This one has been swirling around in my head for a while,
but it also just so happens to be an appropriate topic for Halloween, don’t you
think?
This is one
of those cases in which for a long time I had to think to death why I felt the
way I feel about a certain thing. So here’s the deal: I am not opposed to art
exhibits or museums which display human bodies, I was brought to an anatomy
museum as a freshman in high school, and while it was a little disturbing for a
13-14 year old (particularly the severely malformed fetuses and the poster book
of a sliced pregnant woman), I do not oppose their existence. Of course I am
also fully aware that body farms and autopsies performed for medical training
are invaluable to our society and even if I were opposed to the former, the
latter is undeniably essential. Here’s my one caveat though: the people who are
used have to have consented to this while they were alive. I am firm in this,
and I did not go to one of the exhibits in Dublin because I was told that the majority
of the bodies used were unclaimed as opposed to voluntarily donated. Why,
though, do I feel this way?
I obviously
am not religious or superstitious in any way. I do not believe that the “souls”
of those people will “know” what is being done to their bodies and upset them.
I do not believe that they will become angry ghosts for the way that their
bodies are being treated. I do not believe that any of them will be denied
access to heaven because they were not buried in a certain way. Why, then, am I
so adamant about consent, when they would never know any better anyway?
Respecting
their last wishes is my way of preserving their humanity. I will always
remember that those bodies were people, I cannot disassociate what they are now
with what they were. However, knowing that this is what they wanted for
themselves and their bodies would make me happy to participate, not sad. I do
not fear death the way that many others do and I accept it, however I feel that
respecting someone’s wishes is respecting their humanity. I would find it
incredibly sad if I knew that the exhibit was filled with unclaimed bodies,
that just because those people had outlived their family or perhaps died in the
wrong place at the wrong time that somehow made them less human, less worthy of
respect, less deserving of choosing the fate of their bodies. I would feel for
those people, I would wonder what their lives were like, what they would have
wanted, why they died alone and unwanted. On the other hand, to know that the
last wish of the person I am looking at was
to be looked at by me and the thousands of others that walk through the exhibit
makes me feel happy to oblige. I would not think on their past life with
sadness but with curiosity and a smile on my face. Finally, I feel that there
is an inherent hypocrisy in giving some people the right to do with their body
as they choose but deny that right to others.
I may not
have really explained myself that clearly, so feel free to ask or bring up
another tangent. I am also aware that this is very subjective, so what are your
thoughts on the subject?
Have you
ever been, or would you ever go to a body exhibit or a human anatomy museum?