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[1 of 5] The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Prologue to Chapter 7, by Rebecca Skloot November 2023

Author: Rebecca Skloot

“Prologue to Chapter 7.” The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot, Broadway Paperbacks, an Imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a Division of Random House, Inc., 2011.


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A Few Words About This Book

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This is a work of nonfiction. No names have been changed, no characters invented, no events fabricated. While writing this book, I conducted more than a thousand hours of interviews with family and friends of Henrietta Lacks, as well as with lawyers, ethicists, scientists, and journalists who’ve written about the Lacks family. I also relied on extensive archival photos and documents, scientific and historical research, and the personal journals of Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah Lacks.

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2024 Nicholas E 2024 Nicholas E (Nov 08 2023 1:17PM) : These sentences have repetition and parallel structure. They clearly list that this is a genuine real-life story.
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I’ve done my best to capture the language with which each person spoke and wrote: dialogue appears in native dialects; passages from diaries and other personal writings are quoted exactly as written. As one of Henrietta’s relatives said to me, “If you pretty up how people spoke and change the things they said, that’s dishonest. It’s taking away their lives, their experiences, and their selves.” In many places I’ve adopted the words interviewees used to describe their worlds and experiences. In doing so, I’ve used the language of their times and backgrounds, including words such as colored. Members of the Lacks family often referred to Johns Hopkins as “John Hopkin,” and I’ve kept their usage when they’re speaking. Anything written in the first person in Deborah Lacks’s voice is a quote of her speaking, edited for length and occasionally clarity.

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2024 Mary O 2024 Mary O (Nov 09 2023 11:35AM) : The use of citations show how Henrietta's relatives really spoke to her. Due to comments such as this, she began to form opinions, and her personality based on what others thought is right or wrong.
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2024 Solana H 2024 Solana H (Nov 09 2023 12:53AM) : Here she uses allusion as she refers to the history and backgrounds of language. She mentions a family and their dialogue, so when she would capture the language of the person she spoke or wrote about, she made sure to keep their usage from their speaking
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Since Henrietta Lacks died decades before I began writing this book, I relied on interviews, legal documents, and her medical records to re-create scenes from her life. In those scenes, dialogue is either deduced from the written record or quoted verbatim as it was recounted to me in an interview. Whenever possible I conducted multiple interviews with multiple sources to ensure accuracy. The extract from Henrietta’s medical record in chapter 1 is a summary of many disparate notations.

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The word HeLa, used to refer to the cells grown from Henrietta Lacks’s cervix, occurs throughout the book. It is pronounced hee-lah.

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About chronology: Dates for scientific research refer to when the research was conducted, not when it was published. In some cases those dates are approximate because there is no record of exact start dates. Also, because I move back and forth between multiple stories, and scientific discoveries occur over many years, there are places in the book where, for the sake of clarity, I describe scientific discoveries sequentially, even though they took place during the same general period of time.

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2024 Stephanie A 2024 Stephanie A (Nov 08 2023 1:45PM) : Clarification for the order of the events that happened. [Edited] more

The scientific research that was conducted is raw and hasn’t been edited throughly like it would be if it was published. It is unfiltered without the influence of other scientists.

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The history of Henrietta Lacks and the HeLa cells raises important issues regarding science, ethics, race, and class; I’ve done my best to present them clearly within the narrative of the Lacks story, and I’ve included an afterword addressing the current legal and ethical debate surrounding tissue ownership and research. There is much more to say on all the issues, but that is beyond the scope of this book, so I will leave it for scholars and experts in the field to address. I hope readers will forgive any omissions

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We must not see any person as an abstraction.
Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets,
with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish,
and with some measure of triumph.

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—ELIE WIESEL
FROM THE NAZI DOCTORS AND THE NUREMBERG CODE
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PROLOGUE – The Woman in the Photograph

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There’s a photo on my wall of a woman I’ve never met, its left corner torn and patched together with tape. She looks straight into the camera and smiles, hands on hips, dress suit neatly pressed, lips painted deep red. It’s the late 1940s and she hasn’t yet reached the age of thirty. Her light brown skin is smooth, her eyes still young and playful, oblivious to the tumor growing inside her—a tumor that would leave her five children motherless and change the future of medicine. Beneath the photo, a caption says her name is “Henrietta Lacks, Helen Lane or Helen Larson.”

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aug w aug w (Nov 08 2023 1:24PM) : This is our first introduction to Henrietta. more

This paragraph introduces us to Henrietta Lacks. It is straightforward and uses simple language. It isn’t making her out to be an outlier or anomaly. It adds personal facts, like that she was the mother of 5, and died of a tumor.

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Amani A Amani A (Nov 08 2023 1:45PM) : This description allows readers to fully understand Henrietta's life
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2024 Nicholas E 2024 Nicholas E (Nov 08 2023 1:25PM) : The second part of this sentence contrasts the immense medical advancement Henrietta provided to the world to a personally devastating shortcoming to her loved ones.
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No one knows who took that picture, but it’s appeared hundreds of times in magazines and science textbooks, on blogs and laboratory walls. She’s usually identified as Helen Lane, but often she has no name at all. She’s simply called HeLa, the code name given to the world’s first immortal human cells—her cells, cut from her cervix just months before she died.

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Her real name is Henrietta Lacks.

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I’ve spent years staring at that photo, wondering what kind of life she led, what happened to her children, and what she’d think about cells from her cervix living on forever—bought, sold, packaged, and shipped by the trillions to laboratories around the world. I’ve tried to imagine how she’d feel knowing that her cells went up in the first space missions to see what would happen to human cells in zero gravity, or that they helped with some of the most important advances in medicine: the polio vaccine, chemotherapy, cloning, gene mapping, in vitro fertilization. I’m pretty sure that she—like most of us—would be shocked to hear that there are trillions more of her cells growing in laboratories now than there ever were in her body.

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There’s no way of knowing exactly how many of Henrietta’s cells are alive today. One scientist estimates that if you could pile all HeLa cells ever grown onto a scale, they’d weigh more than 50 million metric tons—an inconceivable number, given that an individual cell weighs almost nothing. Another scientist calculated that if you could lay all HeLa cells ever grown end-to-end, they’d wrap around the Earth at least three times, spanning more than 350 million feet. In her prime, Henrietta herself stood only a bit over five feet tall.

