race culture class
At the last yard sale my girlfriend and I hit on Saturday we met a scientist. A young guy who didn’t look like a scientist. My girl had an immediate crush on him, because she likes science so much and tells me not-awkward scientists are rarer than hen’s teeth. They stood and talked about pharmaceutical companies going bankrupt when their drugs didn’t work, and how other companies buy them up. I was digging around through a box of books and half listening to them.
Apparently, from my eavesdropping, there is a lot of research going on about sickle cell, but since the Africans who are affected aren’t wealthy, it doesn’t make business sense to try and develop treatments. Also, all this money we donate to AIDS research goes towards therapies targeting the strain in Europe, not the Asian and African strains.
So that was a pretty good day at the yard sales. I got an OJ Simpson book, and a Harlem Stride Piano record, and another angle on race relations.