The International Red Cross and Red Crescent Museum houses an extraordinary collection of 'prisoners' objects'. These were made by prison inmates and presented to the ICRC delegates who visited them, as provided for by the Geneva Conventions. For over a century, these objects have borne mute witness to the numerous violent episodes that continue to ravage our planet, from Chile, Vietnam, Algeria and Yugoslavia, to Rwanda and Afghanistan. Made from simple materials - whatever comes to hand in a prison - these objects express the need to escape the world of the jailbird. As a Lebanese inmate puts it, 'Creating is a way of acquiring freedom of expression, it gives us a means to say what we think while everything we see around urges us to keep quiet and to forget who we are.' While some of these works touch us through their simplicity, others astonish us with their beauty or ingeniousness.
Each bears the imprint of a personal story loaded with emotion, inviting us on a journey through time and collective history.
On one hand, I really liked the selection of art curated in this book. On the other hand, I thought the accompanying texts / essays written by the Red Cross aid workers were masturbatory, pretentious, and often inconsiderate and condescending towards the plight of poor people / prisoners. These guys writing these things are less like Johnny Cash and more like the white girls that get sent to Africa for UNICEF photo-ops. I'll leave a neutral score, the highs and lows kind-of balance each other out.