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Filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy filth listeners, Let's go over the news that's vaguely related to this episode.

This week, Robert Fuckhead Kennedy Junior and President dumb ass Trump those are their Christian names said that tyland All causes autism.

You know, if a pregnant woman takes it, then her bay bay will catch the what they call disease.

So if a pregnant woman has a fever, she should just tough it out, even though tyland All is mostly deemed a safe drug for pregnant people.

But never mind the facts.

Boo and the administration said that despite scientific studies not conclusively proving this at all, studies actually suggest it's more likely that a fever can cause issues for a fetus.

And you take dailanal to treat a fever.

Wow, and then well being haters to tailanol.

Trump and Kennedy suggested a medication to treat autism, which is for sure not proven to do anything at all.

But we're in a post truth world.

Facts irrelevant.

Punishing political enemies, yes, using the presidency to make money for yourself extremely good idea.

Anyway, Our supreme leaders live in an altered reality, support by their feelings, informed by sheer stupidity.

But hey, I don't have an opinion about it.

This is a bipartisan show.

We're all by sexual Yeah, if you're listening to this, you're bisexual.

I'm sorry.

Your mom probably took tailan al But this is in the first time that the people of the United States of America don't understand mental illness.

In fact, we never really have until recent years.

Having mental differences resulted in lots of bad stuff, like being institutionalized, getting a lobotomy more worse, and over the course of our history, a wide variety of behaviors and conditions have been deemed socially unacceptable.

Ergo they are mental illnesses.

One of my favorite mental illnesses from the past was called being a woman.

Being a woman, there's a lot of side effects shop in trip, in being on they periods.

But speaking of women, sometimes when women aren't shopping, tripping, or being on their periods, they are sometimes performing absolutely necessary journalism.

In eighteen eighty seven, a woman named Nellie Cochrane, who went by the pen named Nellie Bly, walked into the office of the New York World and asked for a job and the editor said, yes, the journalist in him saw the journalist in her.

He could just smell the integrity all over her, which, by the way, if you smell someone's integrity, that can be considered harassment, so don't sniff too hard.

So Nellie pitched him a story.

She was like, Hey, I want to do a story about immigration because all of these damned Europeans keep coming into our country.

She was like, let me go to Europe, assess the situation, get their stories, understand why they want to come here.

But the editor was like, Nah, that sounds too expensive.

Let's do something else.

Let's do something local.

How about you pretend you're insane and get yourself institutionalized at an insane asylum.

That shouldn't be too hard for you.

You're a woman, and women be tripping.

So that's what Nelly did, and during her days at the institution, at the asylum, she almost caught some mental illness herself.

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This is American Filth and I'm Gabby Watts.

Every week I tell you a filthy story from American history.

This week's episode, Nellie Blide goes undercover at the mad House.

Maybe you could already say we're at the mad house.

So you know what I'm saying, because the world's crazy right now.

What I'm saying Nellie Bly always wanted to be a writer.

She had a rich ass dad, but when he died when she was six, her mom raised her and her siblings on her own, basically in poverty.

Nellie helped her mother run the family boarding house in Pittsburgh.

Her first splash on the newspaper page came in eighteen eighty five.

A man wrote to the Pittsburgh Dispatch complaining about having five unmarried daughters Heaven forbid, and in response, a columnist named Erasmus Wilson wrote a scathing editorial about the role of women in society.

By scathing, I mean it's quite similar to what Maga people like Charlie Kirk's widow, Erica Kirk, are saying today that a woman's role is to marry and have babies.

And Erica, let me tell you, I'll stop working when you do, and when there are any jobs available that pay enough so that my boyfriend can support me, him and our copious babies.

Thank you.

But back in eighteen eighty five, Erasmus's article is called what Girls Are Good for In it, he called working women a monstrosity and even made this suggestion quote in China they kill girl babies.

Who knows, but that this country may have to resort to this sometimes.

Yeah, ladies, if you can't marry and pro create, you should be killed.

Nelly was about twenty years old at the time, saw this in the newspaper and was like, the fuck.

So she wrote a response to that column, sent it into the editor of the newspaper, and he was so impressed with her writing that he published what she wrote.

Her article is called the Girl Puzzle, and in it was like, you little bitch Erasmus, you say that women's only function in society is to breed and playhouse.

What about lower class women?

How are they supposed to survive?

They can't just sit around like dolls.

They need to work, you dumb elitist bitch.

She didn't say the elitist dumb She didn't say any bitch actually in the whole article, but you know, I feel like you could feel the bitch kind of in there.

