oh, the inhumanity
A macabre encyclopedia of humanity’s most creative cruelties
Garroting
They called it mercy, but it sounded like a screw tightening in the dark. The condemned sat in a plain wooden chair, an iron collar closing around the throat, and with each slow turn the world narrowed to pressure, silence, and the tidy brutality empires preferred to call civilization.
Public Hanging
They called it justice. It looked like carpentry elevated into theology. The rope creaked, the crowd murmured, and the scaffold waited with the patience of a tool that knew its work. In every civilization that raised a beam and tied a knot, hanging became less a method than a message — a lesson written on a human body at the highest point in town.