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On today's episode of. I didn't know. Maybe you didn't either. I'm going to start with something personal. On May 5, 2024, I lost my mom. She was complaining about her stomach hurting, so we took her to the er. Hours later, she was still in pain, and they finally moved her upstairs to the ICU. 45 minutes later, she was on a breathing tube. Her organs were shutting down because of sepsis. And just like that, she was gone. Now, let me tell y'all, losing your mom is hard enough, but when you're black, you have this extra layer of ptsd. Why? Because, you know, black women are often dismissed in the medical field. They're overlooked, ignored. And it's not just a feeling. It's facts. There's a book, Medical Apartheid by Harriet Washington, and it lays out the long, dark history of how black folks, especially black women, have been used, abused, and experimented on in the name of science, from slavery to right now. Let me break it down for you. Did you know there is still this misconception that black women have a higher threshold for pain? And I know Mama made miracles every Thanksgiving, every Christmas, and every birthday. But them white doctors were thinking black women were superheroes. For real. Oh, she's black. She can take it. What? And if you want to know how deep this rabbit hole goes, let's talk about Henrietta Lacks. Sis went to the doctor in 1951 for cervical cancer. And without her knowledge, they took her cells, then named them HeLa cells. H E L A. And those cells turned out to be immortal, like they could survive and multiply. In labs which had never been done before, they helped develop vaccines, cancer treatments, IVF, you name it. HeLa cells have saved millions of lives. But here's the part that'll make your blood boil. Henrietta Lacks never gave consent, and her family never saw a dime. Pharmaceutical companies made billions off those sales while her kids and grandkids were struggling to pay for healthcare. It made a bunch of dollars, but it damn sure don't make no sense. So when we talk about black folks in the medical field, we're not just talking about distrust. We're talking about a system. A system that has dismissed us, stolen from us, and experimented on us without shame. And for me, every time I think about my mom's last hours, it's hard not to wonder, if she wasn't black, would they have taken her pain a little more seriously? Would they have moved faster? These questions haunt me, and I know I'm not alone. That's why it's so important for us to know our history and advocate for ourselves. Because if we don't speak up, who will? Medical Apartheid, a book by Harriet Washington was something that I didn't know. Maybe you didn't either.