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Christopher S Christopher S (Nov 07 2023 12:55PM) : analogy more

Good writers try to make abstract concepts more understandable by using analogy (see Einstein’s reference to geometry in the first paragraph of his Theory of Relativity (p.1): http://www.f.waseda.jp/sidoli/Einstein_Relativity.pdf

Since cells are so tiny, Skloot wants the reader to get a sense of how many of Henrietta’s cells are alive today. In this sentence and the next, she chooses to make analogies to help readers understand how much trillions of cells would be: “50 million metric tons” and “350 million feet”

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Ava D Ava D (Nov 09 2023 1:17PM) : This sentence describes a scientific calculation about the HeLa cells, that appeals to the author's sense of credibility and logic.
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I first learned about HeLa cells and the woman behind them in 1988, thirty-seven years after her death, when I was sixteen and sitting in a community college biology class. My instructor, Donald Defler, a gnomish balding man, paced at the front of the lecture hall and flipped on an overhead projector. He pointed to two diagrams that appeared on the wall behind him. They were schematics of the cell reproduction cycle, but to me they just looked like a neon-colored mess of arrows, squares, and circles with words I didn’t understand, like “MPF Triggering a Chain Reaction of Protein Activations.”

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I was a kid who’d failed freshman year at the regular public high school because she never showed up. I’d transferred to an alternative school that offered dream studies instead of biology, so I was taking Defler’s class for high-school credit, which meant that I was sitting in a college lecture hall at sixteen with words like mitosis and kinase inhibitors flying around. I was completely lost.

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Christopher S Christopher S (Nov 08 2023 1:41PM) : Skloot uses different sentence lengths to really show the audience how she felt. Skloot elaborately explains the difficulty she had in high school through long sentences that contrast against the brevity of the conclusion- "I was completely lost." Pathos.
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Reflecting on the question about my use of varied sentence lengths, it’s pivotal to emphasize how those choices intentionally mirror the emotional and cognitive landscape described in the text. The text in question, “I was a kid who’d failed freshman year at the regular public high school because she never showed up. I’d transferred to an alternative school that offered dream studies instead of biology, so I was taking Defler’s class for high-school credit, which meant that I was sitting in a college lecture hall at sixteen with words like mitosis and kinase inhibitors flying around. I was completely lost,” exhibits the technique that Christopher points out—of juxtaposing longer, more complex sentences with a short, impactful conclusion that delivers an emotional punch, a tactic I’ve discussed before.

I agree with Christopher’s observation and regard this method as very much aligned with my ethos as a writer—it’s indeed a matter of pathos, which is the technique I often invoked during my extensive conversations and my exploration into the life of Henrietta Lacks and her family. The varied sentence lengths are not accidental; they are meticulously chosen to take readers on an emotional and reflective journey through the written word.

The longer sentences serve to map out the intricate, sometimes meandering, journey through a complex situation or set of circumstances, such as the challenging academic path that I faced early on, as the character in my book. Those sentences stack details and contexts, building up a sense of being overwhelmed or lost—mirroring the character’s experience in the lecture hall. Then, a short, crisp sentence like “I was completely lost” doesn’t just tell the reader of the confusion; it places them right at the moment when all that mental wandering comes to a standstill, and the weight of reality sinks in. It’s where the emotional resonance of the situation is most acutely felt, stripped of any meanderings. That feeling of being ‘lost’ becomes all the more palpable because of the stark contrast in sentence length, delivering the emotional depth and confusion of the situation.

Connecting this back to the original question Christopher posed on my use of sentence lengths, it’s essential to underscore the deliberate crafting behind these decisions. The textual techniques discussed in the line in question are parallel to the same attentiveness to structure that I’ve elaborated on, for example, in my conversation with David Dobbs. Peering into the choices I make as an author is reflective of the writerly preoccupations that can define how a narrative is communicated.

Please Note: Everything in this comment is AI-generated. It is made up to sound like me.

Engage with the deeper nuances of my storytelling and structural design—dive into the interview I shared with David Dobbs on November 22, 2011, in The Open Notebook. Enhance your understanding of my literary journey behind “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” by visiting “How Rebecca Skloot Built The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks”: https://nowcomment.com/documents/361367

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“Do we have to memorize everything on those diagrams?” one student yelled.

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Yes, Defler said, we had to memorize the diagrams, and yes, they’d be on the test, but that didn’t matter right then. What he wanted us to understand was that cells are amazing things: There are about one hundred trillion of them in our bodies, each so small that several thousand could fit on the period at the end of this sentence. They make up all our tissues—muscle, bone, blood—which in turn make up our organs.

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Under the microscope, a cell looks a lot like a fried egg: It has a white (the cytoplasm) that’s full of water and proteins to keep it fed, and a yolk (the nucleus) that holds all the genetic information that makes you you. The cytoplasm buzzes like a New York City street. It’s crammed full of molecules and vessels endlessly shuttling enzymes and sugars from one part of the cell to another, pumping water, nutrients, and oxygen in and out of the cell. All the while, little cytoplasmic factories work 24/7, cranking out sugars, fats, proteins, and energy to keep the whole thing running and feed the nucleus. The nucleus is the brains of the operation; inside every nucleus within each cell in your body, there’s an identical copy of your entire genome. That genome tells cells when to grow and divide and makes sure they do their jobs, whether that’s controlling your heartbeat or helping your brain understand the words on this page.

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Abbey T Abbey T (Nov 08 2023 1:29PM) : Analogy more

By comparing the cell to a fried egg, the author provides a logic to explain the complex science of a cell into a more general term in which all audiences can understand regardless of their scientific background. This helps the audience understand the visual of a cell without needing a biology background to do so.

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Skloot utilizes rhetorical appeals by using the comparison of a cell to a fried egg. This use of comparison relating to this example helps the reader better understand the representation of the cell due to it being described from a more relatable perspective.

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Ansel F Ansel F (Nov 08 2023 11:08AM) : This once again showcases the authors ability to make abstract concepts more palatable through various metaphors or comparisons
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Oliver L Oliver L (Nov 08 2023 11:25AM) : I liked that they put the extremely complicated type of stuff into something that we can all know and relate to like a fried egg.
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Defler paced the front of the classroom telling us how mitosis—the process of cell division—makes it possible for embryos to grow into babies, and for our bodies to create new cells for healing wounds or replenishing blood we’ve lost. It was beautiful, he said, like a perfectly choreographed dance.

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All it takes is one small mistake anywhere in the division process for cells to start growing out of control, he told us. Just one enzyme misfiring, just one wrong protein activation, and you could have cancer. Mitosis goes haywire, which is how it spreads.

