On
Saturday, 7 November 2015, in Hereford, UK, an ambulance was called to pick up
a man lying face down at the bus parking lot near Credenhill. A passerby had
noticed the old man, probably in his seventies. He was conscious but dazed when
delivered to the local hospital. The hospital conducted all required tests, and
realized the man was afflicted with dementia. He couldn’t even tell his name.
They looked in his pockets for an ID. Surprisingly, his pockets were absolutely
empty. He had no wallet, no money, no ID, not even a train ticket. Someone must
have robbed the poor man, thought the nurse.
British
hospitals clearly can’t deal with patients with no names and no IDs. The
nearest police, West Mercia police, were contacted. Sarah Bennett, the middle
aged, smart lady Sergeant, took charge of the case. She visited the hospital to
talk to the man. The old man looked calm. A white man, tall and slim, grey
hair, blue eyes and grey stubble- she noted on the form. Probably was a
handsome man in his youth, she thought.
‘What’s
your name, Sir?’ she asked. He talked but what he said was not connected to
Sarah’s question. What immediately caught Sarah’s attention was his speech. The
man spoke with an American accent. They conversed for some time, if it could be
called conversation.
Sergeant
Sarah then made an inventory of his clothes. The old man wore the hospital
clothes, but as per Sarah’s instructions over the phone, the staff had
carefully kept all his clothes in a bag. Though his accent was American, the
clothes were all English, very English. The man probably came from the USA as a
young man, made UK his home, and had lost his way because of dementia. She
followed the standard procedures. Photos and fingerprints were taken. Within
two hours, they became part of the national database. Posters with his photo,
and a big MISSING were plastered in a radius of ten miles from where he was
found. Most missing people are traced within hours, no reason why this man
should be an exception. However, when she left the hospital, Sarah was uneasy.
She had a feeling something was odd, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Four
days passed without any response. Meanwhile, the nameless man was moved to a
nursing home. Except for his dementia, he was fine. Smiling and talking, eating
breakfast. Sarah visited him in the nursing home, and once again couldn’t get
his name or nationality. But this time she grasped the oddity about his
clothes. They were brand new. Not only his shirt, sweater, socks and shoes but
also his underwear. She asked for the clothes bag again. She was right. None of
the clothes had ever been washed; you could still see the ironing crease and
smell their newness.
She
remembered the Hound of the Baskervilles, and how Sherlock Holmes
explained the significance of the return of the stolen new shoes of Sir Henry.
That had to do with training the hound with an established smell. What was the significance
here?
The
West Mercia police became super-active. All CCTV recordings from the area were
retrieved and scrutinized. The American embassy (and for good measure the
Canadian embassy) was contacted. Generally you have the details and you look
for a man. This was a novel manhunt. You had a man, and you needed to hunt his
identity. Interpol was persuaded to upload his photo, his current whereabouts,
and the American (or Canadian) accent.
Three
months passed, and the case had not moved an inch forward. The media in the UK,
USA and Canada had broadcast his videos, but nobody had come forward to claim
him or to say who he was.
*****
Amanda
Bow was the manager of the untraceable man’s nursing home. Among other things,
she asked the old man his name three or four times a day. Sergeant Sarah met
her at the clinic. Amanda said he was content but lost in his own world. He
enjoyed chocolate muffins and the odd sherry at night. A gentleman he was, kind
and sweet.
Name? I’m
not sure, she said. Once he said ‘Roger Curry.’ But only once.
‘Roger
Curry?’ Asked Sarah.
‘Yes,
but he has dementia. Who knows he could have been asking for curry, he has
started eating well. We call him Roger, though. He is a blank canvas. But we
love him, we have adopted him.’
Sarah
went back and ordered the renewal of the campaign. This time the name “Roger
Curry” was added to the databases. BBC took an active interest and started a
facebook page to find out who Roger Curry was. It was a long shot. But Sarah
knew that an American with dementia is unlikely to ask for curry as a food
item. Curry, coming from the subcontinent, is more of a British expression.
*****
In
early November, 2015, on another continent, in a place called Whittier, close
to LA; Kevin, 36, and his mother Mary Jo, 71, were packing their bags to leave
for Europe.
