Wild people By S Rob
There have always been people who are different. People who are unafraid to do as they wish, to stand out. By wild people I mean those that act as others will not. This broad classification includes people who did as they wished even if it meant hanging. Also there are pioneers who paved the way for progress: because for every known successful pioneer there are many who are unknown, and maybe unsuccessful: but they continued on. That is what this book is about: the pioneer, do as you want spirit that still exists today and did so in abundance in the past. Not all of these people were good: many were just as much as a problem for society as they would be today: but they had a spirit that could be admired, and maybe is even easier to do today than then. Certainly some of them were seen as strange: probably most of them: but that wild spirit is part of what made and makes this country and Newcastle upon Tyne what it is. So next time there is a fight in the Big market, or anyone has a wildly strange idea, think of these people and remember they are part of a long proud lineage of wild people.
The man with many names
Names are quite a fundamental part of what it means to be human. They help identify us they are part of us, who we are. They shape how people see us. It is usually the one piece of information that is shared first, and the one many of us easily forget about others. But what would you think about a man with many names? Not ones after the other, not middle names but a man with many aliases? Actors and performers do use different names, but most people do not. This next wild person was a man with many names.
Was this wild person William Alexander, or was it George Ross, or perhaps George Christie: as he used all those names. A stated in the, historical Account of Newcastle-upon-Tyne - Including the Borough of Gateshead 1783 – 1825, “This man came to Newcastle in the month of April preceding, under the name of George Ross, surgeon of his majesty's ship Resolution.” The fact being: that no one really knew who he was, or even if any of these were his real name. But into Newcastle he did. But our surgeon had a profitable side line, he was a forger. Being a forger may not seem that wild until but the world then: and partly now: was based upon pieces of paper. Our at least three named surgeon conman thought that forgery was an easy way to get rich. At first he used the forged bills at Tyne Bank; then he proceeded to Liverpool. As stated in the historical account of Newcastle Upon Tyne “After negotiating the forged bill at the Tyne Bank, he went to Liverpool, where he was apprehended, and sent down hither by a writ of Habeas Corpus. He was indicted by the names of William Alexander, alias George Ross, alias George Christie, which names he had assumed at different times. One of the jury who tried him not having been returned on the sheriff's panel, though summoned instead of his father in mistake, Alexander was respited till the 17th of November 1783 that the informality might be submitted to the consideration of the twelve judges. This young man was evidently a person of cultivated mind, and was supposed to belong to some respectable family in Scotland. From some expressions in his dying speech, he had been a votary of fashion and pleasure, until, his means being exhausted, he had adopted this illegal method to support his extravagance. He expressed his gratitude in strong terms for the kindness of the sheriff, jailor, the Rev. Mr. Brown, the ordinary of Newgate, and the Rev. Mr. Grant, a Presbyterian minister. He was buried in St. Andrew's church-yard. Mr. John Sykes, of Newcastle, has in MS. a poetical Soliloquy, with notes, on this execution, written by J. Davidson, of the High Bridge, who was clerk to Mr. Heron, solicitor.” But one important point that makes him a wild person is that he probably knew how serious offence this was, as there were many hangings at this time. As was stated, above people could see that he was intelligent. But he cared so little for the rules that he simply ignored them. He had a drive inside him to do as he wanted: who knows how many places he was successful in: the way he used three names strikes me as a career criminal: with the unsuccessful strategy of keep doing things until he got caught: which in his case was hanging. This is the way the executioner was again at work on the Town Moor.