The Diary of Herman Barrow
July 22, 1900
The X-Ray of my head is astonishing. I will bring Effie and the children in to have a turn on the machine. All the Barrows should see how God made them both inside and out. I am considering putting an announcement in the New York Times about our latest purchase. Let the residents above fourteenth street realize what The Knick can offer them. I doubt Thackery and young Dr. Chickering’s feat in the operating theater will make a difference to the affluent clienta. I don’t know how many society women suffer from placenta previa. Admittedly, I know little about this condition, but it would seem that a woman of healthy stock, with good blood lines and diet would be far less susceptible to it. I personally have never encountered anyone of my circle suffering from it.
Still, what Thackery did was impressive. I do not like that he and Bertie had scantily dressed oriental women parading down our hallways. It doesn’t take a genius to imagine the kind of research they were providing our hard working doctors. Thackery has taken quite a liking to his protégé. The same can’t be said for him and Dr. Edwards. He is still being marginalized and with good reason. As much as the Robertsons want him here, I believe it won’t be long before he vacates that basement office for good. There are idealist who believe we are all equal, but that world is a fantasy. Just like you wouldn’t put a cat and a mouse in the same cage. Putting Negros and whites in close proximity is a powder keg to near a flame. No good will come of it.