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(for dad) Well, I propose a toast to the mitosist with the mostest She’s a ghost who can boast from coast to coast in every HeLa cell She’s more cultured than Chanel, Cartier or YSL But she’s tired of being quite so huge and dizzy from the centrifuge She’s quick frozen, colour-fast Her prison cell is built to last Dear Henrietta Lacks Did you know your coffin’s final nail Is bigger than a blue whale? A zillion artefacts Grown as long as cell biologists keep peering at your private bits ’Cos it’s a grand humiliation Showing now across the nation Mutation on a huge scale Bigger than a blue whale ... Dear Henrietta Lacks Did you know that bit you left behind may help to cure its own kind? So many saintly acts May claim a little perch in every church for contributions to research Well, back in '51, you see*, m’lady had a malady A cervix abnormality that led to her fatality Her cells went for a biopsy that showed up the malignancy But also a propensity to multiply so rapidly The scientists went on to see what other uses there could be for her expansive quality They shared her ’round extensively to every good laboratory Her fame was spreading globally ’Til nowadays she’s said to be the biggest lonely clone there’ll ever be Arabidopsis and Drosophila may have advice to offer her On how it’s best to keep your cool when you’ve become a research tool Dear Henrietta Lacks Did you know your flock of little vultures divide and conquer lesser cultures? Not much one to relax It parties even left out on the shelf Immortally beside itself Dear Henrietta Lacks Did you know that part you left to science is now a giant among giants? And for a grand climax Your omnipresent question bids the answer God’s a black woman’s cancer … ©Mal Webb 2015
Chords:
My dad, a geneticist, told me this story. It's all true, although there are some folks who hotly debate the Blue Whale claim: It makes for a good song though! It contains lots of little "in" jokes: I apologise to those who aren't cell biologists. Henrietta
Lacks was a African-American woman from Baltimore (USA) who died of
cervical cancer in 1951*. The
biopsy
of cells from her cancer was found to be extraordinarily fast dividing,
so the
scientists at John Hopkins University began using her cells for cancer
and genetic research, giving them the name HeLa, derived from
Henrietta's names. The
HeLa cells were then shared freely amongst other like minded
researchers,
but a false name, Helen Lane, was made up to protect anonymity and/or
cover
tracks. Being cancerous, the cells are immortal and HeLa cells are
still
routinely used in research, so much so that some chap at the journal
Nature
calculated that if you gathered all the HeLa cells from all the
laboratories
around the world, it would be bigger than a blue whale, making it the
biggest
biomass in the world**. HeLa cells are so active that if they are being
used
somewhat carelessly in a laboratory, other cell cultures may be taken
over
by them, like a weed. Arabidopsis
and
Drosophila are, respectively, a little plant and a little fruit fly.
They
were each the subjects of my sister Mary's and my dad's PHD theses
(respectively).
My dad, Graham Webb, has had a long, fruitful and wide ranging career
as
a geneticist and it was indeed a honour to write this song with his
help.
Still, when I sent what I considered the finished song for his perusal,
he posted it back to me with corrections in red pen! One thing he had
corrected
was the line "She's quick frozen, colour-fast", which he changed to
"She
can be frozen fast". When I rang to protest the change, he asked: "But
what's
the colour fast bit?" "Well", I replied, "you know how you stain
the
slides before you put them under the microscope?" And that's when dad
and
I really bonded. Prior to that, I think he never quite had a handle on
what
I did as a songwriter. Onya dad! Love, Mal *The lyrics, as they appear on my CD, have this line as, "back in 1953..." which is two years after she died. Oh
dear! I only noticed it a few months after releasing my album Not Nor Mal (in
October 2016) containing this song! I've changed the line to
"Well, back in '51, you see...", dropped it into the master for the Bandcamp version: https://malwebb.bandcamp.com/track/henrietta-lacks **the world's biggest animal biomass maybe: There's a fungus somewhere in the US that's said to be bigger and when you consider nearly all the edible banana plants in the world are suckers from a mutant one several centuries ago... |