Nelly was like, instead of telling women to be breeders and homemakers, what actually needs to happen is that we need more and better paying jobs to be available to women.

Women are just as capable as men and also learn faster.

It's unfair.

Young dudes get these entry level jobs where they don't know shit, but then they can work their way up the company's ranks.

Why can't women get those same jobs.

Because of that article, the editor at the Pittsburgh Dispatch gave Nelly a job, but she was mostly relegated to writing about the theater, the art, society, gardening, you know, stuff that women think about.

But no offense to theater and society and gardening.

But Nelly wanted to do journalism with a little bit more umph oomph m.

You know what I'm saying, umph emph you know, just a bit more pow pow p hw.

So she was like, Hey, Pittsburgh Dispatch, I'm gonna move to Mexico.

Yeah, I'm gonna go be a foreign correspondent to report on the dictatorship there.

So she lived there for six months until her exposes made her get some threats from the government, so she was like, okay, never mind, by so she's skidaddled back to the United States.

Nelly moved to New York City in eighteen eighty seven and that's when she landed that job with The New York World.

Now, if my editor was like, hey, pretend you're crazy and get sentenced to an asylum, I might take a beat reflect wonder if that was the best way to practice journalism.

But also, at the time, asylums were mysteries what was going on in there.

There didn't seem to be another way to get the inside scoop unless you're on the inside.

When she got this assignment, Nelly was a bit stressed.

She was like, I don't personally know any insane people, so will I really be able to convincingly play a crazy person.

To that, I say, Nelly, come hang out with me and my friends.

We got all the crazy you could need.

Also, her editor wasn't that helpful.

His only advice to Nelly was like, hey, Nelly, if you're gonna pretend to be crazy, you need to stop smiling so much.

Wow, that's the first time a man has ever told me woman to stop smiling.

But Nelly was determined, so she went method trying to embody the crazy women that she'd seen on the streets of New York City.

She disguised herself in some old clothes and headed to a boarding house for working women.

She was like, I will convince these strangers that I am crazy, and they will have no choice but to call the police, who will then take me to a judge who will then sentence me to the madhouse on Blackwell Island.

When she arrived at the boarding house, Nellie commenced her ruse.

She said that from the crazy people she'd observed on the streets, they had staring eyes, so she made sure her eyes looked as empty and dead as possible.

When the other women at the boarding house asked her where she was from, she pretended to be confused and was like, I can't find my luggage.

Do you have my luggage?

Where's my luggage?

Which?

Help me find it?

Now, that is crazy.

A normal, sane woman always knows where her luggage is.

That night, Nellie tried to stay awake as long as possible, hoping the insomnia might enhance her craziness, and it worked.

One woman was so perturbed by Nellie's behavior that she awoke in the night claiming she was having a horrific nightmare about Nelly.

I mean, I get it.

Nellie was being so scary.

She was a woman not sleeping, she had bug eyes, and she didn't know where her luggage.

Was truly a demonic monster.

The next day, the women at the boarding house became so upset with Nellie that they demanded she get kicked out.

They were like, you gotta get her out of here, she's gonna kill us.

The woman who ran the boarding house sent for the police, who were unable to ascertain any additional information from Nelly, like who she was, where she was from.

And then Nelly started acting even more insane.

She started speaking in Spanish, a woman who speaks Spanish.

Oh no.

The police took her down to the court and she was examined by a doctor and he said, yep, she seems crazy.

She's got no luggage, she knows Spanish, and she's a woman.

Yep, a hopeless case of insanity.

The judge asked her where she was from, and Nellie said the hacienda, so he decided she was from Cuba.

But the judge also thought she was crazy, so he sentenced her to the asylum.

He saw that she needed help, and he said he felt so bad for her, specifically because she looked like his sister.

Isn't that help?

Full information in the courtroom before she left the courtroom.

Suddenly a reporter appeared.

Nellie was like, shit, that reporter is gonna know who I am and reveal my ruse.

Luckily, she was wearing a very big hat so he couldn't see her.

And then she descended into some hysterics about her luggage again, so the judge made the reporter go away, but Nellie knew she'd have to be cautious and be extra crazy so she wouldn't be exposed.

Police then transported Nellie to Bellevue Hospital, and this was when it started getting serious.

The police strapped her down to a bed in the back of the police vehicle, handling her roughly, you know, the right way to handle someone facing mental health issues.

At the hospital, she met a few other women, and most of them didn't seem that crazy to her.

They were mostly poor.

She had another consultation with a doctor who was like, yep, this broad is cou coo.

