Marie Delphine Macarty was born in 1780 in New Orleans when it was still part of the Spanish Louisiana Territory to a prominent family. She grew up rich and lived the affluent lifestyle one might expect from an aristocratic society. Rich white people ruled the day and were assholes to anyone poorer or of a different colour skin. In 1800 Delphine married a high ranking Spanish Royal Officer named Ramón de Lopez y Angulo. He became the consul general for Spain in the territory of Orleans in 1804. That same year the couple travelled to Spain. It is disputed as to what exactly happened, some say they met with the queen, others that Don Ramon died en route in Havana. What is known for sure is that Delphine had her first child on the ship, a daughter, and they returned to New Orleans. Delphine would re-marry again, but in 1916 he died too. She married once more, this time in 1825, and with her new husband bought property at 1140 Royal Street in New Orleans. In 1832 she had a 3 story mansion built with attatched slave quarters. Here is where her story gets gruesome. On April 10th, 1834, a fire broke out in the kitchen and when the police and fire marshals got there they found a seventy year old woman chained to the stove. This was the world’s introduction to Lalauries horrific treatment of her slaves. Slavery in itself is deplorable, but this high standing member of the New Orleans actions were unbelievable. The old woman was her cook who started the fire in an attempt to kill herself to avoid punishment. As the fire marshal’s made sure there was no one else in the house, they came upon a locked door. They asked the Lalauries for the key however they refused, so the marshals had to break the door down. They found: “seven slaves, more or less horribly mutilated… suspended by the neck and with their limbs apparently stretched and torn from one extremity to another.” Some of the victims claimed to have been locked up like this for months. Once the house of horrors had been exposed the people of New Orleans justifiably lost their collective shit. They went after and destroyed the Lalaurie mansion, leaving only the walls standing. A few weeks after the discovery it was released that the authorities had found a few bodies buried in the yard, including that of a young girl who had fallen from the roof avoiding a whipping from Delphine Lalaurie. Unfortunately for justice, Delphine managed to escape to Paris. During the mobs demolition of her torture house she made it to a boat which took her to Paris where she died in obscurity. It is unknown how she met her end exactly, but in 1924 in St. Louis cemetery #1 an old, cracked, copper plate was found with the inscription “Madame Lalaurie, née Marie Delphine Maccarthy, died in Paris, 7 December 1842 at the age of 6…” but according to the French archives of Paris she died on December 7, 1849. The mansion still stands and is a tourist attraction in New Orleans. She has also been used as a voodoo witch and boogeywoman throughout the years in folklore, recently played by Kathy Bates in season 3 of American Horror Story, albeit a much more fictionalized and horrific version of the already pretty damn horrific sadist. Pictured above: a few shots of Madame Lalaurie herself, a newspaper depiction of the mansion during the mob’s outrage, an iron collar similar to the type she would use on her victims, the copper tombstone and lastly the Lalaurie mansion as it looks today.
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A Portrait of Cruelty: Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie
On April 10, 1834, so the story goes, a fire broke out in a mansion in the old French Quarter of New Orleans. According to one version of the tale, when the neighborhood poured out to rubberneck and offer help, they noticed something odd (by 19th century southern elite standards): the woman of the house was trying to save her jewels and furs without the aid of her slaves. When asked where her servants were, she told everyone to mind their own business. Some said this was mysterious enough. Others said they heard faint moans and screams from the attic. Either way, a small brigade took it upon itself to bust into the house and find the woman’s slaves. Yet when they opened the door to the attic they stopped dead in their tracks, some vomiting from the stench.