Good Luck, Charlie!

Charlie Sheen did something pretty rad Tuesday morning.

He had the balls to admit to contracting HIV to a merciless and misinformed American media, putting to bed the mythical "Hollywood Suparstar's Desperate Battle with AIDS" (way to go, Radar Online) . By the way, how much longer are we going to take professionals flamboyantly mistaking HIV and AIDS (Howard Stern, please rise)?

I'd also like to know when we got so dick deep in judging others that we abandoned our compassion? Seriously. Seriously! Where the fuck is our compassion? Because, I didn't hear it in that shitty Howard Stern interview, and I can't find it on my Facebook page. I had a longtime friend post a status that reiterated the shame and judgment hijacking almost every conversation about the contraction of HIV (he actually used the term, "Dirty needles and whores" in correlation with those affected by HIV/AIDS. He is evil and he must be destroyed).

Very 80's photo of Ryan White with Charlie Sheen and Marlee Matlin 

The New Out

Love of my life (in my head) Danny Pintauro said it best; HIV is the new closet. Admitting a positive HIV status in this era is the equivalent of a gay man's rite-of-passage; coming out of the closet. From the drum roll, right down to the misguided "how will this affect our children" babble. The outcome, clearly, will differ. However, the blueprint for a public coming-out is nearly identical. You get the interview. You get the magazine cover. You get the round of applause. You get the public shaming. And, you get to stand by and watch the most intimate parts of your life and sexual behavior dissected and judged before your very own eyes. 

I see HIV/AIDS advocates with the same precarious we-need-a-leader look in their eyes that I've grown desensitized to. Because, in the black community, that look has been present since the day the Reverend died. For each rise of a prominent figure in the center of any fight, is the fall of someone who gets demoted to what they could have been. Whether it's Caitlyn, or Danny, or Charlie, they come out to a lot of pressure. Pressure to speak up. Pressure to show up. Pressure to get it right. And when they don't measure up to our defining-as-we-go standards, we knock 'em down. Crabs in a barrel, I tell ya'.


Blind Reporting

"I want to know, do you...do you take responsibility for your actions, for being promiscuous, going into a lifestyle of having heightened sex...?" 
                              - Candace Cameron Bure, The View

The biggest detriment that stems from our ragtag media circuit is that it's stalling our need to spread information and resources. Long story short, the media isn't ready. If the American people are scared straight when it comes to HIV anything, then the American media is scared stupid. Howard Stern doesn't know the difference from HIV and AIDS (fact-checkers, anyone?) and Candace from Full House wants to know if you've repented for being naughty. What is going on?! This is the time to educate. I've seen better reporting from The Onion and the New York Post (literally).

 Charlie gave us so much to talk about that morning. Like, how alcohol and substance abuse spike the risk factors of contracting HIV. How mental health has strong ties to substance abuse. This is an amazing opportunity for us to drop our systematic, incorrect views on the virus and use a more adult, tactical approach to how we treat HIV prevention and infection. This is what we should be talking about. This is what we need to be talking about. But, of course, we get caught up trying to figure out how many grams Danny smoked, and how many prostitutes Charlie ran through. People walk away with no real, fruitful insight on the issues. Slaves to the stigma. As Peter Staley puts it, "The stigma has made the front end work frustratingly inefficient. It always comes down to the stigma."

If American society had the intellect to discuss the behavior of Charlie Sheen in correlation with HIV contraction, this would be an entirely different discussion. Unfortunately, the intellect is lacking so the progression has stalled. If there's any doubt about this fact, simply check the comment section of any article written on Charlie Sheen (like this one). You'll find it infested with bad humor and heartless judgment. People who attack Charlie Sheen for having HIV don't talk about him like he's a person. People talk about him with free range to take shots at his health, his future, and his livelihood, like this dick. They talk about him the same exact way they talk about anyone who's contracted HIV. It's a fucking shame.

He Had it coming

What do you say to a stage-four lung cancer patient who used to smoke a pack a day? Do you say, "Ha! That's what you get! What were you thinking?" If the judgment and ridicule overrides a person's medical condition, than the person doing the judging is an asshole. There's no such thing as a disease deserved. Every time you cast shame and judgment on anyone for their medical condition (mental, clinical, acquired, etc.), you're playing for the wrong team. And, scaring people from getting tested, protected, and educated on their health. True story.

If the "that's what happens" adage is a nod to his colorful sexual past, than you are absolutely right. Contracting HIV is certainly something that can happen when you engage in unprotected sex, and disregard sexually transmitted diseases (and other consequences. Like babies). But, just to be clear, only half of young adults are using condoms on a consistent basis. Should we treat the other half that's at a higher-risk than their peers like many morons are treating Charlie, because that's what happens? Compassion? Anybody?


