Horrible Display Of Human Corpses

Elaine Meinel Supkis

In Washington, DC, a macabre tour of bodies of dead people from China are being put on display. Set up to look as if they are doing 'normal' things, we are to be entertained and laugh. I could barely write this story, it made me so ill. Shame. Shame on anyone going to this and the people doing this exhibit will have an unhappy epithany when they themselves die and pass through the Gates of Death.

From Wayne Madsen Report:

Plastered all over the Washington Metro concourses are posters advertising a new exhibition in town, Bodies. Human cadavers that have been preserved, dissected and skinned, dehydrated with acetone and then injected with silicone and vacuum sealed in a polymer encasing are on display across the Potomac River in Rosslyn. The cadavers are shown in various sports and other poses.

The exhibition is owned by a publicly traded company, Premier Exhibitions, Inc., the same company that displays recovered relics from the SS Titanic. The cadavers come from China's Dalian Medical University's Plastination Laboratories, which has been accused by Chinese human rights organizations of past connections to the commercial exploitation of the bodies of executed prisoners. The Chinese lab obtains the bodies from the Chinese government but there is no information about where the Chinese government obtains them.

Frédéric Chopin (Polish: Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin, sometimes Szopen; French: Frédéric François Chopin; English surname pronunciation: IPA: /ʃoʊpæn/ or /ʃoʊpæ̃/; March 1, 1810[1], Żelazowa Wola – October 17, 1849, Paris) was a Polish piano composer of the Romantic period. He is widely regarded as one of the most famous, influential and prolific composers for piano.

Chopin was born in the village of Żelazowa Wola, Poland, to a Polish mother and French-expatriate father. Hailed in his homeland as a child prodigy, at age twenty Chopin left for Paris. There he made a career as performer, teacher and composer, and adopted the French version of his given names, "Frédéric-François." From 1837 to 1847 he had a turbulent relationship with the French writer George Sand (Aurore Dudevant). Always in frail health, at 39 he succumbed to pulmonary tuberculosis.[2]

The name of this news page is 'Culture of Life News' which may seem odd considering that I often talk about the course of history and how our empire is dying and mourning WWIII before it happens....but I am a woman who loves life and who is touched by death. When even the animals on my farm die, I hold them and walk with them through the Gates of Death.

I have sat with people who are dying and it is a trial for me, not them. For I am only a visitor to that dark Realm, where Mother Nature spreads her dark robes and embraces all that lives and transforms them. We all die. And in dying, there is great fear and mocking death is dangerous for She watches us like a vulture. She is the One who sits in judgement at the Gates of Death.

She has these scales and weighs our souls against the entire universe. This is where hot and cold merge, where big and small unite, where the vacuum meets the black hole. The music of Chopin expresses the bridge between life and death. Like so many great artists of the past, he died very young. I wondered about this as a child and then figured, the Graces needed artists on Mt. Olympus and since they all ride Pegasus, they mostly died young. Goethe, the famous German poet, lived a long life but his creativity died young and indeed, most artists are most prolific in their younger years.

But we all die, however long we live, it isn't long enough. For life is unique: Mother Nature gives us only one chance at it. When I listen to Chopin, I get to see his soul which is the only thing he left behind. Oh, and what a soul that is!

Isadora Duncan, the great inventor of modern dance, loved Chopin and her very first dances were to his music. She responded in particular to his nocturnes and the dark, twilight mixture of flats and minor chords mixed in with a surging songline that rushes forwards only to halt at the ornate wrough iron gates which one can't pass but can only look past. Death like the shadows under an oak tree.

The bodies turned into a joke here are human beings: men and women who, for some horrible reason, were used as things. Instead of being sacred, they are mounted like trophies, to be laughed at and bemused but these are people with souls who passed by Her and She sits in judgement and everyone looking at these paradies of humanity will have to pass Her and She will pull up the memories and examine them.

How does She do this? It is simple: She makes the Watcher be the Sufferer. And this is the torture of killers: they have to relive the deaths they caused. War criminals spend many years at this. She is relentless. If you save lives, the joy of this flashes past and She lifts Her scales and smiles and the sun shines even if one is in the dark.

