Posted July 26, 2012on:
A book I must look into…
This book was pressed into my hands by my dear friend, Sylvia Woodman, whose bookshelves I love to browse so much that they would be worth the three-hour drive to New Jersey, even if she, her delightfully spirited family, and embracing home were not.
This is not a story for the faint of heart, or those who would rather not notice the wounds and inequalities of America – past, or present.
It is the story of one woman, her family, her cells, the world, and another young woman who must break down walls of racial mistrust in order to tell it…and the changes and connections forged in the process.
I’d never heard of either Henrietta, nor HeLa, the “immortal” part of her, although, like most people in America, my life has been directly affected by…
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