Chapter 7: WANDERING HANDS

Prague, 24 July, 1966 -- The most seductive way isn't always the best. This is what three young Czech girl hitchers found out yesterday. Tired of watching the cars stream past them along a road near Marianskelazne, the three 'nymphs' displayed themselves in the costume of Eve. But the drivers were either prudish or cowed by their wives and the strippers had no success. The only vehicle to stop and give them a life was a police car. 

The popular press is fully awake to this idea. Under the headline WHO GETS THERE FASTEST? the Evening Standard wrote: 

Is it the hitch-hiker in uniform, the bona fide traveller, the little old ladies or the man in the collar and tie? The answer of course is the girl in the mini-skirt. (12.10.66) 

Awareness of sexual display is strong among female hitchers. Some see their visual sex appeal as an advantage -- it gets them lifts quick. Others see it as a danger and try to avoid wearing eye-catching clothes when hitching. Here are two examples of the less inhibited type of girl hitcher: 

I only hitch occasionally and I find it rather exciting to see how soon a car stops. I think it easier to hitch when one is female (preferably wearing a miniskirt) and I have never known a woman to stop yet. People that accept hitchhikers are always men, mainly between 20 and 35. (Sixteen year old school girl)

It is very easy for a girl to hitch-hike and when I show my hair to let people know I'm a girl, I get rides faster than if I put it behind my head. (Thumber from the USA) 

I think any girl who goes hitching on her own in a mini skirt, a very miniskirt or anything like that is just asking for trouble. I mean, a chap goes along the road, sees a girl walking down the road in this mini -- I mean, what's he going to think? When I hitch I like to wear trousers all the time. (Student nurse) 

Some girls cover prodigious distances. Have their parents any idea what this entails? To witness a tawdry line of British girls, standing in ones and twos, self-consciously apart and strategically placed just inside a country's border at the point where cars are halted for customs, is most humiliating to behold. These girls make no attempt to hike, so they wait, quite simply, to be picked up. But first they must be selected (their very numbers enable a driver to be choosey) and so they submit to the appraising gaze of strangers comfortably insulated in Mercedes, Renaults, Fiats and Seats. 

We took the train in Yugoslavia and then I felt better .... I didn't like standing by the edge of the road thumbing and being exposed to the looks of the people in cars -- I didn't like that, I felt, um, I felt I was exposed and sort of eyed by everybody. 

Beatniks very often travel in pairs, the female attracting or should it be distracting the motorist, the male somewhere in the background out of the way sitting on a couple of old kitbags. 

The "Decoy Method "

The female fantasy world round hitch-hiking is given beautiful expression in the Yugoslav film Happy Gipsies by Tomislav Pinter. The hitching sequence shows both what a girl deeply desires and what she horribly dreads in the lift situation. 

The gipsy teenager is on her way back from Belgrade to her village. We see her waif-like in a cement landscape, thumbing pathetically as lorries pound over the fly-over. A huge refrigerator truck with trailer whooshes to a stop. As she climbs in the tired looking middle aged driver comments to his handsome mate: 

Here's something to keep us awake. 

The gipsy girl wants the warmth, the acceptance, the comfort of the cab high above the road. She deeply desires tender penetration by the young co-driver. At the same time one immediately feels her revulsion against the older man and his attitude of routine rape, the corollary of which is the sadism of kicking her into the mud, locking her in the fridge and dumping her in the ditch, all violent images of rejection. This scene encapsulates the two opposite poles of the female fantasy about hitch-hiking, the desire to be taken by a man and the dread of being raped and discarded.

This dread of rape comes up again and again in early teenage female essays. A 16 year old in a Liverpool dockland school wrote: 

I have hitch-hiked but I don't agree with it because I have a fear of men. I would only want to hitch-hike if there were a gang of girls and if the person who stops was by themselves. 

Hitching is a very good thing if there are a group of you. I know the chances of getting lifts are fewer but it is safer to travel in a group of six or eight than in a group of two. (Liverpool 14 year old) 

Fear of rape is the negative side of the female fantasy about hitch-hiking and, being socially acceptable, it is easy for a girl to express. The opposite pole of the fantasy range, as it is sexually unrestrained, is harder for women to give expression to. Hence the comparative vagueness and fumbling with words in the example that follows: 

It's just the adventure, I mean, anything might happen. I can understand it as regards men ... whether I subconsciously wished something to happen ... or perhaps I didn't really ... I was just disappointed if it didn't happen. Well ... I suppose every woman wants herself to be noticed ... more than noticed by a man, and in a situation like that ... I suppose really you are inviting it. 

The two girl students who told me of the above incident thought it unlikely the blackmailer would have acted for money alone. They both felt she must have been deriving a fantasy sexual satisfaction from the situation. They felt she must have had a fantasy motivation at some level of consciousness to be able to overcome initial timidity. As one of the girl students commented: There are easier ways of getting £10. 

