27th, May 2025
- Black Lawyer
- 1 day ago
- 2 min read
Entry Title: The Consent Form Was a Lie
Filed under: Government Experiments & Other Crimes in Lab Coats
Dearest Diary,
Some truths don’t scream—they hum beneath the surface, stitched into systems so familiar we forget to be afraid.
The United States never stopped experimenting on Black and Brown bodies. It simply got better at branding. The Tuskegee Study wasn’t a mistake—it was a model. Holmesburg Prison wasn’t a scandal—it was a lab. And somewhere along the way, informed consent became a polite fiction used to sanitize state-sanctioned violation.
Let me offer you a few notes from the field.
Client One:
Black. Male. Marine Corps veteran. Diagnosed with “paranoid schizophrenia.” He swore his dental implants were transmitting data. Said he could hear buzzing when he stood near microwaves. I requested a private dental scan. What we found wasn’t decay—it was hardware. Two molars fitted with RFID microchips. Labeled “medical grade,” but no dentist he’d seen would admit to placing them. When I pushed, the VA shrugged. “Experimental case study,” they said. “Sealed record.”
Client’s discharge was dishonorable. His benefits? Gone. His credibility? Erased.
Client Two:
A Black foster mother raising her nephew after his placement in state custody. Seven years old. Asthmatic, but otherwise healthy. The state ordered weekly injections at a pediatric clinic for “immune support.” When she asked what was in the vials, they told her she wasn’t “the managing conservator,” and therefore not entitled to the medical file. One month later, the boy went in for a tonsillectomy. He never woke up.
The death certificate listed “anesthetic complications.” But the post-mortem report noted something else: both kidneys missing.
No organ donation forms.
No explanation.
The court sealed the autopsy.
Client Three:
Latina. Detained by ICE in Texas. Told she was receiving “routine birth control” after complaining of cramps. Weeks later, during a custody hearing for her toddler, she casually mentioned the procedure. The translator froze. I requested her medical file. It revealed she’d undergone a laparoscopic bilateral tubal ligation—permanent sterilization. She signed the consent form in English. She doesn’t speak English.
The judge ruled the sterilization wasn’t relevant to the child’s conservatorship. And moved on.
Darling, when the state holds your child, your uterus, your jawline, your consent becomes performative. You’re not asked. You’re processed. You’re documented. You’re handled.
We say “never again,” but it’s happening now. Polished. Papered. Court-approved.
And so, when someone whispers about trackers in vaccines or devices in their body—I don’t dismiss them. I lean in. Because in the eyes of empire, paranoia is just prophecy on a delay.
Still licensed. Still listening. Slightly chipped.
Disclaimer: This entry is fictionalized legal satire. Any resemblance to real programs, patients, or sealed government experiments is purely coincidental… unless it isn’t.
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