night I checked into a boarding house and begun my act. I refused to go to bed and told the borders that they looked "crazy" and that I was afraid of them. The next morning they called the police and I went to court. I posed like I had amnesia. The judge concluded that I'd been drugged. Several doctors examined me and all came up with the results of my insanity. I was so relieved. Some even said I was a hopeless case. From that point on I didn’t trust doctors as much as I used to. I was then committed to the asylum. This event began to attract the media. I was known as the crazy pretty girl. Which was okay with