Nellie wrote, after this, I began to have a smaller regard for the ability of doctors than I had ever had before.

I felt sure now that no doctor could tell whether people were insane or not, so long as the case was not violent, and indeed, over the course of her stant the asylum, she encountered many doctors, Most of them didn't acknowledge her, and the rest of them tried to flirt with her medicine.

When Nellie looked outside the hospital window, she saw Bellevue was surrounded by reporters like the Paparazzi for the mentally deranged, and she heard that they were developing an interest in this new patient from Cuba with no luggage.

Who was she?

Little did they know she was one of their colleagues.

Ha.

Finally, Nelly and the other women at the hospital were rounded up, shoved into a truck, and taken to a boat that would deliver them to a notorious asylum on Blackwell Island.

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Back in the nineteenth century, Blackwell Island now Roosevelt Island was the place to send not just the insane, but also other undesirables in New York City.

Back then, the nickname for it was Welfare Island.

And you know, whenever someone dubbed something with the term welfare, they mean it positively.

By the time Nellie bly got herself committed, Blackwell Island housed not just an institution for the insane, which housed sixteen hundred women, but also a prison, workhouses, and hospitals for incurable like peeples smallpox.

As far as islands go, definitely put this on your list for a visit.

Who was basically Fiji but really bad.

Before embarking on this undercover reporting, Nelly and her editor decided she'd go by the name of Nellie Brown.

That way the editor could find her and get her the frick out of there when the time came.

Once she arrived on the island, Nellie immediately realized this was about to be a horrendous experience.

First, the smell.

As they rolled up to the facility in a wagon.

The stench was overwhelming, and Nellie discovered that that horrible smell was coming from the kitchen.

Mm hm.

After the women had their intake meeting, a doctor got Nelly's measurements because that's how you measure crazy with a ruler, and then some nurses forced her to play piano on a piano that was extremely out of tune, and that was the extent of the entertainment provided at the facility.

After that, Nelly came face to face with that stinky food.

The broth was stinky, The meat was stinky, the bread was hard.

Nellie tried to eat the bread with butter, but the butter seemed to be made out of petroleum.

The other patients advised her to ask her playing bread next time.

So yeah, that meal absolutely horrendous, but at least they got five prunes for dessert, Mmm prunes.

After that, the nurses took the new patients to the bathroom and bathed them in extremely cold water.

At Blackwell Island, patients were only allowed to bathe every five days, and then the women were all bathing in the same water no refills.

Nellie said the water was thick by the time she got in it.

After that, Nelly was given a thin nightgown.

Despite the coolness of the night, Nellie couldn't sleep in her lumpy bed, and throughout the night the nurses opened the creaky doors and stomped around, checking on each patient every few hours with lots of clanking and yelling.

When Nellie got up in the morning, she was still wet and cold from the previous night's bath.

She also noticed that if the asylum caught on fire, there was no way for the patients to escape, so they would have just all burnt up.

Nellie quickly realized that the Blackwell Island Asylum wasn't going to provide any real treatment for these insane women.

They started the morning with some stinky food and then had to clean the facility.

After that, the women saw one of the random doctors who did nothing except take their measurements again, and then for hours, the women had to sit on these hard benches, not talking, not moving, and if they did get up or make noise, the nurses would yell at them or choke them.

And yeah, I don't think any of this stuff would help cure your mental illness.

I haven't tried it, though, I don't know.

Maybe this could be a treatment for people, you know, like, oh, you have ADHD, don't take adderall, have you tried manual labor?

Sitting for long periods of time and strangulation could be a quick fix Those hours sitting on the benches.

That shit wrecked Nelly.

She said, I was never so tired as I grew sitting on those benches.

Several of the patients would sit on one foot or sideways to make a change, but they were always reproved and told to sit up straight.

If they talked, they were scolded and told to shut up.

If they wanted to walk around in order to take the stiffness out of them, they were told to sit down and be still.

What accepting torture would produce insanity quicker than this treatment.

Here's a class of women sent to be cured.

I would like expert physicians to take a perfectly sane and healthy woman, Shut her up and make her sit from six am until eight pm on straight back benches.

Do not allow her to talk or move during these hours.

Give her no reading and let her know nothing of the world or its doings.

Give her bad food and harsh treatment, and see how long it will take to make her insane.

Two months would make her a mental and physical wreck.

Yeah, nell He's like, I'm not an insane person, but the way you're treating us is making me insane.

The only time the women were allowed outside was when they had a brief walk, and that was the only time they got additional clothes.

They got a thin shawl and a hat.