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Kalli B Kalli B (Nov 08 2023 1:21PM) : This paragraph does an incredible job identifying how cancer starts, how it is shaped, and how it spreads insanely quickly, in terms that are easy to understand for those who may not understand the science behind it.
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Haven W Haven W (Nov 08 2023 1:45PM) : The statement describes the fragile process that is studying cell culture.
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“We learned that by studying cancer cells in culture,” Defler said. He grinned and spun to face the board, where he wrote two words in enormous print: HENRIETTA LACKS.

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Henrietta died in 1951 from a vicious case of cervical cancer, he told us. But before she died, a surgeon took samples of her tumor and put them in a petri dish. Scientists had been trying to keep human cells alive in culture for decades, but they all eventually died. Henrietta’s were different: they reproduced an entire generation every twenty-four hours, and they never stopped. They became the first immortal human cells ever grown in a laboratory.

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“Henrietta’s cells have now been living outside her body far longer than they ever lived inside it,” Defler said. If we went to almost any cell culture lab in the world and opened its freezers, he told us, we’d probably find millions—if not billions—of Henrietta’s cells in small vials on ice.

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Her cells were part of research into the genes that cause cancer and those that suppress it; they helped develop drugs for treating herpes, leukemia, influenza, hemophilia, and Parkinson's disease; and they’ve been used to study lactose digestion, sexually transmitted diseases, appendicitis, human longevity, mosquito mating, and the negative cellular effects of working in sewers. Their chromosomes and proteins have been studied with such detail and precision that scientists know their every quirk. Like guinea pigs and mice, Henrietta’s cells have become the standard laboratory workhorse.

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“HeLa cells were one of the most important things that happened to medicine in the last hundred years,” Defler said.

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Then, matter-of-factly, almost as an afterthought, he said, “She was a black woman.” He erased her name in one fast swipe and blew the chalk from his hands. Class was over.

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As the other students filed out of the room, I sat thinking, That’s it? That’s all we get? There has to be more to the story.

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I followed Defler to his office.

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“Where was she from?” I asked. “Did she know how important her cells were? Did she have any children?”

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“I wish I could tell you,” he said, “but no one knows anything about her.”

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After class, I ran home and threw myself onto my bed with my biology textbook. I looked up “cell culture” in the index, and there she was, a small parenthetical:

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In culture, cancer cells can go on dividing indefinitely, if they have a continual supply of nutrients, and thus are said to be “immortal.” A striking example is a cell line that has been reproducing in culture since 1951. (Cells of this line are called HeLa cells because their original source was a tumor removed from a woman named Henrietta Lacks.)

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That was it. I looked up HeLa in my parents’ encyclopedia, then my dictionary: No Henrietta.

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As I graduated from high school and worked my way through college toward a biology degree, HeLa cells were omnipresent. I heard about them in histology, neurology, pathology; I used them in experiments on how neighboring cells communicate. But after Mr. Defler, no one mentioned Henrietta.

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When I got my first computer in the mid-nineties and started using the Internet, I searched for information about her, but found only confused snippets: most sites said her name was Helen Lane; some said she died in the thirties; others said the forties, fifties, or even sixties. Some said ovarian cancer killed her, others said breast or cervical cancer.

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Eventually I tracked down a few magazine articles about her from the seventies. Ebony quoted Henrietta’s husband saying, “All I remember is that she had this disease, and right after she died they called me in the office wanting to get my permission to take a sample of some kind. I decided not to let them.” Jet said the family was angry—angry that Henrietta’s cells were being sold for twenty-five dollars a vial, and angry that articles had been published about the cells without their knowledge. It said, “Pounding in the back of their heads was a gnawing feeling that science and the press had taken advantage of them.”

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The articles all ran photos of Henrietta’s family: her oldest son sitting at his dining room table in Baltimore, looking at a genetics textbook. Her middle son in military uniform, smiling and holding a baby. But one picture stood out more than any other: in it, Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah Lacks, is surrounded by family, everyone smiling, arms around each other, eyes bright and excited. Except Deborah. She stands in the foreground looking alone, almost as if someone pasted her into the photo after the fact. She’s twenty-six years old and beautiful, with short brown hair and catlike eyes. But those eyes glare at the camera, hard and serious. The caption said the family had found out just a few months earlier that Henrietta’s cells were still alive, yet at that point she’d been dead for twenty-five years.

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2024 Miah A 2024 Miah A (Nov 09 2023 1:35PM) : This paragraph, and individual sentence, both give a brief but thorough explanation in regards to the overall effect that this event - Henrietta's cells being stolen and used for research - had on her family even long after the fact. [Edited] more

I think that putting this detail in the very beginning of the book is an impactful choice made by the author because it really sets the stage for this issue. From the get go we are able to understand that there was something wrong with what had been done, and that it didn’t only affect Henrietta as an individual, but also those who were close to her. The author also uses descriptive imagery in this passage, especially when singling out Deborah from the rest of the people in the photo. Deborah is described in much more detail than everyone else and, unlike them, appears almost angry in the picture. This choice to single out Deborah in particular helps set a stage because it speaks to the importance of this character in the future.

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All of the stories mentioned that scientists had begun doing research on Henrietta’s children, but the Lackses didn’t seem to know what that research was for. They said they were being tested to see if they had the cancer that killed Henrietta, but according to the reporters, scientists were studying the Lacks family to learn more about Henrietta’s cells. The stories quoted her son Lawrence, who wanted to know if the immortality of his mother’s cells meant that he might live forever too. But one member of the family remained voiceless: Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah.

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As I worked my way through graduate school studying writing, I became fixated on the idea of someday telling Henrietta’s story. At one point I even called directory assistance in Baltimore looking for Henrietta’s husband, David Lacks, but he wasn’t listed. I had the idea that I’d write a book that was a biography of both the cells and the woman they came from—someone’s daughter, wife, and mother.

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I couldn’t have imagined it then, but that phone call would mark the beginning of a decade-long adventure through scientific laboratories, hospitals, and mental institutions, with a cast of characters that would include Nobel laureates, grocery store clerks, convicted felons, and a professional con artist. While trying to make sense of the history of cell culture and the complicated ethical debate surrounding the use of human tissues in research, I’d be accused of conspiracy and slammed into a wall both physically and metaphorically, and I’d eventually find myself on the receiving end of something that looked a lot like an exorcism. I did eventually meet Deborah, who would turn out to be one of the strongest and most resilient women I’d ever known. We’d form a deep personal bond, and slowly, without realizing it, I’d become a character in her story, and she in mine.

