The face of AIDS
“In November, 1990, LIFE magazine published a photograph of a young man, David Kirby — his body wasted by AIDS, his gaze locked on something beyond this world — surrounded by anguished family members as he took his last breaths. The haunting image of Kirby’s passing (above), taken by a journalism grad student named Therese Frare, became the one photograph most identified with the HIV/AIDS epidemic that, by then, had seen as many as 12 million people infected.”
My Dad was an immunologist before he became a bio-ethicist. When I was a kid, I remember him coming home to tell us about a frightening virus that didn’t really have a name yet. Some of the doctors at the hospital, he said, were perplexed by the profound toll it was taking on three “H” communities – Haitians, homosexuals and heroin users. I remember him saying it was the most formidable virus any of them had ever seen. “If it does what we think it is going to do,” he said, “it will kill millions of people.”
It did. Every year, now, it kills about two million people. Many more live with it.
When that photo appeared, I – like everyone else – thought it was extraordinary. I was appalled by Benetton’s use of it to sell sweaters – but, as the above link to Life makes clear, David Kirby’s parents felt it was the right thing to do. They’d know better than me.
Anyway. I don’t post this photo to mark some sad anniversary or anything else like that. I just put it here to remind myself that it is a terrible, terrible disease, and that it is still with us.
Canada AM, July 22: Guergis remains under the bus
Paradis stays in, Guergis stays out: Sound fair to you? Me neither. Link somewhere in here.
Guergis-gate: not
I’m doing Canada AM, in a little bit, on the Helena Guergis mess – a mess entirely of the Harperite Team’s own making. She and her lawyer are going to do rather well, I’d say.
What’s your view? Got any good lines for me to use on AM? Caption for the photo above? Comments are open!
I’m thinking a certain Prime Minister owes a certain MP an apology…
RCMP ends Helena Guergis probe with no action taken: lawyer (Guergis-RCMP)
Source: The Canadian Press
Jul 21, 2010 16:00
OTTAWA – The lawyer for deposed cabinet minister Helena Guergis says the RCMP has given his client a clean bill of health.
Howard Rubel says an inspector with the Mounties has advised him that the police probe found “no substance” to any of the issues raised by the Prime Minister’s Office.
Rubel says the RCMP assured him that all concerns related to Guergis have been “resolved” and that there will be no further action.
Earlier this year, Guergis was booted from cabinet as minister for the status of women after allegations surrounding misuse of her office by her husband, ex-Tory MP Rahim Jaffer.
She was also kicked out of the Conservative caucus and made to sit as an independent backbencher.
Guergis denied any wrongdoing, saying Prime Minister Stephen Harper never made clear what allegations he had passed on to the Mounties.
By the book
I spotted this the other day in the New York Times. When you think of it, it is astonishing:
The gamble that book retailers took – namely, slashing the cost of digital books, as well as the devices upon which we read them – has clearly paid off. People are reading e-books in record numbers. I’m one of them: as I wrote months ago, I now read more than ever before – and I’m doing all that reading on an eReader or an iPad. (And yesterday, I bought my daughter a Kobo at Chapters for $150.)
All of this enthusiasm for books is not without its risks, however. As with record stores, one can easily see a day when bookstores go the way of the do do bird. And, maybe, when book shelves become a thing for antique collectors – and even libraries start to close, too.
I’m personally torn about all this. On the one hand, the loss of books you can hold in your hand has Orwelliam 1984-ish overtones: if books no longer exist, can’t history also be changed by revisionists, with a tap of a keyboard key? On the other hand, as my former journalism prof Roger Bird once said to us (when asked about the death of certain words, and continual churning of language): “You can’t stop it.”
What do you think? More being books being read is a good thing. But is it a good thing when the books are reduced to some bits of digitized data, imprisoned on a flickering screen, with no permanence?
Comments – digital comments – are open.
Kingston: Yeah yeah yeah
Crisis now passed, I can reveal I spent all of last night on a chair in Emerg at KGH. Watched the sun come up over the lake, afterwards, so things must have worked out okay. Brought home a rock, which I’m going to paint. Long story.
As I tore through the night along that goddamned highway – that infernal strip of asphalt – I heard this tune again on XM. These guys are from Denmark or something. Their name is a stinker, but the tune is a killer. Certainly keeps you up, when you’re heading East at about 3:00 a.m. Recommended.
Inception
Bollocks
Rotten says “Sex Pistols” was a lousy name. He means it, maaaan.
I say bollocks. I wore one of my many [one of 2,000 he owns – ed.] Sex Pistols Bollocks T-shirts on Friday, on the way up to the cottage, and it got a postive response everywhere. A grandfatherly type came up to me at a gas station on Kingston Road and said he bought that album “simply because of the name.” So there, Johnny.
Band names are crucially important – more important than your actual songs, in my experience. Some of the names of bands I have been in: Hot Nasties (taken from a porn film), Social Blemishes (because we were), Sick Dick and the Volkswagens (from a Pynchon novel), Nemesis Goosehabit and the Jesus Beatles (dreamt up whilst I was a telephone solicitor at Calgary’s World of Cleaning Services), Chicken Realistic and the Fabulous Kevins (featuring my friend James Muretich on lead screams, R.I.P.), and – of course – Shit From Hell, now SFH.
Speaking of which:
Senseless census?
Tonight, I received this email:
Warren:
RE: Census. You didn’t – I DID get charged by StatsCan and am on trial.
Finished presentation of evidence on March 16th. It was very clear that the Crown cannot win the case. And is in serious breach of Charter Rights, using the coercion of jail and a fine to force people to hand over a ‘biographical core of personal information.’ It is possible that the Govt’s move to make the long form voluntary was to try and get them off the hook. The Judge is scheduled to hear the arguments in my trial on Sept 9th.
I refused to cooperate with the census because of the out-sourcing of census work to Lockheed Martin Corp (American military).
Appended is part of an email I circulated recently. You may be interested.
Sandra Finley, Saskatoon
So I went online and found coverage of Sandra’s trial here and here and here and here and here.
What say you, now, long-form census enthusiasts? In my case, I objected to the highly-personal stuff I was being told to hand over (eg. the racial composition of my family, income, mortgage payments, etc.) – and, additionally, being told to hand over such personal stuff to governments, who I know from personal experience are really sloppy with pretty much all of the information that comes into their possession. But at least I wasn’t prosecuted (although there are no shortage of [anonymous] federal Liberals now calling for me to be kicked out of the party for my insolence).
Sandra Finley wasn’t so lucky. How about a left-leaning woman being hauled into a court by the Harper government because she objects to government’s commercial interest in gathering data it uses the law to compel millions of people to provide? How about that?
It’s Summertime, so I reckon about 70 per cent of the sound and fury surrounding the long form census controversy is seasonal. You know, it’s silly season, etc. So I am trying not to get too worked up about the whole thing.
But Sandra Finley’s case – and the dozens of other cases like it – certainly tests my resolve.
Comments are open. Oh, and fill your boots, angry Grits: explain to me, please, why the Harper government is right to prosecute a 60-year-old peace activist, would you?