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25th, May 2025

Entry Title: The Consent Form Was a Lie


Filed under: Government Experiments & Other Crimes in Lab CoatsMay 22, 2025


Dearest Diary,


Let’s begin with a gentle reminder: just because it’s declassified doesn’t mean it wasn’t diabolical.


Today’s docket was uneventful—motions passed, objections sustained, the usual theatre of the nearly just.


But during a lull, I fell into a digital rabbit hole and landed, as one does, in the archives of state-sponsored lunacy: namely, the CIA’s charming hobby of drugging Black people like they were taste-testing the apocalypse.


Yes, darling.


While America was selling apple pie and backyard barbecues, the government was handing out LSD like Tic Tacs—except only if you were poor, institutionalized, imprisoned…or Black. Preferably all four.


Tuskegee? They told Black men they were being treated for “bad blood,” which must be the clinical term for “watching you die slowly while we take notes in real time.”


Holmesburg Prison? Dermatological Disneyland. Prisoners were coated in chemicals like rotisserie chickens—no gloves, no ethics, no problem.


MK-Ultra? Imagine being court-ordered to a psych ward and waking up in a CIA acid trip.


LA County? Psychiatry or sci-fi? Hard to tell when the treatment comes with side effects like memory loss, hallucinations, and involuntary patriotism.


What’s fascinating—and by fascinating, I mean unforgivable—is that none of these men signed up for this. They weren’t volunteers. They were variables.


You see, Black bodies in America have always been dual use: exploited when convenient, discarded when inconvenient.


Soldiers? Heroes on paper, test subjects in practice.


Prisoners? Incarcerated by law, experimented on by loophole. Patients? Diagnosed by doctors who swore the Hippocratic oath with their fingers crossed.



They say hindsight is 20/20, but the truth is they knew what they were doing. You don’t accidentally run a 40-year syphilis experiment. That’s not a clerical error. That’s eugenics in a lab coat.


And when the lawsuits came? The payouts were pennies.


Because apparently, the going rate for a stolen mind or mutilated body is whatever’s left after the government buys another tank.


Dearest, this is not paranoia. This is precedent. This is proof that the real American Dream was never equality—it was immunity.


Immunity from prosecution. From ethics.From the moral stench of history.


But we remember.


We remember so they don’t get to rewrite the script as “oops.”


Poised. Petty. Not available for human trials.



Disclaimer: This entry is fictionalized satire drawn from declassified horrors. If you're uncomfortable, good. That’s the point.


Tag a friend who’s too melanated to be anybody’s control group.




 
 
 

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