“Requirements lowered for Medical License exam, Medical College Achievement Test (MCAT), cancer research, to achieve diversity in a variety of professions..”
While I was in the hospital a young black woman came into my room and said, “I be Dr. xxxx and I be doin’ your operation tomorrow.” As I hadn’t heard the test results that were needed and the operation was based on, I questioned her. She hadn’t talked to anyone else on the diagnosis team. She hadn’t read my reports. When I asked her technical questions about why I needed the operation she repeatedly used the phrase, “I tell you what the text say, the text say (xxx).” When I spoke to the original surgeon and related what had happened, she rolled her eyes and said, “I’ll take care of it.” The original surgeon did the operation, and I was very happy. I never saw the other woman again.
In the next hospital stay, I bled out due to a medication mistake. I collapsed to the floor at about 3am. When I came to a black surgeon and two orderlies where running while pushing my gurney. The black guy was on the phone fighting for a space and being repeatedly denied. Fast as hell on his feet, he called someone else and asked if the maternity operating room was open. It was. They changed direction and he was yelling into the phone for someone to get the required equipment and blood to the maternity section. I had every confidence that if I could be saved, he’d do it. His grammar and English were picture perfect. Huge difference.
If you can’t conjugate the verb to be, then you’re not cutting on me.