“Mom,
what’re you worried about? My plan is super, awesome.”
“I
don’t know if it’s the right thing to do.’
‘Mom,
listen, you’re in no great shape. But your brain works well, just as it worked
20-30 years ago. Dad is a goner. Look, he’s sitting there in the corner, we
talk about him and he understands nothing. You know, his brain is dead, but he
may live for another 25 years. Who’s going to spend on him? You? Not me for
sure. You know how expensive this trip is? But I’m doing it, once and for all -
I want to get rid of the old man. And I want no comebacks.’
Kevin’s
father, Roger Curry, sat in the corner of the same room, could neither understand
nor react to the talk between his wife and son.
*****
Kevin
Curry and his two parents landed at Gatwick airport. If his father looked a bit
weird, the immigration officer didn’t comment on it. Since the old man was
travelling with his wife and son, he was safe.
Gatwick
to Credenhill is about 160 miles. On the way, the rented car stopped at
Swindon. Swindon has a massive hypermarket called TESCO extra. It has a large
clothes section. Kevin bought clothes for his father, not expensive, but brand
new. He removed all the price tags. In the large bathroom, he helped his dad
change into the new clothes.
The old
American man wearing new British clothes returned to the car. The car drove
ahead to a bus parking lot. Kevin had stopped dad’s medicines for the past 48
hours. That way he would be unwell enough to be hospitalized. Though it took
longer than expected, a passerby saw his father lying next to the bus stop and
called for an ambulance. As they lifted him, Kevin, through his dark glasses,
saw the man with dementia for the last time. The pockets of the new shirt and
trousers were empty. No comebacks.
The
same day, Kevin and his mother Mary Jo, proceeded by Eurostar to Belgium for a vacation,
to celebrate the feeling of relief, to enjoy their newly found freedom.
*****
But
Roger Curry, through his dementia, mentioned his name once. Debbie Cocker, a
web research enthusiast found he could have been a student in Edmonds high
school in 1958. BBC sponsored a trip of its investigative journalist Darragh
Maclntyre who managed to meet Roger’s classmates. Roger Curry, before his
dementia diagnosed ten years ago, had worked as a nurse. He had served in the air
force during the Vietnam War. Maclntyre then traced Roger’s home in Whitter. He
confronted Kevin who repeatedly avoided him.
Roger
was sent back to Los Angeles on 14 July, 2016. He is now placed in the care of
Kaiser Permanente, a care centre. At the end of the documentary shown this
week, the BBC journalist regrets he found Roger’s roots. He was taken much
better care of in the UK than in the USA. And probably more loved.
The
papers filed in the court claim: “In late 2015 Mr Curry was taken surreptitiously
to England by his wife Mary and his son Kevin Curry and abandoned there.”
*****
Post-script: Ubasute is a Japanese custom where poor
Japanese left their senile elders on the mountaintop. Japan is currently
reviving this tradition. 27% of Japan’s population is elderly. Adult diapers
far outsell baby diapers. Unlike in the past, you can now drop your elders at
charity homes or give them for adoption. There is a service called the senior
citizen postboxes, which transfers abandoned parents to a local retirement
home.
Thalaikoothal is a
traditional practice of getting rid of burdensome parents In India’s southern
state of Tamilnadu. The old parent is given a ceremonial oil bath in the
morning. He is then coaxed into drinking plenty of coconut water, so much that
his kidneys fail. Alternatively, a cold water massage to the head can cause a
heart failure. In milk therapy, cow’s milk is poured into the nose of the
elderly until the nose stops breathing.
Ubasute or Thalaikoothal
usually produce death in two or three days. The equivalent expression in
America is “Granny dumping.” Because of the exorbitant cost of medical care in
the USA, elderly people are sometimes abandoned at hospitals.
In all
the Granny Dumping cases, the case of Roger Curry must hold a record for the
distance travelled by a son to dump his unwanted father.
Ravi
PS 2: To see
the characters from this story, you may want to watch the 28 minute documentary
called The Mystery
of the Unknown Man, presented by BBC Panorama on 30 January.
R.
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