Keeping kids frenetically entertained is ruining our museums

Brian Switek

Brian Switek

is a science writer whose work has appeared in National GeographicSlate, The Wall Street Journal and New Scientist, among others. He is the author of three books, including Written in Stone (2010). 

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Brian Switek

is a science writer whose work has appeared in National GeographicSlate, The Wall Street Journal and New Scientist, among others. He is the author of three books, including Written in Stone (2010). 

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You’d think that a hall of taxidermied animals would be the epitome of quiet. The animals were all shot, skinned and propped up against idyllic backdrops decades ago, mute muses for visitors ready to lose themselves for a few quiet moments in nature scenes that they will likely never see firsthand. But on this afternoon in the depths of the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, the whispers of the wild were drowned out by a different sort of noise. Screeches of ‘Smash it! Smash it!’ bounced off the wood and glass cases as a trio of children jumped and danced across an interactive floor mat, trying to squash as many virtual insects as possible.

The pixelated mat seemed out of character for a museum conceived to inspire affection for nature, even for the creepy crawlies. A dragonfly is as worthy of wonder as a bull Steller’s sea lion or wolf pack. But the purpose of the mat was all too clear. Tired-looking parents slouched in chairs around the out-of-place stomping ground, staring off or checking their phones as their kids went nuts. Museums were originally meant to be places of inspiration, literally the ‘seat of the Muses’. In our 21st-century interpretation, however, we expect them to function as providers of kid-oriented entertainment more than anything else.

I wish I could say that the cacophony I encountered in Denver was an isolated case. It’s not. Whenever I visit a natural history museum, especially if I’m intent on seeing the dinosaurs, I try to arrive early and race over to the exhibits before the school groups and strollers are set loose upon the floor. And I’m not alone in my concerns. As I’ve chatted with other museum-goers, the same lament has come up over and over again: as a culture, we’ve been steadily nudging natural history museums to become more like theme parks or the cartoonish restaurant chain Chuck E Cheese’s. (As Tiffany Jenkins has pointed out, the same problems plague today’s anthropology and art institutions as well, not to mention aquariums and zoos.) If visitors leave with even a chunklet of new knowledge, it’s a win.

We are facing the gradual extinction of what makes us uniquely human, our yearning for discovery. The strength of museums isn’t in loud displays that deliver pat answers, or in flashy diversions to keep the little ones busy. Their most potent elements are the authentic wonders silently on display, items that cannot be seen anywhere else. I’ll always treasure my memory of visiting the old dinosaur halls in the American Museum of Natural History when I was five, standing beneath the bones of the ‘Brontosaurus’ with my imagination running full tilt about what this animal looked like, moved like, and sounded like. It’s what set me on the path of writing about prehistoric life as a career. In years to come, I’m sure we’ll hear the next generation convey similar stories, focusing on the one exhibit or display that warmed their hearts to natural history – if we give them the chance. I hope they’ll have the same room for contemplation that I had as a child, but I fear that they will share my other experience: ambling the dim halls to ponder life from the darkest ocean depths to prehistoric lost worlds, only to run headlong into barely supervised day camps and school groups howling at interactive screens and meaningless sand pits.

Not that the failure lies entirely with the museums. There are some places in society where we all agree that visitors should be respectful and quiet. Everyone knows that libraries and churches deserve this status, yet somehow we’ve decided not to extend the same courtesy to museums. As a museum worker friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) often says: ‘They treat this place like we’re here to babysit!’ The problem is not that kids are present in the halls. It’s that their parents and supervisors too often turn them loose to run as wild as the animals that wound up being stuffed into the display cases.

Treating the museums as places of instant gratification cheats the children as well as those of us waiting for the yelling to move along to the next hall. Natural history is something best experienced together. Adults can benefit from a child’s unbridled enthusiasm; children need adults to provide context for how everything goes together. A little bit of attention can make the difference between simply seeing a dinosaur and getting a first inkling of concepts such as Deep Time and how life has been changing ever since its origin. Or realising that some of those animals behind glass were among the last of their kind, solemnly gunned down so that they might not be totally lost to us.

Looming skeletons of carnivorous dinosaurs and snarling grizzlies shot for 20th-century taxidermists are not kids’ stuff. They’re for everybody, including those who have grown up with fond memories of the dim museum halls where they first encountered the connection between themselves and the span of life on Earth. Such moments can’t be bought or planned. We need to bring something to them ourselves. A museum comes alive when our curiosity leads the way. When we can let our minds wander, we discover not only fragments of our world in these spaces, but the threads that connect us to them. We can cultivate a fondness for what resonates within us, whether that be extinct monsters, the call of the wild, or unsuspected depths of human culture.

Walk into a natural history museum expecting to be entertained and you will miss almost everything. Bring your questions. Bring your patience. Bring your expectation – and, if necessary, your demand – that the museum provides safe spaces where fascination can take root at its own pace. Wonder is an endangered species, and museums are among the few places where you can still discover it for yourself.

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