The dead put on display should be interred into the bosom of the Earth. May we be forgiven for our sins.

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Comments

[The Son]

Blech! This is disgusting! Revelling in a form that would normally be reviled... and in our capitol no less.

[DeVaul]

I don't think any other city would "host" such an event.

[Marc]

I just returned from a 4-day stay in Las Vegas where my room was comped in return for attending a time-share seminar. The hotel had not one but two macabre displays; Bodies and relics from the Titanic. It sickened me to see the huge photos of flayed Chinese corpses ubiquitously displayed on billboards and coin buckets for amusement and profit. I don't know what the criteria in China is for the death penalty, but I am fairly certain it is routinely carried out for what Americans would consider trivial offenses or even for exercising what we consider to be human rights. Now China is apparently finding new ways to profit from executing criminals by selling their remains as amusement-park attractions to--what, an American company? Are there no laws or even common mores of decency governing atrocities like this?

[Rouser]

This Chinese exhibit is a knock-off of this:

http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html

I viewed Body Worlds a few years ago and found it remarkable.

[JMench]

I have seen the bodyworlds exhibit and it was amazing. The bodies that were displayed had been donated by the person before they died. I am in the medical field and find the human body and the way it functions facinating. The persons soul was gone, what we are looking at in the exhibit is just preserved flesh. Use it to learn and gain knowledge.

[Elaine Meinel Supkis]

Mench, how do you know it was 'donated'? And the positions these human beings were put into were a form of mockery. We are supposed to laugh, not learn.

I have butchered many animals in my own life. Never ever would I have displayed the flayed carcasses as JOKES. When I hunt or kill, I do it the way ancient people do it: I pray to the animal's soul. This isn't for the animal I kill, it is for myself.

If ANYONE wants to know what killing and flaying is all about, they can visit me on my farm and I will force that person to go through each step to the bitter end. I will let you wear my plastic apron I wear for this process. It is very bloody.

[a drop in the ocean]

Wow. I have never seen your blog until tonight. Amazing stuff, here.

Just want to say, please don't use "we". I understand the sentiment, and it is good, but there is no collective guilt. Own what you are, ask for forgiveness when YOU are in need of it, but don't lump us all in with the ghools.

I could not agree with you more on the "exhibit" - an abomination of desolation, from the cult of death.

[a drop in the ocean]

Uh, jeezus, I didn't see this when I posted:
Mench, how do you know it was 'donated'? And the positions these human beings were put into were a form of mockery. We are supposed to laugh, not learn.

I have butchered many animals in my own life. Never ever would I have displayed the flayed carcasses as JOKES. When I hunt or kill, I do it the way ancient people do it: I pray to the animal's soul. This isn't for the animal I kill, it is for myself.

If ANYONE wants to know what killing and flaying is all about, they can visit me on my farm and I will force that person to go through each step to the bitter end. I will let you wear my plastic apron I wear for this process. It is very bloody.

No wonder you ask for forgiveness. Why do you commit these crimes? Is the cult indoctrination that deep that you would engage in abominations and then somehow screw your own mind and soul up in such a way as you come up with the I-do-it-like-the-indians crap? C'mon. DON'T FUCKING DO IT. Stop being a monster.

[larry, dfh]

My brother is on a call list for a property manager of a big estate in PA. The guy kills abouy 80 deer each year, so I end up doing plenty of butchering. The guy is an excellent shot and his field dressing is impeccable. The butchering is very meticulous, as each individual muscle is removed, trimmed, and packaged. I even save the shanks for chili. All the scraps go to yhe foxes and feral cats in my industrial park, and the bones are saved for neighborhood dogs. There's nothing like a deer leg bone to boost the self-esteem of a dog, to bring out the 'inner wolf'. The animals are truly beautiful, as well as their 'anatomies'. It is important to see what a muscle really is, what 'sinew' really is. Still, after skinning a couple of deer la te at night, i did have trouble falling asleep. It is not totally devoid of a psychological price. My wife says "leave it to the condors, they have nothing".

[wine gift bags]

I wonder where is he now. He used to be very big!