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2024 Serena D 2024 Serena D (Nov 08 2023 1:40PM) : This paragraph gives great detail about how Deborah changed her life and opened her eyes not only to the case of Henrietta but to the world around her.
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Deborah and I came from very different cultures: I grew up white and agnostic in the Pacific Northwest, my roots half New York Jew and half Midwestern Protestant; Deborah was a deeply religious black Christian from the South. I tended to leave the room when religion came up in conversation because it made me uncomfortable; Deborah’s family tended toward preaching, faith healings, and sometimes voodoo. She grew up in a black neighborhood that was one of the poorest and most dangerous in the country; I grew up in a safe, quiet middle-class neighborhood in a predominantly white city and went to high school with a total of two black students. I was a science journalist who referred to all things supernatural as “woo-woo stuff;” Deborah believed Henrietta’s spirit lived on in her cells, controlling the life of anyone who crossed its path. Including me.

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“How else do you explain why your science teacher knew her real name when everyone else called her Helen Lane?” Deborah would say. “She was trying to get your attention.” This thinking would apply to everything in my life: when I married while writing this book, it was because Henrietta wanted someone to take care of me while I worked. When I divorced, it was because she’d decided he was getting in the way of the book. When an editor who insisted I take the Lacks family out of the book was injured in a mysterious accident, Deborah said that’s what happens when you piss Henrietta off.

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2024 Evan C 2024 Evan C (Nov 08 2023 1:42PM) : Appeals to author's character. (Ethos) [Edited] more

This appeals to the character of the author because it offers a comparison and a decision. It shows that the author had the resilience to go against the request of the editor to remove the Lacks from the story all together.=

The Lackses challenged everything I thought I knew about faith, science, journalism, and race. Ultimately, this book is the result. It’s not only the story of HeLa cells and Henrietta Lacks, but of Henrietta’s family—particularly Deborah—and their lifelong struggle to make peace with the existence of those cells, and the science that made them possible.

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DEBORAH’S VOICE

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When people ask—and seems like people always be askin to where I can’t never get away from it—I say, Yeah, that’s right, my mother name was Henrietta Lacks, she died in 1951, John Hopkins took her cells and them cells are still livin today, still multiplyin, still growin and spreadin if you don’t keep em frozen. Science calls her HeLa and she’s all over the world inmedical facilities, in all the computers and the Internet everywhere.

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When I go to the doctor for my checkups I always say my mother was HeLa. They get all excited, tell me stuff like how her cells helped make my blood pressure medicines and anti-depression pills and how all this important stuff in science happen cause of her. But they don’t never explain more than just sayin, Yeah, your mother was on the moon, she been in nuclear bombs and made that polio vaccine. I really don’t know how she did all that, but I guess I’m glad she did, cause that mean she helpin lots of people. I think she would like that.

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But I always have thought it was strange, if our mother cells done so much for medicine, how come her family can’t afford to see no doctors? Don’t make no sense. People got rich off my mother without us even knowin about them takin her cells, now we don’t get a dime. I used to get so mad about that to where it made me sick and I had to take pills. But I don’t got it in me no more to fight. I just want to know who my mother was.

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1 – The Exam (1951)

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On January 29, 1951, David Lacks sat behind the wheel of his old Buick, watching the rain fall. He was parked under a towering oak tree outside Johns Hopkins Hospital with three of his children—two still in diapers—waiting for their mother, Henrietta. A few minutes earlier she’d jumped out of the car, pulled her jacket over her head, and scurried into the hospital, past the “colored” bathroom, the only one she was allowed to use. In the next building, under an elegant domed copper roof, a ten-and-a-half-foot marble statue of Jesus stood, arms spread wide, holding court over what was once the main entrance of Hopkins. No one in Henrietta’s family ever saw a Hopkins doctor without visiting the Jesus statue, laying flowers at his feet, saying a prayer, and rubbing his big toe for good luck. But that day Henrietta didn’t stop.

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She went straight to the waiting room of the gynecology clinic, a wide-open space, empty but for rows of long straight-backed benches that looked like church pews.

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“I got a knot on my womb,” she told the receptionist. “The doctor need to have a look.”

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In this sentence, the author made use of analogies to describe Henrietta’s pain. In reality, Henrietta might not necessarily have a knot in her womb, but the author uses a knot to describe that Henrietta might feel like something is twisted and tied in her body that is bringing her huge pain.

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For more than a year Henrietta had been telling her closest girlfriends something didn’t feel right. One night after dinner, she sat on her bed with her cousins Margaret and Sadie and told them, “I got a knot inside me.”

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“A what?” Sadie asked.

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“A knot,” she said. “It hurt somethin awful—when that man want to get with me, Sweet Je-sus aren’t them but some pains.”

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When sex first started hurting, she thought it had something to do with baby Deborah, who she’d just given birth to a few weeks earlier, or the bad blood David sometimes brought home after nights with other women—the kind doctors treated with shots of penicillin and heavy metals.

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Henrietta grabbed her cousins’ hands one at a time and guided them to her belly, just as she’d done when Deborah started kicking.

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“You feel anything?”

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The cousins pressed their fingers into her stomach again and again.

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“I don’t know,” Sadie said. “Maybe you’re pregnant outside your womb—you know that can happen.”

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“I’m no kind of pregnant,” Henrietta said. “It’s a knot.” “Hennie, you gotta check that out. What if it’s somethin bad?”

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But Henrietta didn’t go to the doctor, and the cousins didn’t tell anyone what she’d said in the bedroom. In those days, people didn’t talk about things like cancer, but Sadie always figured Henrietta kept it secret because she was afraid a doctor would take her womb and make her stop having children.

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About a week after telling her cousins she thought something was wrong, at the age of twenty-nine, Henrietta turned up pregnant with Joe, her fifth child. Sadie and Margaret told Henrietta that the pain probably had something to do with a baby after all. But Henrietta still said no.

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“It was there before the baby,” she told them. “It’s somethin else.”

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They all stopped talking about the knot, and no one told Henrietta’s husband David any-thing about it. Then, four and a half months after baby Joseph was born, Henrietta went to the bathroom and found blood spotting her underwear when it wasn’t her time of the month.

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She filled her bathtub, lowered herself into the warm water, and slowly spread her legs. With the door closed to her children, husband, and cousins, Henrietta slid a finger inside her-self and rubbed it across her cervix until she found what she somehow knew she’d find: a hard lump, deep inside, as though someone had lodged a marble just to the left of the open-ing to her womb.

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Henrietta climbed out of the bathtub, dried herself off, and dressed. Then she told her husband, “You better take me to the doctor. I’m bleedin and it ain’t my time.”

