Draggingtree Posted January 15, 2016 Share Posted January 15, 2016 THE GIFT SHOP OF THE DEAD A visit to D.C.’s Museum of Crime and Punishment. By Eve Tushnet – From the Sept/Oct 2014 issue For the past twelve years I’ve volunteered at a crisis pregnancy center serving mainly low-income women in the District of Columbia, and I’ve noticed something about how our clients talk: Nobody ever says “prison.” Boyfriends, husbands, fathers, sons were never “locked up,” “in jail,” or “serving time”; they were always “incarcerated.” There is an unexpected poignancy to the bureaucratic term—a lacy Latinate word suffused with so much pain, as if standardization and abstraction could dissolve shame. Hesitation first, and then that careful, strictly-speaking “incarcerated,” like the set phrases we use in the confessional. Nothing could be further from these women’s delicacy than the National Museum of Crime and Punishment, a giant KFC bucket of suffering. I spent about four hours in this glitzy memorial-without-memory, accompanied by at least two school field trips. Admission is $23.21 and, you know, your self-respect. http://spectator.org/articles/60743/gift-shop-dead Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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