Cases of sexual blackmail by female hitch-hikers belong to a category of crimes or attempted crimes that rarely come to the attention of the police or get publicly reported. Of the eight instances I have stumbled on in the course of research only one is a press cutting. This was a Sunday Mirror story (8.4.69) about two teenage girls trying to blackmail the Suffragan Bishop of Crediton, the Rev. Wilfred Westall: 

I think they must have thought me fair game when they realised I was a parson. 

Modern psychiatrists have amply studied the behaviour of errant young girls and women coming before the courts in all sorts of cases. Their psychic complexes are multifarious .... One form taken by these complexes is the contriving of false charges of sexual offences by men. The unchaste (let us call it) mentality finds incidental but direct expression in the relation of imaginary sex incidents of which the author (sic) is the heroine or victim. 

So far a lot has been said about the mental and fantasy aspect of sexuality in hitch-hiking. What actually happens in practice? Of the 186 people picked up in my van and questioned 25 were girls. Of these, 10 said they had had trouble with men drivers. In the setting of the van, with other people around them, it was impossible to get detailed information from all these 10. This is what a few of them volunteered: 

19 year old textile designer: 
I was 16, I was alone. I turned down two lifts. I got into the third car that stopped. The driver got randy -- turned down a dark lane. I threatened to scream and he put me down.

17 year old sales girl: 
He was a horrible old man with one tooth. He had his hands on my knees, kept saying: 'You must be short of money.'
There are some lads that try to go with you. They often put you out when you say 'no'.

17 year old shop assistant: 
A lorry driver tried to rape me but he did not succeed.

18 year old typist:
Two boys picked two of us up. They took us back to their flat against our will. We soon got out again.

We were stuck behind a lorry and he changed down and as he did so his hand slipped off the gear lever and touched my knee. The movement was very slight and I didn't take any notice of it until he did the same thing about ten kilometres further on:

'I like the English,' he said, 'they are great players.' 

'Players?' 

He patted my knee. This time there was no mistake. 

'You mean football?' I said, deliberately. 

'No, no, players.' 

'I'm not a ... player.' 

He took his hand off my knee and the impulse seemed to have left him for he began talking about his job as a traveller in printed cards. He had a dark dry face which smiled easily. I didn't think he looked like one of those. 

Suddenly his hand dived between my legs. It was an absurd and abrupt gesture, like school boys fighting. I fought him off, shouting about the road. He wrenched the wheel straight again and gripped it with both hands. He had thin lips. 

'I say to you, we shall play.' 

He looked in his mirror and having seen nothing there began to slow down. So I'm going to have to walk after all, I thought. Perhaps this was unfair and unjust for I did, after all, owe him something. I owed him my lift and for all I knew it my life. He was going to take me to Paris and friends and a bed. 

But when he stopped the car he pounced on me like a large slaverin' dog. I fought him off and opened the door and got out. He was -- across my seat clutching at me as I leaned in to grab my pack .... 

To return to the 162 men: apart from 4 solicited by women drivers and 36 by homosexuals, 2 schoolboys had been picked up by a 30 year old man who begged them to beat him. He wanted the boys to act out parts in a masochistic punishment fantasy. This is the story as one of the boys told it and as I took it down in long hand. The incident had taken place the day before: 

This bloke picked us up. He said he had got into trouble at work and saw we could help him out. When we got out at the end of the lift he looked tense. He said he'd stolen some money at work. His employer had said he wouldn't prosecute him but he should tell his father what he had done. His father was out of the country. He told his uncle who said he needed curing because he had behaved like a schoolboy. We said: 'How can we help you?' He said: 'You could cane me.' 

The other instance of perversion I have come across is phenomenologically more harmless. Two girls got a lift from a young man who asked how they would defend themselves if attacked. Finally he dared them to tie him up. He stopped the car and found a suitable tree out of sight of the road. They tied him up so tight he couldn't break free. They had to untie him. From then on he became sullen and said hardly a word until they got out at King's Lynn. 

Sexual blackmail, homosexual soliciting and the procurement of victims for acts of perversion are the silent dangers of hitch-hiking Every now and then a lurid murder or rape story splashes across the headlines and provokes editorial and police muttering about the foolhardiness of hitching. Not to mention these crimes would be to produce an unbalanced presentation of the sexual aspects of hitch-hiking, but on the other hand to give them the same weight as the media do would be equally unbalanced These are the crimes connected with hitching which cannot be hushed up by perpetrators and victims, while other things can. Such crimes are very few and far between, given the volume of people who hitch in Britain each year. 

