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Josef Mengele

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Mengele was known as a manic collector of things human, including dwarf corpses, gallstones, and eyes. His fascination with eyes led to the infamous experiments in which he injected various substances into the eyes of brown-eyed Jewish children in an attempt to make them Nordic (blue).
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Bettina Beech, as quoted in Race & Research : Perspectives on Minority Participation in Health Studies? (2004) by Bettina M. Beech and Maurine Goodman, p. 41

 
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