"The Lacks cousins don’t remember much about the service—they figure there were some words, probably a song or two. But they all remember what happened next. As Cliff and Fred lowered Henrietta’s coffin in to her grave and began covering her with handfuls of dirt, the sky turned black as strap molasses. The rain fell thick and fast. Then came long rumbling thunder, screams from babies, and a blast of wind so strong it tore the metal roof off the barn below the cemetery and sent it flying through the air above Henrietta’s grave, it long metal slopes flapping like the wings of a giant bird. The wind caused fires that burned the tobacco fields. It ripped trees from the ground, blew power lines out for miles, and tore one Lack’s cousin’s wooden cabin clear out of the ground, threw him from the living room into his garden, then landed on top of him, killing him instantly. "
--The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. Pg. 92.
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