by Joshua D. Mezrich
““The brief letter included C.L.’s name. Michaela fired up her computer and opened Google’s browser. (Wouldn’t you?) She typed in C.L.’s full name. At first, she saw a bunch of unrelated posts. Then she typed in his city and the word obituary—and there he was, staring her in the face. He looked young, serious, and . . . black. She felt startled, and wasn’t sure why. She had nothing against black people; she really didn’t know any. She had almost no black classmates and lived in a town that was uniformly white. She tried a few new searches and quickly found a few articles about C.L.’s death. Her shaking intensified.”
“The brief letter included C.L.’s name. Michaela fired up her computer and opened Google’s browser. (Wouldn’t you?) She typed in C.L.’s full name. At first, she saw a bunch of unrelated posts. Then she typed in his city and the word obituary—and there he was, staring her in the face. He looked young, serious, and . . . black. She felt startled, and wasn’t sure why. She had nothing against black people; she really didn’t know any. She had almost no black classmates and lived in a town that was uniformly white. She tried a few new searches and quickly found a few articles about C.L.’s death. Her shaking intensified.”
It's a good book on transplant surgery and brings up some uncomfortable questions about transplantation. The most memorable part for me is asking m...