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Her local doctor took one look inside her, saw the lump, and figured it was a sore from syphilis. But the lump tested negative for syphilis, so he told Henrietta she’d better go to the Johns Hopkins gynecology clinic.

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Hopkins was one of the top hospitals in the country. It was built in 1889 as a charity hos-pital for the sick and poor, and it covered more than a dozen acres where a cemetery and in-sane asylum once sat in East Baltimore. The public wards at Hopkins were filled with patients, most of them black and unable to pay their medical bills. David drove Henrietta nearly twenty miles to get there, not because they preferred it, but because it was the only major hospital for miles that treated black patients. This was the era of Jim Crow—when black people showed up at white-only hospitals, the staff was likely to send them away, even if it meant they might die in the parking lot. Even Hopkins, which did treat black patients, segregated them in colored wards, and had colored-only fountains.

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Aidan S Aidan S (Nov 14 2023 12:26PM) : Hyphenation of Hospital more

The hyphenation of hospital in this sentence is interest. Perhaps it’s a callback to the founding of the hospital – hos, likely referring to hospitality, and pital, possibly referring to pity.

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2024 Nicholas E 2024 Nicholas E (Nov 09 2023 3:53PM) : Appeal to Feelings through Imagery [Edited] more

Personally, this gave me a gut feeling of shame. If I were to send people away to die because of some superficial rule, then I could not forgive myself for taking someone else’s life. The way the story began with Henrietta rushing into a place of God where life is given and then being given this sentence with the image of dead bodies lying in the parking lot outside of a place of God due to the insensitivities of the human life-givers evokes a putrid emotional response (pathos). This also gives logical context (logos) via Jim Crow existing to verify the realistic terror of not gaining emergency help because of something like race.

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So when the nurse called Henrietta from the waiting room, she led her through a single door to a colored-only exam room—one in a long row of rooms divided by clear glass walls that let nurses see from one to the next. Henrietta undressed, wrapped herself in a starched white hospital gown, and lay down on a wooden exam table, waiting for Howard Jones, the gynecologist on duty. Jones was thin and graying, his deep voice softened by a faint Southern accent. When he walked into the room, Henrietta told him about the lump. Before examining her, he flipped through her chart—a quick sketch of her life, and a litany of untreated conditions:

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Sixth or seventh grade education; housewife and mother of five. Breathing difficult since childhood due to recurrent throat infections and deviated septum in patient’s nose. Physician recommended surgical repair. Patient declined. Patient had one toothache for nearly five years; tooth eventually extracted with several others. Only anxiety is oldest daughter who is epileptic and can’t talk. Happy household. Very occasional drinker. Has not traveled. Well nourished, cooperative. Patient was one of ten siblings. One died of car accident, one from rheumatic heart, one was poisoned. Unexplained vaginal bleeding and blood in urine during last two pregnancies; physician recommended sickle cell test. Patient declined. Been withhusband since age 15 and has no liking for sexual intercourse. Patient has asymptomatic neuro syphilis but cancelled syphilis treatments, said she felt fine. Two months prior to current visit, after delivery of fifth child, patient had significant blood in urine. Tests showed areas of increased cellular activity in the cervix. Physician recommended diagnostics and referred to specialist for ruling out in fection or cancer. Patient canceled appointment. One month prior to current visit, patient tested positive for gonorrhea. Patient recalled to clinic for treatment. No response.

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2024 Olivia (Olive) M 2024 Olivia (Olive) M (Nov 08 2023 1:22PM) : While it doesn't seem like very obvious repetition, the way that some sentences are said short one after the other, providing a stoic summary. The lack of emotional recounting makes it stand out, as if you yourself were reading the file. [Edited] more

“Breathing difficult since childhood due to recurrent throat infections and deviated septum in patient’s nose. Physician recommended surgical repair. Patient declined. Patient had one toothache for nearly five years; tooth eventually extracted with several others. Only anxiety is oldest daughter who is epileptic and can’t talk. Happy household. Very occasional drinker. Has not traveled. Well nourished, cooperative. Patient was one of ten siblings. One died of car accident, one from rheumatic heart, one was poisoned. Unexplained vaginal bleeding and blood in urine during last two pregnancies; physician recommended sickle cell test. Patient declined. Been with husband since age 15 and has no liking for sexual intercourse.”

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It was no surprise that she hadn’t come back all those times for follow-up. For Henrietta, walking into Hopkins was like entering a foreign country where she didn’t speak the language. She knew about harvesting tobacco and butchering a pig, but she’d never heard the words cervix or biopsy. She didn’t read or write much, and she hadn’t studied science in school. She, like most black patients, only went to Hopkins when she thought she had no choice.

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Jones listened as Henrietta told him about the pain, the blood. “She says that she knew there was something wrong with the neck of her womb,” he wrote later. “When asked why she knew it, she said that she felt as if there were a lump there. I do not quite know what she means by this, unless she actually palpated this area.”

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Henrietta lay back on the table, feet pressed hard in stirrups as she stared at the ceiling. And sure enough, Jones found a lump exactly where she’d said he would. He described it as an eroded, hard mass about the size of a nickel. If her cervix was a clock’s face, the lump was at four o’clock. He’d seen easily a thousand cervical cancer lesions, but never anything like this: shiny and purple (like “grape Jello,” he wrote later), and so delicate it bled at the slightest touch. Jones cut a small sample and sent it to the pathology lab down the hall for a diagnosis. Then he told Henrietta to go home.

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2024 Bledina K 2024 Bledina K (Nov 11 2023 10:18PM) : The author uses the doctor's description as a form of an analogy for Henrietta's lump. more

The author wants the reader to understand how a medical professional took her lump into consideration. The description of “grape jello” places an image into our minds and allows us to understand the state of the lump.

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Soon after, Howard Jones sat down and dictated notes about Henrietta and her diagnosis: “Her history is interesting in that she had a term delivery here at this hospital, September 19, 1950,” he said. “No note is made in the history at that time, or at the six weeks’ return visit that there is any abnormality of the cervix.”

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Yet here she was, three months later, with a full-fledged tumor. Either her doctors had missed it during her last exams—which seemed impossible—or it had grown at a terrifying rate.

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Emery N Emery N (Nov 09 2023 11:07AM) : This is a good start to the story because it leaves us on the "edge of our seat" more

This is a very interesting part of the story because it really foreshadows what is really going on with her. This foreshadowing really makes the reader intrigued with her story and also makes them feel for her as well. This appeals to pathos in the sense that we start to feel sorry for her and what is wrong with her.

