Medical Apartheid:The Dark History Of Medical Experimentation On Black Americans

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From the era of slavery to the present day, the first full history of black America’s shocking mistreatment as unwilling and unwitting experimental subjects at the hands of the medical establishment.

Medical Apartheid is the first and only comprehensive history of medical experimentation on African Americans. Starting with the earliest encounters between black Americans and Western medical researchers and the racist pseudoscience that resulted, it details the ways both slaves and freedmen were used in hospitals for experiments conducted without their knowledge—a tradition that continues today within some black populations.

It reveals how blacks have historically been prey to grave-robbing as well as unauthorized autopsies and dissections. Moving into the twentieth century, it shows how the pseudoscience of eugenics and social Darwinism was used to justify experimental exploitation and shoddy medical treatment of blacks, and the view that they were biologically inferior, oversexed, and unfit for adult responsibilities.

Shocking new details about the government’s notorious Tuskegee experiment are revealed, as are similar, less-well-known medical atrocities conducted by the government, the armed forces, prisons, and private institutions. The product of years of prodigious research into medical journals and experimental reports long undisturbed,Medical Apartheid reveals the hidden underbelly of scientific research and makes possible, for the first time, an understanding of the roots of the African American health deficit.

At last, it provides the fullest possible context for comprehending the behavioral fallout that has caused black Americans to view researchers—and indeed the whole medical establishment—with such deep distrust. No one concerned with issues of public health and racial justice can afford not to read Medical Apartheid, a masterful book that will stir up both controversy and long-needed debate.

The author

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Harriet Washington is the author of Deadly Monopolies: The Shocking Corporate Takeover of Life Itself and of Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present, which won the 2007 National Book Critics’ Circle Award and was named one of the year’s Best Books by Publishers’ Weekly.
                            She has won many other awards for her work on medicine and ethics and has been a Research Fellow in Ethics at Harvard Medical School, a fellow at the Harvard School of Public Health, a Knight Fellow at Stanford University, a senior research scholar at the National Center for Bioethics at Tuskegee University and a Visiting Scholar at the DePaul University College of Law.

http://www.amazon.com/Harriet-Washington-Medical-Apartheid-Experimentation/dp/B008GQ24UE

The Devil Among Us In The Likely Of Men

handsUnited we stand, divided we fall.

Racial discrimination, violence and crime, are some of the problems that have divided, caused havoc and brought unrest in our society today, yet many don’t learn  from the painful experience, destruction and the mistakes they do.

No body wants to be called a racist. “The black man say it’s the white man, The white man say it’s the black man, Indians say it’s the coloureds, Coloureds say it’s everyone…….” Sings Lucky Dube, the great South African reggae legend.

In one of the shops in Antwerp, an African dog lover,went to buy a dog’s chain. After payment, as soon as he stepped outside, a white man entering the same shop, saw him with the chain. He asked the African if he is going to use the chain on his neck. What a provocation?  I quickly stepped in to hold the angry African, when the scene nearly turned to bloodshed.

That is how life goes sometimes. The poor African is not looking for trouble but the devil is knocking on his door to give him one. The white man knows very well that such question could bring unexpected problems, yet he ignored and did what his heart wants. And if you called him a racist, he will tell you “I’m not.”

At the just concluded Flemish Journalist Association end of year’s press conference on December 5, 2015, in Antwerp, I witnessed something more shocking. Among all the Belgian journalists, were only two Africans. A white male came to the other African, a radio journalist and asked him if he knows what monkeys eat.

“I don’t know.” He answered. “Then follow me.” Said the Belgian journalist. The radio journalist followed him, without knowing whether it was a joke, game or racial discrimination.

To his utmost surpise, he was taken to table with a bowl of fruits, including banana. He just smiled and left the Belgian journalist standing by the table. Why should something like that happen among a group of journalists in the same association? This is an insult not intelligence.

Many times the black man is seen as a criminal in the society, because of the colour of his skin, but crime doesn’t know colour. Both black and white commit crime. If you hate someone bcause of his colour, please just leave him alone. Don’t try to stir racial violence, because when trouble erupts, it affects everyone including children, our business and the society.

The Heart Has No Colour, No Country, No Religion, No Sex

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Andrea: Her wise comment inspired me to write this article.

I do write a lot, but I have to admit that some of my writings were created from comments of readers or my followers. As writers or bloggers, when we read comments on articles: How seriously do we take them, ponder over them to see their usefulness, significance and effect?

Many argue that it’s not good to make comment, but I say that It’s good to comment on articles, but if you don’t have anything significant to say, please shut your mouth, because your comment can give you the respect you deserve and the same comment can put you into a very big trouble, because of the bad things you said.

Believe me some comments worth more than silver and gold. It can change one’s life and the way you think, especially if you don’t have any love in your heart for someone. There are many problems and almost all these problems were caused by man. Pride, superiority and racism are some of the problems tearing our society apart today, yet no one wants to be called a racist.

Recently I posted an article captioned “Who Says There Is No Happiness Or Love In Africa?” The fact that Africa is a continent which has suffered a great deal of wars, ethnic conflicts, slavery and man-made diseases, many think they don’t have love for each other. Frankly speaking, a poor African can easily share his food with a friend, than a rich man in a developed country.

