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On Trying to Teach The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by John Bradley

You don’t believe in spirits, do you? Shandrika begins, as corporeal bodies float past us in the hallway.  I’ve never seen a spirit, I confess, not sure what, or how to say.  I think of Hector “Cootie” Henry, who saw a several-ton headless hog, links of broken chain dangling from its bloodstained neck, roaming the … Continue reading