Back in my teen years a friend brought over a VHS tape with the invitingly lurid title, “Faces of Death.” The video was a compilation of footage depicting the various and inhuman ways we humans kill one another. Being young and curious, we watched it.
Though images from that video still haunt me, the scene that cost me the most sleep was an execution. I can still picture the electric chair and the way the man’s limbs flex as the jolts from ol’ Sparky hit him. Drool spills from his mouth, every muscle spasms and blood seeps out beneath the …