The richness of detail in George Orwell’s essays made me feel as if I was present at the hanging of the Hindu and walking the halls of Hôpital X. A Hanging transported me to the
Burma jail yard. I could hear the last cries of the prisoner and feel the discomfort of the observers which they tried to disguise with laughter and jokes. How the Poor Die humanized the nameless patients who lay dying in that dreadful ward.
Like our other assignment, Orwell’s essays made me recall a recent experience. A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to hear Sister Helen Prejean speak at a luncheon. Sister Helen is a Roman Catholic nun and advocate for the abolition of the death penalty and is probably best known as the author of Dean Man Walking. Her style was down to earth, and like Orwell’s, rich in detail. Rather than just cite facts and statistics, she told many stories. As she spoke, the “inmate” became a living, breathing person. And again, like Orwell, her stories humanized all of the participants, not only the inmate, but also the victim and the families of all involved.