Thursday, December 1, 2011

World AIDS Day – December 1st, 2011

It is more than a horror story, exploited by the tabloids. AIDS is really a test of us, as a people. When future generations ask what we did in this crisis, we're going to have to tell them that we were out here today. And we have to leave the legacy to those generations of people who will come after us.

Someday, the AIDS crisis will be over. Remember that. And when that day comes -- when that day has come and gone, there'll be people alive on this earth -- gay people and straight people, men and women, black and white, who will hear the story that once there was a terrible disease in this country and all over the world, and that a brave group of people stood up and fought and, in some cases, gave their lives, so that other people might live and be free.
These words were spoken in 1988 by the late AIDS activist Vito Russo. I keep a print-out of these words on my bedroom wall and derive hope and strength every day from them.  

The context for Russo’s speech was, in many ways very different than today’s reality. He was in New York in the 1980s when AIDS was ravaging the gay community and anti-retroviral therapy was not yet available. It was different in that we didn’t know as much about HIV as we do today. We didn’t have treatment. There was a lot of fear as many people, whole communities of gay men passed away.

Although it was a very different context, I am angered and saddened so say that many of the fundamental issues that made the epidemic so devastating in Russo’s time are still raging today.

HIV continues to affect the most vulnerable of us around the world. It is the number one cause of death in women of reproductive age worldwide. It disproportionately affects those living in poverty. Children are still being born HIV positive, although mother-to-child transmission is preventable.

Throughout the world, stigma and marginalization continue to perpetuate the spread of HIV.

It doesn’t come as a surprise that after years of colonialism, the slave trade and continued oppression, that Sub-saharan Africa carries the global burden of HIV/AIDS (an estimated 68% of people living with HIV live in sub-Saharan Africa).

Here in Malawi (and in many other countries in Sub-saharan Africa), HIV has a woman’s face. It is clear that this is linked to many women’s lack of social and economic power. Sexual and reproductive health rights are rights for everyone – not just those who enjoy power and privilege. Gender based power dynamics are fueling the spread of HIV with devastating effects here.

Within a Canadian context, women from the African and Caribbean diaspora, Aboriginal peoples, injecting drug users and men-who-have sex with men bear the burden of HIV. Is it a coincidence that these are arguably the most marginalized groups within Canadian society? If so:
-Why would a woman who has emigrated from an African or Caribbean HIV endemic country be 8 times more likely to contract HIV, after arriving in Canada, than me? 
-Why would an Aboriginal Canadian be 3.6 times more likely to contract HIV than me? 

There are approximately 34 people million living with HIV in the world today.  More than 1 million people die of AIDS-related death every year. 7 thousand people aquire HIV every day.

For these, and many other reasons, I believe that HIV and AIDS is one of the grossest injustices of our time.

The UN AIDS ‘Getting to Zero’ Campaign puts forth the goals of ‘Zero new HIV infection, Zero discrimination and Zero AIDS-related deaths’ by 2015 and encourages each and every one of us to be an activist.

There are tons of ways to be an activist! Of the top of my head, here are a few:
  • Get tested! Know your HIV status.
  • Choose to reduce harm to yourself and others by using a condom or a clean needle.
  • Talk about HIV with family and friends. Talking breaks down barriers and reduces stigma!
  • Wear a red ribbon.
  • Add a twibbon on twitter or facebook (
  • Learn more about HIV - educate yourself and share the information with others! (
  • Donate time, resources or money to a local or international HIV/AIDS cause.
  • Now for the shameless plug: If you are interested, I am raising funds to buy Bicycle Ambulances to be used in rural areas of Malawi to take people living with HIV/AIDS to the hospital. Distances can be very long, and those too stick to walk are sometimes carried or pushed in wheelbarrows. Bicycle ambulances (a bike with a stretcher on wheels attached to the back) provide a safer, faster and more dignified way to travel. Check it out at : or make a donation at !

25 years after his speech, Vito Russo’s words are still relevant. Now, more than ever, we need to consider ‘Why we fight’ and if we are really fighting. We have started to turn the tide on HIV, but there is still so much to be done. Today I invite and challenge you join that brave group of people that stands and fights so that others may live and be free. 

Home in Malawi (Nov 30, 2011)


Outside my house - hammock for relaxing and stargazing

Today I wake up feeling rested and excited about the day ahead.
I am incredibly lucky to have a found a wonderful place to stay.

I am renting a room in a small, 2 bdrm house a 25 minute walk away from work and town. The house itself is quite cute, smaller than an apartment. It has a kitchen, which is great because I can cook and keep food, as well as a bathroom with a shower (and even hot water sometimes!). My room is great – it has windows on 3 walls and I wake up every morning bathed in light with a view of green tropical trees and a grass fence. 

Outside the place there is a small porch with some basic wicker furniture where I like to eat breakfast.  It seems funny, but being able to do small things like boiling water or making coffee and eggs feels great after my month of staying in different lodges.

There is also a papaya tree with a hammock right out front my door. Last night I lay on the hammock drinking a cider and watching the stars appear. It is peaceful and I feel safe and happy there. The moon here hangs differently – as a sliver it smiles with its sides turned upwards.

Papaya Tree

Moon smiling in the sky
The best part about where I am living is not the house but the location. It is at the back of a campground for overlanders and backpackers. The place has a camping area, grass huts and dorms where people can stay and is quite lively. There is a small bar, a restaurant with a great vegetarian menu, a book exchange and a swimming pool. There is a also communal area where people hang out. Last night I heard music while lying on the hammock and went out to investigate. A band was practicing by the pool table – a mix of local and foreign guys with guitars, djembes and their voices. I sat and listened to them play, read my book and chatted with a man from Finland.
Given that it gets dark at 6 p.m. and it is unsafe to walk outside after that time, it is wonderful to be able to be around people and have things to do without leaving the camp area. If I need privacy, I can go hang out in my room or on the porch of the house, which is perfect.

If there isn’t any running water, there are always buckets of water in the communal bathrooms so I am never without. 

I also now have a roommate now who seems very nice – Tyler is a young guy from Indianapolis who is also volunteering here.

It is funny how having a welcoming physical space makes a huge difference. I don’t feel as disconnected and foreign anymore. I am part of a community and have a place that allows me to be myself and that meets my needs.

I feel so grateful for my new home. 


Living Room

My new bike - a gift from my Aunt Mary & Uncle Sandy