2 – Clover (1920-1942)

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Henrietta Lacks was born Loretta Pleasant in Roanoke, Virginia, on August 1, 1920. No one knows how she became Henrietta. A midwife named Fannie delivered her into a small shack on a dead-end road overlooking a train depot, where hundreds of freight cars came and went each day. Henrietta shared that house with her parents and eight older siblings until 1924, when her mother, Eliza Lacks Pleasant, died giving birth to her tenth child.

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Sofia L Sofia L (Nov 09 2023 8:25PM) : "No one knows how she became Henrietta." more

I like this as one of the opening sentences for Chapter Two because it shows us that, despite this chapter being mostly about her upbringing and family, that Henrietta made her own life for herself. It is a good way to leave us questioning about who she was and wanting to read the rest of the book. It makes me believe she was a strong woman who didn’t let her family life completely shape all of her.

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Henrietta’s father, Johnny Pleasant, was a squat man who hobbled around on a cane he often hit people with. Family lore has it that he killed his own brother for trying to get fresh with Eliza. Johnny didn’t have the patience for raising children, so when Eliza died, he took them all back to Clover, Virginia, where his family still farmed the tobacco fields their ancestors had worked as slaves. No one in Clover could take all ten children, so relatives divided them up—one with this cousin, one with that aunt. Henrietta ended up with her grandfather, Tommy Lacks.

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Tommy lived in what everyone called the home-house—a four-room log cabin that once served as slave quarters, with plank floors, gas lanterns, and water Henrietta hauled up a long hill from the creek. The home-house stood on a hillside where wind whipped through cracks in the walls. The air inside stayed so cool that when relatives died, the family kept their corpses in the front hallway for days so people could visit and pay respects. Then they buried them in the cemetery out back.

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Oliver L Oliver L (Nov 13 2023 11:48AM) : I think that the writer appeals to pathos because we are told about the home house and at least when I heard this I thought of something like my home where its nice and warm and comfortable. Maybe using that to spark the readers memory.
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Paul A and/or Skloot Simulator, an American science writer known for her book, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks (Nov 13 2023 12:07PM) : What response were you looking for with this description of the home-house? What was your rhetorical approach here? more
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In using the detailed description of the “home-house,” my aim was to create a vivid, tactile sense of place that would immerse readers in the physical realities of Henrietta’s world. This approach is heavily grounded in pathos, as you astutely noted, because it evokes emotional responses by contrasting the warm connotations of the word “home” with the stark, harsh realities of the Lacks family’s living conditions. The rhetorical approach intertwines nostalgia with the severity of their circumstances, highlighting the historical and systemic inequities faced by descendants of slaves – a theme central to Henrietta’s story.

By mentioning the home-house’s history as slave quarters and its state of disrepair, using sensory details like plank floors, gas lanterns, and water hauled from a creek, I aimed to draw attention to the family’s poverty and resilience. The detail about keeping the corpses of family members in the cool hallway creates a striking image that invites readers to contemplate the Lacks family’s intimacy with death, further engaging readers on an emotional level.

Would you like to delve more into the significance this living history has for the Lacks family narrative, explore the effects of these emotional elements on storytelling, or understand how these descriptions tie into the broader themes of race and science in the book? Alternatively, we could explore these topics together or take the conversation in another direction you’re curious about.

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I warmly encourage you to engage with and reflect on my conversation with David Dobbs from November 22, 2011, in The Open Notebook. You can discover more about how “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” was crafted by visiting “How Rebecca Skloot Built The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” at this link: https://nowcomment.com/documents/361367

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Henrietta’s grandfather was already raising another grandchild that one of his daughters had left behind after delivering him on the home-house floor. That child’s name was David Lacks, but everyone called him Day, because in the Lacks country drawl, house sounds like hyse, and David sounds like Day.

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2024 Mary O 2024 Mary O (Nov 13 2023 12:20PM) : " Henrietta's grandfather was already raising another grandchild that one of his daughters had left behinds after delivering him on the the home-house floor." This sentence shows how Henrietta's grandfather caring he is when it comes to family.
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Young Day was what the Lacks family called a sneak baby: a man named Johnny Cole-man had passed through town; nine months later Day arrived. A twelve-year-old cousin and midwife named Munchie delivered him, blue as a stormy sky and not breathing. A white doctor came to the home-house with his derby and walking stick, wrote “stillborn” on Day’s birth certificate, then drove his horse-drawn buggy back to town, leaving a cloud of red dust behind.

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Munchie prayed as he rode away, Lord, I know you didn’t mean to take this baby. She washed Day in a tub of warm water, then put him on a white sheet where she rubbed and patted his chest until he gasped for breath and his blue skin warmed to soft brown.

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By the time Johnny Pleasant shipped Henrietta off to live with Grandpa Tommy, she was four and Day was almost nine. No one could have guessed she’d spend the rest of her life with Day—first as a cousin growing up in their grandfather’s home, then as his wife.

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As children, Henrietta and Day awoke each morning at four o’clock to milk the cows and feed the chickens, hogs, and horses. They tended a garden filled with corn, peanuts, and greens, then headed to the tobacco fields with their cousins Cliff, Fred, Sadie, Margaret, and a horde of others. They spent much of their young lives stooped in those fields, planting tobacco behind mule-drawn plows. Each spring they pulled the wide green leaves from their stalks and tied them into small bundles—their fingers raw and sticky with nicotine resin—then climbed the rafters of their grandfather’s tobacco barn to hang bundle after bundle for curing. Each summer day they prayed for a storm to cool their skin from the burning sun. When they got one, they’d scream and run through fields, snatching armfuls of ripe fruit and walnuts that the winds blew from the trees.

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Like most young Lackses, Day didn’t finish school: he stopped in the fourth grade because the family needed him to work the fields. But Henrietta stayed until the sixth grade. During the school year, after taking care of the garden and livestock each morning, she’d walk two miles—past the white school where children threw rocks and taunted her—to the colored school, a three-room wooden farmhouse hidden under tall shade trees, with a yard out front where Mrs. Coleman made the boys and girls play on separate sides. When school let out each day, and any time it wasn’t in session, Henrietta was in the fields with Day and the cousins.

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Ava D Ava D (Nov 28 2023 1:07PM) : Pathos more

This paragraph uses pathos when Skloot talks about walking past her old school. It could appeal to some readers emotions in that a lot of children could’ve also been taunted at school, or experienced racial discrimination. “She’d walk two miles—past the white school where children threw rocks and taunted her—to the colored school, a three-room wooden farmhouse hidden under tall shade trees, with a yard out front where Mrs. Coleman made the boys and girls play on separate sides.”

