The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, A Review

This brought tears to my eyes. I am turning into a weeping willow. For the love of !!!!

Whispers of a Womanist

The story of Henrietta Lacks is the narrative of black femininity. Lacks mirrors the exposed and dismembered Saartje Baartman in life and death exploitation, embodying the dehumanization and carelessness faced by countless black female bodies in traditional and contemporary settings.

Yet, to some, the book The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is a resounding work of non-fiction that reveals a hidden truth. However, this read proves challenging in the ambivalence it provokes. On one hand, the book paints a portrait all too familiar to the black collective. It validates  theories that have blossomed in our minds, homes and communities for centuries, stories commonly labeled “crazed conspiracy theories.”  Simultaneously, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks seizes a prevalent story from the black collective and renders it an American secret. The film proved equally as problematic, to the extent that I was unaware if the hot tears that stained my cheeks…

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3 thoughts on “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, A Review

    • But.but.but Dr. Bramhall, they tell me that we are post racial and that white privilege does not exist. Yeah, that’ll be the day! How many times have white women been experimented on on to benefit the health of Black women? On the twelfth of never is the fact of the matter. But as always, we are fair game. I am so fed up with this shit!

      I thank you for your comment Dr. Bramhall.

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