During the past year, I found it hard to explain, to family and friends, a strange truth. I was reporting on places where starvation and dehydration deaths had unfolded across a span of weeks or months—but these were not overseas famine zones or traditional theatres of war. Instead, they were sites of domestic lawlessness: American county jails. After meeting Carlin and Karina, I identified and scrutinized more than fifty cases of individuals who, in recent years, had starved to death, died of dehydration, or lost their lives to related medical crises in county jails. In some cases, hundreds of hours of abusive neglect were captured on video, relevant portions of which I reviewed. One lawyer, before sharing a confidential jail-death video, warned me, “It will stain your brain.” It did.
The victims were astoundingly diverse. Some, like Mary, were older. Some were teen-agers. Some were military veterans. Many were parents. In nearly all the cases I reviewed, the individuals were locked up pretrial, often on questionable charges. Many were being held in jail because they could not afford bail, or because their mental state made it hard for them to call family to express their need for it. (These jail deaths would not have occurred, several lawyers pointed out to me, in the absence of the cash-bail system.) Others were awaiting psychiatric evaluation or a court-mandated hospital bed. Often, the starvation victims were held in solitary confinement or other forms of isolation, which is well proved to deepen psychosis. Some were given no toilet and no functioning faucet, or were expected to sleep on mats on concrete floors, in rooms where the lights never turned off.
Is this the first time you've tried to read a magazine article? Are you not familiar with the genre? You're making a category error here, like getting angry at a bagel for not tasting like a doughnut. The purpose is not "first and foremost" to provide information in a reverse-pyramid format. In this case it's to provide pathos and to instill in the reader the realization that "Oh, shit, this could easily happen to me or someone I care about." John McPhee's articles - also very long! I guess no one has ever read him! Certainly not anyone normal! - provide a structural model. McPhee often writes about geology or geography or some such, but in the context of an experience. He'll go on a rafting journey on the Colorado River and will use dialogue with his guide to provide some information, and then zoom out to give a big (big, big) picture account of the geology of the Grand Canyon.
It's the same thing in Stillman's articles on the prison system (and other New Yorker articles, like this one about the execution of Cameron Todd Willingham, which has stuck with me for 16 years), and Mary Casey's family probably saw one of Stillman's articles about asset forfeiture or felony murder and decided that she could be the one to tell their mother's story. Is it liberal Pulitzer bait? Sure. But until leftists get New Yorker money we're going to rely not only on the stats but also the narratives in these pieces. Sometimes taking a systemic injustice and giving it a particular human face is what connects with people, the way Savita Halappanavar's story was what led to the legalization of abortion in Ireland.
I find it funny that you thought that because I didn't enjoy the long-winded ramblings of some insufferable cosmopolitan liberal that I might be interested more of the same. The New Yorker sucks as a magazine. It's writers suck. It's readers suck which by the good graces of our collective ADHD none of us here are. Like I said, nobody here read the actual article and I don't think you read these two articles, either.
This you?
I have more respect for people who goon than these writers. Both acts are masturbatory but at least gooning is pleasurable.