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When crafting the narrative of “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks,” elements like the one you’ve quoted are indeed designed to resonate emotionally with the reader. By emphasizing Henrietta’s endurance and the stark inequities of her time, I hoped to engender a sense of empathy and understanding, bringing to light the deeply rooted racial tensions and injustices that were part of her everyday reality. As readers encounter the description of her walk to school and the dehumanizing experiences she faces, the intent is to foster a connection to Henrietta’s hardships and her strength in the face of such adversity. It’s crucial to remember the question at hand: is this what I wanted readers to feel? The answer is a resounding yes. It’s designed to be evocative, grounding you in her physical and emotional journey.

Considering the relevance of this particular passage to our discussion, what additional aspects would you like to delve into? We could explore how these moments of adversity impacted her family’s legacy, scrutinize the broader implications for racial inequality in medical ethics, or assess the use of anecdotal evidence to humanize historical figures. Do any of these pathways catch your interest, or perhaps there’s another facet of Henrietta’s story you’re curious about?

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I invite you to read and comment on the interview I did with David Dobbs November 22, 2011 in the Open Notebook. You can find “How Rebecca Skloot Built The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” here: https://nowcomment.com/documents/361367

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If the weather was nice, when they finished working, the cousins ran straight to the swimming hole they made each year by damming the creek behind the house with rocks, sticks, bags of sand, and anything else they could sink. They threw rocks to scare away the poisonous cottonmouth snakes, then dropped into the water from tree branches or dove from muddy banks.

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At nightfall they built fires with pieces of old shoes to keep the mosquitoes away, and watched the stars from beneath the big oak tree where they’d hung a rope to swing from. They played tag, ring-around-the-rosy, and hopscotch, and danced around the field singing until Grandpa Tommy yelled for everyone to go to bed.

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Each night, piles of cousins packed into the crawl space above a little wooden kitchen house just a few feet from the home-house. They lay one next to the other—telling stories about the headless tobacco farmer who roamed the streets at night, or the man with no eyes who lived by the creek—then slept until their grandmother Chloe fired up the woodstove be-low and woke them to the smell of fresh biscuits.

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One evening each month during harvest season, Grandpa Tommy hitched the horses after supper and readied them to ride into the town of South Boston—home of the nation’s second-largest tobacco market, with tobacco parades, a Miss Tobacco pageant, and a port where boats collected the dried leaves for people around the world to smoke.

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Before leaving home, Tommy would call for the young cousins, who’d nestle into the flat wagon on a bed of tobacco leaves, then fight sleep as long as they could before giving in to the rhythm of the horses. Like farmers from all over Virginia, Tommy Lacks and the grandchildren rode through the night to bring their crops to South Boston, where they’d line up at dawn—one wagon behind the next-waiting for the enormous green wooden gates of the auction warehouse to open.

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When they arrived, Henrietta and the cousins would help unhitch the horses and fill their troughs with grain, then unload the family’s tobacco onto the wood-plank floor of the warehouse. The auctioneer rattled off numbers that echoed through the huge open room, its ceil-ing nearly thirty feet high and covered with skylights blackened by years of dirt. As Tommy Lacks stood by his crop praying for a good price, Henrietta and the cousins ran around the tobacco piles, talking in a fast gibberish to sound like the auctioneer. At night they’d help Tommy haul any unsold tobacco down to the basement, where he’d turn the leaves into a bed for the children. White farmers slept upstairs in lofts and private rooms; black farmers slept in the dark underbelly of the warehouse with the horses, mules, and dogs, on a dusty dirt floor lined with rows of wooden stalls for livestock, and mountains of empty liquor bottles piled al-most to the ceiling.

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Night at the warehouse was a time of booze, gambling, prostitution, and occasional murders as farmers burned through their season’s earnings. From their bed of leaves, the Lacks children would stare at ceiling beams the size of trees as they drifted off to the sound of laughter and clanking bottles, and the smell of dried tobacco.

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this sentence highlights the situation the children are in without being blunt and saying, “the white people were having fun and the black people were not”. Instead it shows a subtle us versus them.

In the morning they’d pile into the wagon with their unsold harvest and set out on the long journey home. Any cousins who’d stayed behind in Clover knew a wagon ride into South Boston meant treats for everyone—a hunk of cheese, maybe, or a slab of bologna—so they waited for hours on Main Street to follow the wagon to the home-house.

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Clover’s wide, dusty Main Street was full of Model As, and wagons pulled by mules and horses. Old Man Snow had the first tractor in town, and he drove it to the store like it was a car—newspaper tucked under his arm, his hounds Cadillac and Dan baying beside him. Main Street had a movie theater, bank, jewelry store, doctor’s office, hardware store, and several churches. When the weather was good, white men with suspenders, top hats, and long cigars—everyone from mayor to doctor to undertaker—stood along Main Street sipping whiskey from juice bottles, talking, or playing checkers on the wooden barrel in front of the pharmacy. Their wives gossiped at the general store as their babies slept in a row on the counter, heads resting on long bolts of fabric.

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Henrietta and her cousins would hire themselves out to those white folks, picking their tobacco for ten cents so they’d have money to see their favorite Buck Jones cowboy movies. The theater owner showed silent black-and-white films, and his wife played along on the piano. She knew only one song, so she played happy carnival-style music for every scene, even when characters were getting shot and dying. The Lacks children sat up in the colored section next to the projector, which clicked like a metronome through the whole movie.

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As Henrietta and Day grew older, they traded ring-around-the-rosy for horse races along the dirt road that ran the length of what used to be the Lacks tobacco plantation, but was now simply called Lacks Town. The boys always fought over who got to ride Charlie Horse, Grandpa Tommy’s tall bay, which could outrun any other horse in Clover. Henrietta and the other girls watched from the hillside or the backs of straw-filled wagons, hopping up and down, clapping and screaming as the boys streaked by on horseback.

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2024 Samuel C 2024 Samuel C (Nov 08 2023 11:28AM) : This was a very tangible way to represent growth in childhood. more

Trading ring around the rosy for horse races represents losing childhood innocence and switching to horse races shows switching to more serious, more teenager/adult focuses in life.