Perhaps the least psychologically twisted in this category of crime is the sexual murder committed almost unwittingly, in a moment of panic and passion. Such was the case of the 26 year old lorry driver, Albert Osborne. He picked up a 61 year old woman, Mrs Barber, from a bus stop during a bus strike. He drove off the route agreed and wanted to make love to her. She began to scream which provoked him to panic. He knocked her out, strangled her with a handy piece of string and then shoved the body out by the side of the road. In July 1958 he was condemned to life imprisonment 

A more horrifying crime that filled the papers in 1963 was the holiday time murder of Barbara Herron. She and her friend, Joan McNulty, both 16 year olds, had hitched from Liverpool to the Gloucester area. 3 men pulled up to give them a lift. The 3 were White, Blunt and Webb. Sometime later, while Blunt was at the wheel, the car turned off the main road and, 2½ miles down a side road, stopped. Blunt took a ù410 from under the seat and went off with Webb. In a moment they were back. Covering the girls with his gun Blunt ordered them: 'Take off your trousers'. He had clearly agreed with Webb that he would rape Joan while Webb took Barbara. Webb dragged Barbara out of the car. She bit him -- he picked up an axe from the back of the car and laid into her wildly. He battered her skull in and later she died. Webb also attacked Joan with the axe but she was left with enough life in her to drag herself to a nearby farm house for help. All this while White had tried to dissuade his friends, but he was covered by Blunt's gun. The fact that the three men were driving round with an axe and a gun suggests they were looking for some sort of trouble but nothing came out at the trial to imply that they had actually set out to rape female hitch-hikers. 

Cases of premeditated rape using lift-giving as the method of securing victims do sometimes get reported. A salesman called Jay Judd and his girl friend, Ann Watts, were sent to prison in 1968 for conspiracy to commit rape. They had apparently cruised around in his car with the intention of picking up girls between the ages of ten and fourteen. Ann Watts told the Central Criminal Court: 

Ray did not have a thought for the consequences. It was obvious that having kidnapped a young girl and done what was intended, it was clear to me that the child would have to be killed to silence it.

We began looking round when we were out in his car. We once saw two hitch-hikers and Ray said they would be ideal. He said we should pick the girls up. He was just like a maniac when he talked like this. 

To return to girls: only a minority hitch alone; most of them thumb in twos or threes or with a boy friend. In this way the majority of girls who hitch are not exposed to the self-evident dangers of being alone in a vehicle with a male driver. 

Even these dangers can be exaggerated. Some drivers pick up a girl hitch hiker on her own simply because they like feminine company and without even half-thought out designs on her person. A few probably even pick women up out of a sense of gallantry. A girl student at Cambridge makes the point that the degree of danger in hitching alone for a girl depends on her own state of mind and outward behaviour while doing it: 

I think girls hitching on your own ... it can be ... dangerous ... but I don't know. I find this is a question of the way you act when you first get in. And I mean if you're on your guard and not over-encouraging I think you're very unlikely to get any trouble unless you've picked up some kind of a maniac. 

Student nurse: The danger is something an awful lot of my friends talk about, the dangers of hitch-hiking. I've never had any trouble myself ... but well, I've had men, for instance in a car who slightly made advances but so long as you don't respond to them it doesn't go any further. A couple of times I've asked them to stop and put me down and they have, without any second thought about it.

Interviewer: These were just verbal advances? --

Student nurse: Yes, er sort of 'come and sit over here and tell me all about it' type of thing and wandering hands, occasionally. Two of us were travelling in Ireland last year and twice we had sort of ... usually much older people than you'd imagine, 50 year old men, for instance and wandering palms .... We just sort of shook it off, like water off a duck's back and just ignored it, and well, it stopped. 

According to Edith Solomon who investigated the transport cafe scene in the mid-fifties, the scrubber was quite common at that time. She was the lowest grade of the prostitutional profession, ranking below the city girl who at least had a room or a flat to sleep in. Solomon found that road girls were nearly all trying to rise into the category of town prostitute or that they were drop-outs from it. She pin-pointed 5 types of scrubber: 

Girls on the run from approved schools, hiding on the roads. 
Prostitutes who have quarrelled with their pimps. 
Ageing prostitutes, cast-offs from the brothels. The drivers call such particularly unattractive scrubbers 'gypsies'. 
Country girls who prefer plying their trade on the road to being cooped up in a town. 
Nymphomaniacs, some of them married women, who slip out at night to find sex on the roads without anyone being any the wiser. 

Many scrubbers have no homes at all, sleeping wherever possible, in the cabs of lorries, derelict buildings, or half built houses on building sites. They doze, when permitted, in their seats in transport cafes, or when riding up and down the roads .... they sell themselves for the ride plus a sixpenny parcel of chipped potatoes, for a cup of tea and a cake, for a snack and a cigarette, for 1/6 or two shillings, for 2/6 at the most. 

Some scrubbers, settling in a room in a large town like Liverpool, Birmingham, Manchester, will use one route in a shuttle service. The aid will pick up her client in a transport cafe, ride with him to her room and return to be picked up on the road again. These scrubbers are, in the words of the drivers who patronize them, 'worth a dollar', and will claim a meal plus 2/6. 

While scrubbers of the type Solomon describes are declining in numbers, lorry drivers speak of a new kind of 'lay' you can get on the roads. This is the girl travelling say from Glasgow to London. She gets a through lift from a driver and lets him make her in payment for the journey, a kind of fare. She's not a prostitute in that she doesn't ask for money and doesn't do this every night. She merely pays for the ride in casual sex. She's a half-way house between the old type scrubber and the 'thumb baby'. She stands in the mainstream of English puritan morality by refusing to accept something for nothing. No beggar she.