While outside, Nellie observed some of the more disturbed and violent patients.

They were all fastened together in a long line with a rope and were driven around by a cart.

Many of them screaming and wailing.

One of them yelled at a nurse, you want to kill me.

Outside, Nellie saw that there were reporters lingering near the entrance and they wanted to get an interview with her.

This crazy Cuban woman was becoming the talk of the town.

Back inside, Nellie talked to as many patients as possible, and most of them she thought they seemed pretty sane.

One woman was sent there because she had gotten deathly sick with a cold, and the woman who was operating the warding house she was staying at was like, she's crazy.

Get her, she's sneezing boo.

Another woman's husband sent her to the asylum because she found other men attractive.

A couple women just couldn't speak English and that's why they were there, and Nelly heard harrowing stories.

One woman was sent to the asylum because she spoke to a man who was not her husband.

Wow, and this is what she said for crying.

The nurses beat me with a broom handle and jump on me, injuring me internally so that I will never get over it.

They tied my hands and feet and throwing a sheet over my head, twisted it tightly around my throat so I could not scream, and thus put me in a bathtub filled with cold water.

They held me under until I gave up every hope and became senseless.

At other times they took hold of my ears and beat my head on the floor and against the wall.

Then they pulled my hair out by their roots, so that it will never grow in again.

Nelly heard even worse stories, and then whenever she complained about the conditions, the nurses were like, shut up, bitch.

You're here on charity.

You should be grateful, which to me does sound like how Republicans talk to liberals.

They're like, how dare you complain?

You live in the United States.

Sure, everything's expensive, we kill people every day, and there's no affordable healthcare.

You should just shut up and be grateful.

When Nelly first arrived at the Blackwell Island Asylum, she had planned to get into as many wards as possible, but after she was there for more than a week, she couldn't do it.

She wrote, the insane asylum on Blackwell's Island is a human rat trap.

It is easy to get in, but once there it is impossible to get out.

I had intended to have myself committed to the violent wards, but when I got the testimony of two sane women who had been there, I decided not to risk my health.

At around ten days in, Nellie's editor started making inquiries about a patient named Nellie Brown, saying he could take charge of her.

When doctors told Nelly that someone was looking for her and she could leave if she wanted, she was like, yes, please get me out of this place, And finally she was able to leave.

She wrote, I had looked forward so eagerly to leaving the horrible place.

Yet when my release came and I knew that God's sunlight was to be free from me again, there was a certain pain in leaving.

For ten days, I had been one of them, foolishly enough.

It seemed intensely selfish to leave them to their suffering.

I felt a desire to help them by sympathy and presence, but only for a moment.

The bars were down, and free dam was sweeter to me than ever.

Nellie quickly wrote up her experience in two parts, the first running on October tenth, eighteen eighty seven.

It was an immediate hit with readers who were ravenous for the second part, that came out the next week.

Because the story was so successful and because of her daring investigative journalism antics, she got a permanent job at the New York World.

But like, can you imagine if she didn't, if the editor was like, hey, thanks for going undercovering an asylum for ten days, but honestly, it's just not good enough for us.

And the articles led to change.

People were pissed off.

So the Department for Public Charities got more money from the government, and fifty thousand dollars of that was specifically for the Blackwell Asylum.

Did that make the conditions at the asylum particularly better?

Historians can't really tell, but theoretically, you know, they did have more money for sheets and ropes to choke the patients with Nelly was especially pleased because no reporters had figured her out.

She was like, Haha, I'm the trickiest bitch in the biz.

And after that piece came out, Nelly continued doing undercover work, particularly trying to highlight the plights of working class women.

She pretended to seek employment at various agencies to show how women were discriminated against.

She worked in a factory to report on the terrible working conditions there.

She also pretended to be an unwed mother trying to sell a baby to expose the black market for newborns.

She posed as a legislator's wife to expose corrupt lobbying.

And another huge thing she did is she read the novel around the world in eighty days and she decided she could do better.

She was like, bitch, I'm going to make it around the world in seventy two days.

And she did girl power.

On every episode of American Filth, we learn a lesson.

I think the lesson we learn here is women be crazy.

Yeah, women be crazy for reporting in depth investigative journalism.

Yeah, women love doing that shit.

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American Field is a production of School of Humans and iHeart Podcast.

This episode was written and hosted by me Gabby Watts.

Jesse Niswanger composed our beautiful theme song.

Our executive producers are Virginia Prescott, Elsie Croley, and Brandon Barr and you can follow along with the sea on Instagram at American Filth Pod.

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