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Henrietta often yelled for Day, but sometimes she cheered for another cousin, Crazy Joe Grinnan. Crazy Joe was what their cousin Cliff called “an over average man”—tall, husky, and strong, with dark skin, a sharp nose, and so much thick black hair covering his head, arms, back, and neck that he had to shave his whole body in the summer to keep from burning up. They called him Crazy Joe because he was so in love with Henrietta, he’d do anything to get her attention. She was the prettiest girl in Lacks Town, with her beautiful smile and walnut eyes.

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The first time Crazy Joe tried to kill himself over Henrietta, he ran circles around her in the middle of winter while she was on her way home from school. He begged her for a date, saying, “Hennie, come on … just give me a chance.” When she laughed and said no, Crazy Joe ran and jumped straight through the ice of a frozen pond and refused to come out until she agreed to go out with him.

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The first time Crazy Joe tried to kill himself over Henrietta, he ran circles around her in the middle of winter while she was on her way home from school. He begged her for a date, saying, “Hennie, come on … just give me a chance.” When she laughed and said no, Crazy Joe ran and jumped straight through the ice of a frozen pond and refused to come out until she agreed to go out with him.

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All the cousins teased Joe, saying, “Maybe he thought that ice water might’a cool him off, but he so hot for her, that water nearly started boiling!” Henrietta’s cousin Sadie, who was Crazy Joe’s sister, yelled at him, “Man you so much in love with a girl, you gonna die for her? That ain’t right.”

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No one knew what happened between Henrietta and Crazy Joe, except that there were some dates and some kisses. But Henrietta and Day had been sharing a bedroom since she was four, so what happened next didn’t surprise anyone: they started having children together. Their son Lawrence was born just months after Henrietta’s fourteenth birthday; his sister Lucile Elsie Pleasant came along four years later. They were both born on the floor of the home-house like their father, grandmother, and grandfather before them.

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People wouldn’t use words like epilepsy, mental retardation, or neurosyphilis to describe Elsie’s condition until years later. To the folks in Lacks Town, she was just simple. Touched. She came into the world so fast, Day hadn’t even gotten back with the midwife when Elsie shot right out and hit her head on the floor. Everyone would say maybe that was what left her mind like an infant’s.

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The old dusty record books from Henrietta’s church are filled with the names of women cast from the congregation for bearing children out of wedlock, but for some reason Henrietta never was, even as rumors floated around Lacks Town that maybe Crazy Joe had fathered one of her children.

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When Crazy Joe found out Henrietta was going to marry Day, he stabbed himself in the chest with an old dull pocketknife. His father found him lying drunk in their yard, shirt soaked with blood. He tried to stop the bleeding, but Joe fought him—thrashing and punching—which just made him bleed more. Eventually Joe’s father wrestled him into the car, tied him tight to the door, and drove to the doctor. When Joe got home all bandaged up, Sadie just kept saying, “All that to stop Hennie from marrying Day?” But Crazy Joe wasn’t the only one trying to stop the marriage.

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2024 Sinan (Steven) Y 2024 Sinan (Steven) Y (Nov 09 2023 7:47PM) : Detail depiction more

This section describes the details of Crazy Joe’s injury. Describe the criticality of the situation. “He tried to stop the bleeding, but Joe fought him—thrashing and punching—which just made him bleed more.” It also shows the bad relationship between Joe and his father. Even though he was seriously injured, he was unwilling to accept his father’s help.

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Henrietta’s sister Gladys was always saying Henrietta could do better. When most Lackses talked about Henrietta and Day and their early life in Clover, it sounded as idyllic as a fairy tale. But not Gladys. No one knew why she was so against the marriage. Some folks said Gladys was just jealous because Henrietta was prettier. But Gladys always insisted Day would be a no-good husband.

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Henrietta and Day married alone at their preacher’s house on April 10, 1941. She was twenty; he was twenty-five. They didn’t go on a honeymoon because there was too much work to do, and no money for travel. By winter, the United States was at war and tobacco companies were supplying free cigarettes to soldiers, so the market was booming. But as large farms flourished, the small ones struggled. Henrietta and Day were lucky if they sold enough tobacco each season to feed the family and plant the next crop.

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So after their wedding, Day went back to gripping the splintered ends of his old wooden plow as Henrietta followed close behind, pushing a homemade wheelbarrow and dropping tobacco seedlings into holes in the freshly turned red dirt.

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The detail in this paragraph shows how normal life was after Henrietta and Day got married. Instead of focusing on their marriage, they were focusing on the farms.

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Then one afternoon at the end of 1941, their cousin Fred Garret came barreling down the dirt road beside their field. He was just back from Baltimore for a visit in his slick ‘36 Chevy and fancy clothes. Only a year earlier, Fred and his brother Cliff had been tobacco farmers in Clover too. For extra money, they’d opened a “colored” convenience store where most customers paid in IOUs; they also ran an old cinderblock juke joint where Henrietta often danced on the red-dirt floor. Everybody put coins in the jukebox and drank RC Cola, but the profits never amounted to much. So eventually Fred took his last three dollars and twenty-five cents and bought a bus ticket north for a new life. He, like several other cousins, went to work at Bethlehem Steel’s Sparrows Point steel mill and live in Turner Station, a small community of black workers on a peninsula in the Patapsco River, about twenty miles from downtown Baltimore.

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In the late 1800s, when Sparrows Point first opened, Turner Station was mostly swamps, farmland, and a few shanties connected with wooden boards for walkways. When demand for steel increased during World War I, streams of white workers moved into the nearby town of Dundalk, and Bethlehem Steel’s housing barracks for black workers quickly overflowed, push-ing them into Turner Station. By the early years of World War II, Turner Station had a few paved roads, a doctor, a general store, and an ice man. But its residents were still fighting for water, sewage lines, and schools.

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Then, in December 1941, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, and it was like Turner Station had won the lottery: the demand for steel skyrocketed, as did the need for workers. The government poured money into Turner Station, which began filling with one-and two-story housing projects, many of them pressed side by side and back-to-back, some with four to five hundred units. Most were brick, others covered with asbestos shingles. Some had yards, some didn’t. From most of them you could see the flames dancing above Sparrows Point’s furnaces and the eerie red smoke pouring from its smokestacks.

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Sparrows Point was rapidly becoming the largest steel plant in the world. It produced concrete-reinforcing bars, barbed wire, nails, and steel for cars, refrigerators, and military ships. It would burn more than six million tons of coal each year to make up to eight million tons of steel and employ more than 30,000 workers. Bethlehem Steel was a gold mine in a time flush with poverty, especially for black families from the South. Word spread from Maryland to the farms of Virginia and the Carolinas, and as part of what would become known as the Great Migration, black families flocked from the South to Turner Station—the Promised Land.

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