This particular article I wrote, didn’t generate much comment, but the only comment I had was awesome and inspiring. It touched my soul to read it over and over, allowing it to geminate in me, to add it to the little I have and share  with others.

According blogger Andrea, who runs this Italian blog: ‘Libera mente & Critica mente’:

Each person has a heart, and in each heart there is Love.

So everyone of us has Love in his/her heart.

The heart has no colour, no Country, no religion, no sex.

So Love has no colour, no Country, no religion, no sex.

Too many times, unfortunately, people forget to be human, and that have a heart…

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I hope everyone agrees with me that this quotation or comment is awesome and carries wisdom? Thank you Andrea.

Reality Comedy: 10 Reasons African-Americans Need To Be Happy

 

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African-Americans don’t worry be happy

1. Belgium is not like America. Nothing in the country called ‘American Dream,’ but you have all the opportunities in front of you. In fact, the great actor Jean-Claude Van Damme can tell you the truth. The reason he left his miserable country to the land of opportunity, America, to be famous today. He would have been miserable like a church-mouse if had no vision.

2. In Antwerp, Belgium, it took me five years to see the first black bus driver and seven years to see the first black policeman. You are lucky African-Americans, to see many black police officers and bus drivers around you. I nearly forget, the number of black bus drivers has increased to six in Antwerp.

3. As a matter of fact, I think I’m the only black journalist in Antwerp. Maybe I’m wrong, but I haven’t seen one yet. That doesn’t bother me anyway, but I hate when a Belgian asks me how I got my press card. Press cards don’t fall from trees. I am qualified that’s the reason they gave it to me. Who can ask an African-American such a question? Be happy brothers and sisters.

4. The colour of the black man is very good. When the Belgian racist killer, Hans Van Themsche, went on a rampage looking for black people to kill in Antwerp, he didn’t see me, so I survived because the darkness and my colour were the same. That would have been very bad for the white man since they are easily seen in darkness.

5. A Belgian once asked me: Why the colour of the palm of black man’s hand different from the colour of his back hand? I said to him praise God because we are not monkeys. It’s only monkeys and chimpanzees that have the same black colour in the palm and back of the hand.

6. I have been in Belgium years before the formation of the European Union, which gave the Bulgarians, Romanians etc, the chance to come to Western Europe to work, yet years after working so hard, many Belgians ask me when would I go back to Africa. Is it fair? The reason African-Americans should be happy.

7. Public transport in Belgium, including trams and buses are always late because women are responsible for the preparation of the time schedules, African-Americans, you are lucky your transport are punctual because men prepare the time table.

8. I am in Belgium for fifteen years, yet I have seen any black journalist on Belgium’s television. African-Americans, whatever you are going through, don’t worry, be happy because you have seen hundreds of black journalists on your television.

 

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Chris Rock, one of my favourite African-American comedians

9. I don’t feel comfortable when I enter any Belgium shop because they greet me with: Hello what can I do for you? When I haven’t called for help. African-Americans tell me the truth are you often asked the same question? This is the reason you need to be happy.

10. The history of the journey of African-Americans to America, is a heart-wrenching story, emotional and mental torture. Thank God African-Americans, because you don’t see any statues of slave masters or streets named after slave masters. In Belgium; there are many streets named after King Leopold, as well as statues, yet this man killed and maimed over 10 million Africans, including children.

African-Americans due to these reasons, you agree with me that you need to be happy, instead of living an unhappy life, because of racial problems. In whatever situation you find yourselves, brothers and sisters, don’t give up and cease without praying, with God all things are possible.

Innocent Children, But Why Many Grow To Be Racist?

Children are not born racist

Innocent children’s mind are polluted to be racists and monsters when they grow.

We often hear ‘Innocent child.’ Yes; it is true that children are born innocent. Under the umbrella of their parents, a child grows to be an obedient child or a monster. A child learns how to walk, speak and watches the parents as he grows. The reason many children start to smoke very early in life, because from childhood, he or she sees the parents smoking.

 

A crooked tree can’t be straightened when fully matured, it can be done only when the plant is still young. The same way parents have to train a child with wisdom from his early life, to avoid the child being a menace to the society. Frankly speaking, we are in a generation of disobedient children, but that shouldn’t be an excuse for parents to allow the children to thread on the wrong path.

I was once in a barber’s shop when a white man came inside with his children, two young boys and a girl, about nine years of age. I was wondering why the white man didn’t enter into any of those white barber shops, but an African shop to have his children’s hair cut. In the shop, I realized how his children were playing with other black children.

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Children are colour blind, adults teach them to love or to hate.

I knew there must be certain love or connection to Africans, the reason he entered the African shop, despite so many white barber shops around the vicinity.  Inquisitive I was, I went to chat with him. I wasn’t surprised when he told me that he spent many years of his life with his wife in Tanzania, and his children were also born in Tanzania.

I don’t think that because the children were born in Africa, the reason they love African children, but the way their parents brought them up. After all, there are thousands of whites born in South Africa, who were racist and evil, equally as those parents who brought them up.

There is no child born a racist, adults teach them. It is, therefore, a challenge to parents to create a better world by teaching the children to love instead of hate.