I grew up in NYC, ca 1948. The state once sent around a large tractor-trailer-type truck that had a copy of The Chair used at Sing Sing set up in the middle. It would arrive in the neighborhood with some fanfare and the parents made all their kids go through it.
While they didn’t strap you in or put the beanie on your head, you did have to sit in it. It was one Helluva experience which even sobered up the tough guys.
That was my epiphany. In later life, when I heard arguments against the death penalty and the “it doesn’t deter crime” B/S came up, I’d tell people how us kids felt after a trip through the truck.
You knew you were up against a stone wall when you heard “That’s Cruel!”, or the piece-de-resistance, “Well, THAT’s just YOUR opinion!”.
Well, like Ron White said, Texas is a death penalty state...
We have an “express lane” on our death row...