Habitat for Inhumanity
Every now and then you see something you almost wish you had not seen.
It disturbs you; it forces you to realize something about your world that you might rather not think about.
Below, watch Canada’s first prefab prison being built. It’s not far, just minutes away from my comfortable home where I can settle in one of several rooms filled with the paraphernalia of my life and look out into my yard or my street, open the door and step out or just crack the window and hear bird song. Reminds me of Johnny Cash singing at Folsom Prison.
There is nothing humane about prisons, no matter what the spin. Who ‘deserves’ to be in one? There are no simple answers really, and perhaps that’s what’s most disturbing.
