Chapter Six
Offred and Ofglen leave All Flesh and choose the long route, stopping at Ofglen’s request to “pass by the church.” The sun is bright, clouds like “headless sheep,” but their “wings” and “blinkers” force them to glance upward in brief, fragmented looks. They walk past a river‑side boathouse, old dormitories with painted turrets, and a football stadium used for Men’s Salvagings. When they reach the small, centuries‑old church‑turned‑museum, they remain outside, noting its free admission, the interior paintings of women in sombre dresses and unsmiling men, and the weathered gravestones with skulls, crossed bones, angels, hourglasses, urns, and willow trees. Ofglen bows her head as if praying, a habit Offred suspects may be linked to a personal loss, though she doubts its sincerity.
Turning away, they come to the Wall, a centuries‑old red‑brick barrier now fitted with sentry‑post floodlights, barbed wire, and broken‑glass spikes. Beside the main gate there are six bodies hanging by the necks, hands tied, white bags covering their heads, some stained with blood. The hanging men are recently executed “Men’s Salvage” victims—doctors or scientists—each wearing a white coat and a placard around the neck depicting a human foetus, marking them as “angel‑makers” retroactively condemned for illegal abortions. Offred notes the hooks in the brick, the eerie “steel question‑mark” shapes, the white bags that make the heads look like empty snowmen, and the single bag with blood seeping through, forming a gruesome red smile. She reflects on the intended horror of the display, the regime’s demand for hatred, and her own blank, detached reaction, noting a small relief that none of the bodies is Luke. Offred juxtaposes the red of the blood‑stained bag with the red tulips in Serena Joy’s garden, concluding that each object exists independently. She feels a tremor in Ofglen, wonders if she is crying, and tightens her grip on her basket, reminding herself to appear ordinary as Aunt Lydia taught. The scene ends with Offred observing the Wall’s spectacle, the guards and sentries, and the silent, forced conformity demanded of the Handmaids.