I know that I’m late for World AIDS Day but forgive me. I’ve been traveling.
Eight years ago, I sat down to a late lunch with a friend in one of our college’s dining halls. I was telling her about the movie “Yesterday,” which I had just watched and bawled over. That led us to a discussion about AIDS.
She volunteered that she’d already made her newly out best guy friend promise not to get HIV. In fairness, she was 18. We all do and say questionable things at that age.
As I was reading the Slate piece to which I’ve linked, I thought of this story and realized that, given the demographics into which I fit, this friend probably should’ve been more concerned about me contracting HIV.
I was so moved when I read author Hugh Ryan’s words because curing AIDS, while a worthy goal and a development I’d eagerly welcome, we all need to really evaluate they way we treat the people most likely to get it. We can be the solution.
So why aren’t we?
(P.S. This reminds me of another story: I remember when I was a young girl and first fell in love with R.E.M., I saw a picture of frontman Michael Stipe wearing a hat that said “White House Stop AIDS.” I didn’t understand how the government could cure a disease. I thought that was solely the work of scientists. Only later did I realize what he meant and how wrong I’d been.)