The Bodies – An Editorial by Leah Lar

D and I went to see The Bodies this weekend in South Street Seaport. We’d been experiencing conflict over whether or not to see it. We are scientists, so of course we see the merit in this sort of exhibit, especially in something this unique. We are also, however, moral beings, and the exhibit has been fraught with controversy regarding the origin of its bodies. Rumor has it that the bodies belonged to prisoners or homeless people in China, and that they were scooped off the streets, obviously without consent.

Sketchy.

I suppose donating bodies with no known identity to science is a noble thing to do. This being said, are these bodies being donated “to science” or “for profit?”

Science is knowledge. Seeing things like this is good. It’s informative. It excites children about science! (I really wish it wouldn’t, though. I wanted to scream “This is not interesting! Do not make a career of this unless you plan on getting an MD!”) It helps us understand our own bodies. It’s valuable.

If it was free, then I’d be fine with it.

What I am not fine with is charging $25 per person to see the bodies and organs of people who didn’t necessarily want their bodies to be on display. I don’t think people should profit from this. Unless, of course, the proceeds go to homeless shelters or research funds or something. Maybe this is the case.

When we entered the building, I was suddenly overcome with trepidation and didn’t want to go in. “I don’t know if I want to see this,” I said. I am currently reading a book called Stiff which, while being amazing and an addictive and informative read, has me constantly contemplating mortality and what happens to bodies when they cease living. The book is about what happens to bodies when they die, and, more overwhelmingly, what happens to cadavers that are donated to or stolen for science. It’s interesting and I love it, but I can’t shake the occasional and morbid unwelcome image of a loved one’s body being used as a crash test dummy.

We paid the steep admission price and entered the exhibit.

My initial reaction: awesome! It really was awesome. The whole bodies were unsettling. It didn’t seem real. I had a better understanding of anatomy after seeing the exhibit. It was organized based on organ system, and therefore went from the psychologically and emotionally easiest to most difficult to handle. It started with the skeletal system – we’ve all seen this before. They had entire bodies displayed out in the open along with components displayed in cases. It then went to muscle and then to the nervous system. The muscles were weird – so meat-like. The nervous system, obviously, was my favorite. They had the whole nervous system in a case – still connected – the brain, spinal cord, and nerves sent from the spinal cord. Awesome!

It was then the circulatory system. The room was dark, and they’d used a dye to stain arteries red and veins blue, and then somehow removed the organs they supplied. Super cool. Then respiratory, digestive, excretory, reproductive, development, and a room at the end bringing everything together.

I didn’t really have a problem with things because I think it is human nature to distance yourself from death. I didn’t allow myself to consciously think “This is an actual person who lived and breathed and had a family.” Every so often I’d remember, and I would freak out and want to run away. Sometimes I’d be like “This is actually a real arm, not a model. Huh.”

The organs weren’t as disturbing – they obviously weren’t as personal. But the limbs… and the brains… and the whole bodies…

A few observations:

1. As stated above, muscles look like meat. I don’t imagine anyone ate meat after going to that exhibit.
2. The bladder – SMALL. So very tiny. Smaller than a rubber balloon deflated.
3. The uterus – WICKED SMALL. I had no idea. And the ovaries were so little!
4. Testicles – also wicked small.
5. Second grossest thing I have ever seen in my life = penile cancer.
6. GROSSEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE = teratoma of ovarian tissue (I think –I can’t even remember what it was supposed to be, I just know it was in the reproduction room) that had freaking HAIR AND TEETH GROWING IN IT. I thought I was going to vomit. If I am ever diagnosed with a teratoma I think that I will instantly go mad and have to be committed. I can’t bear the thought of teeth growing in my uterus. Oh my god. The horror, the horror. I imagine, though, that doctors don’t tell people this because I bet anyone would be taken completely insane by such knowledge.

By the time I was through the reproductive room, I had mixed feelings. I was trying my hardest not to obsess about the realness of the bodies. “Stop thinking about them as people… stop thinking about them as people…” I thought it was scientifically cool, but mostly unnecessary. There was no reason these bodies couldn’t be models. Why not dissect a human and then make a cast? People wouldn’t pay $25 to see casts of dead people. The realness (and shock) is what draws them in.

I was also having minor agita in the reproductive room because my biological clock was ticking loudly. There were these phrases on the walls throughout the exhibit, and in the reproductive room there was a statistic written about how a male’s fertility starts going down after age 35. Tick, tick, tick… D said “Did you read that thing about a male’s fertility?” I said nothing. “Good thing I’m not 35!” “You know, a woman’s fertility goes down too, even more than a man’s… it’s good to have your first by 35, because if you don’t, it gets harder and harder to conceive.” He laughed.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!!”

The whole exhibit made me very serious.

The development room was after the reproductive room, and there was sign that said something to the effect of “You may not want to go into this room” for various reasons.

“Whatever,” I thought. “I’ve made it this far, I’ll go in there. How bad could it be?”

It was awful. Real, dead babies. Preserved. Not just embryos, which is sad enough. But near-term babies, preserved in the skin. They didn’t really look like real babies. I’d probably have fainted if they had. (There was, however, one cool portion where they’d stained developing fetuses with some dye that binds to calcium to demonstrate bone growth throughout development.)

So this? Not necessary. It didn’t have to be real babies. Nobody would know! Maybe they weren’t real babies. They didn’t look like real babies, but they claimed that everything in the exhibit was real.

I experienced major agita. Near tears, I blazed through the final room, uninterested and experiencing great animosity for the exhibit. I lingered a bit at the information desk where a woman, at whom I cast many a mean glance, answered questions and told exhibit-goers about the fixation process.

Someone asked where the bodies came from. She answered that they were all from China and that most of them were bodies donated to science or bodies with no known next of kin. Someone inquired as to the Chinese prisoner origin of the bodies. She danced around the issue and explained why that wouldn’t be likely without actually saying that it was not the case. When asked about the fetuses, she explained that they were either miscarried and donated by mothers or that they were found in dead bodies.

Dear god.

There is no way a mother would knowingly consent to having her child’s dead body on display in a $25 exhibit. No freaking way.

I can’t help but wonder if these mothers donated their babies to science, hoping to help someone else down the line through research.

Yes, you can argue that having these babies on display does help someone down the line. Knowledge! Prevention! Etc.!

But it’s still greatly disturbing, and I don’t imagine a doctor said “Can we please have your baby so that we can fix it and display it in a case for people around the world to see?”

I wish I hadn’t gone. My stomach was upset for the rest of the day, and every time I see and ad for the exhibit I feel ill. I think it just went a little too far, otherwise it would have been cool. I understand the need to be comprehensive, and its just an issue with which I have personal problems. If you get the opportunity to see it, you should go. Most people love it. D loved it, and the people in the exhibit (and others I know who have seen it) were enthralled.

The end.