i live near pennhurst and a lot of kids from my highschool went exploring there, including myself. We always went at night and sometimes lights would be on. The lights that were on were usually near the administration building and they were ALWAYS in teh basements or tunnels. I have no idea how or why the lights were turned on and off.
But it's a lot easier to pretend it's the "good guys and the bad guys", isn't it? I don't know why people avoid taking the extra step of looking at the complex fabric that is life, but I suppose it's less effort to live that way, plus it can also be a lot more dramatic when you want it to be. Funny thing is, people with disabilities hate to be pitied and hate for people to speak for them without checking it out with them first. They believe, just like everyone else, that it is degrading to make assumptions about them just because they have a handicap. They like people to talk WITH them, not ABOUT them, to see what it's like to walk in their shoes (or roll in their chair). People who want to make this a one-note play sometimes do as much harm, albeit unintentionally, as the people they claim are the problem. Both sides act like folks with disabilities are "things" to be taken care of when what these people want is just to be treated like any other human being. Pity can be as deadly as neglect or abuse because it leads to folks with disabilities being seen as less than human. These are people FIRST; THEN they are people who have disabilities.
Out of all the photos on this site the ones of this playroom of horrors were the ones that I found truly creepy and disturbing.Pennhurst I think might be the one location covered here that gives off the biggest feeling of dread.