You’re Wrong. I’m Tired of You. I Want to Shake You. I Still Love You.

It’s not just that you’re wrong and, be clear, you’re clearly, obviously, empirically wrong. It’s the combination of confidence and condescension with which you peddle your wrongness that angers me.

It’s galling.

You equate grammatically incorrect memes and the opinions of crackpots and strangers to the experiences of doctors worldwide, including thousands doctors from Black American, South American, Caribbean, African and other indigenous backgrounds. I’ve looked at your friend list…