That's Charity Hospital. My family would rather die than go there for treatment. Imagine the worst things you've ever feared about a Victorian insane asylum, a third world prison, and a Soviet orphanage, and you have Charity Hospital. Once, I had poison ivy so bad we had to go to there, and I sat in the emergency room for nine hours next to a corpse in a body bag. There were two stab victims, and a cop came in shot. When the doctor finally saw me, he didn't speak English. A nurse had to translate. I'm not making this up, people.
Lord I Just Can't Keep from Crying - Blind Willie Johnson