I like PBJs for breakfast, so I guess it would be little tiny bread-shaped things flavored like peanut butter and jelly and called (surprise surprise) PBJs.
Yeah, I'm not giving out ages, but mine was 6 years older than I am now when she died, and I ran her through some shit when I was young, so the least I can do is get her some flowers.
I freely admit that I am old and crotchety - maybe you young'uns like it - but that autoplay thing is driving me around the bend. Is there a way that it can be burnt with fire and its ashes scattered at a crossroads? Or maybe just disable it?
If I can find an Arizona around here, it's yours. It might take a while, though; they only seem to stock those huge cans of grapeade and Mango Tango at the grocery store.
Informed consent cases were being heard in court as early as 1905, and the Nuremberg code was established in 1947. Ms Lacks' procedure was in 1951.
You don't know if it's a hypothetical. Granted, neither do I, but it is a plausible scenario.
The cells could have been obtained elsewhere; there was nothing unique about her cancer. But it speaks to an attitude of indifference toward blacks and the poor that they harvested her cells without even asking permission. Do you think they'd have done that to a middle class white woman?