One of my fascinating classmates brought in huge blocks of clay...we had our 3 hour class on "ethnography and conflict" and rather than taking notes on our laptops, we sculpted bones. These bones are going to be placed, I believe on the Mall in Washington DC to represent the victims of genocide. First of all, I'm not ever sure I've sculpted a bone and doing so with the thought of genocide victims in mind was harrowing.
To talk about genocide while "touching" the bones felt surreal. Sometimes there are no words.