Why should anyone feel sorry for that degenerate? He's no hero!

When I talk about Charlie Sheen today, I could give two-shits about who he was yesterday. His penchant for fast drugs, good times, and long nights are not unlike my own. No, I never paid for a whore. But, I sure did enjoy brushing arms with them. And, I use(d) to do a lot of drugs. Drugs that provoke a slew of bad decisions and risky behavior. I haven't contracted HIV like Sheen. But, that doesn't make me better or smarter. It just makes me (dare I say it) lucky. What if I did have HIV though? Would you just throw me out to pasture, forget you ever knew me? Would you tell me I had it coming? Would you think my karma caught up with me? If so, I would ask you, "Where the fuck is your compassion?"

Don't trust anybody who's got the guile to tell you who deserves what - not even yourself. Rest assured, sooner or later, we will all find ourselves on the losing side of compassion. Maybe you'll get fired for screwing up, or a suspended license for a DUI, or your lover will leave you because they're tired of your shit. Whatever it is, the other shoe is going to drop. You're going to realize you don't know it all. It's going to dawn on you that, perhaps, you played it all wrong. And then, that's when you'll have some empathy for the Charlie's in the world. I say, don't wait for the other shoe to drop. Muster up some compassion and logic now.

The bottom line is that we're living in an era that has yet to properly address and get a handle on how we're going to deal with HIV/AIDS moving forward. We can't afford to pick and choose who we support in the HIV/AIDS community. We can't afford to pass up the opportunity to educate and inform a generation that treats a fucking plague like an ancient, common cold. And, we most certainly cannot afford to not give a round of applause to any human (no matter what past precedes them) who has balls big enough to tell the world he's positive on national TV. Thanks to Charlie, the conversation is full-throttle. People are talking, and they're learning, honey! He may not be a hero to many due to his past discretions, bu,t make no mistake, admitting to being HIV positive in this country is a very brave thing to do.

It's going to be a very long, very winding road to getting American media and society to treat HIV treatment, prevention, and patients with the respect and facts deserved.
In the end, we'll never know why the good Lord would tap on a womanizing degenerate like Charlie Sheen to be the latest messenger. What we know to be true is that there's been enough divide in the fight against HIV/AIDS. Like it or not, he's on our team now.

AIDS Jokes and Those Who Shame Them: Who's Getting the Last Laugh?

 

 

 

Question: How do you turn a fruit into a vegetable?
Punch line: AIDS


This 'joke' was told to me at work. Let's translate: How do you kill a homosexual? Punch line: AIDS.

*In the state of New York, 80% of newly diagnosed AIDS patients lived in New York City

*100,000 New Yorkers have died of HIV/AIDS related causes

*Men who have sex with men make up 4% of the US male population, but account for almost 78% of all new HIV infection

*93% of new HIV/AIDS diagnoses among females in New York City were in black or Latina women in the first half of 2011.

I'm begging you; show me the funny.

It was the summer of 2013. I had been employed at this cheesy midtown restaurant for almost a year. Long enough to know the in's and out's, but still unknown to the hire up's. It was the best shitty job I'd ever had, in the heart of Manhattan.

This 'joke' was being recited by a co-worker, who heard it from a cook who told it on a cigarette break. I immediately interpreted the 'joke' on a literal level; my reaction was visceral. I was both underwhelmed and disturbed at the hamburger-helpers I called peers who felt it appropriate to recite the slur. The verbal indignity was re-told in a very hush-hush, "I can't believe he said that, but isn't it funny?" manner. Even still, my disgust was targeted solely towards the cook. Was he making fun of queers or AIDS patients? Was anyone aware that the insult reiterated the myth that AIDS was a gay disease? The vacant space where his brain should have been found humor in that 'joke'. Apparently I was supposed to find the humor as well. Of course I let each moron within that circle know their humor lacked both compassion and comedy. And, of course, I stormed off knowing my scolding did the situation no justice.

I wanted heads to roll and knew exactly how to do it. By the time I got home at the end of my shift, I had drafted a 608-word, scathing email aching to be proofread and cc'd to anyone who had an iota of pull within the company. My words were sharp and abrasive with a hint of threat. I stated facts. I noted breached rules and regulations from the employee handbook. I suggested diversity training. And then, I waited.

While action was made (he was terminated within 72 hours), it had been done in silence with no warning to follow. One day the prick was at work. The next day he wasn't. No diversity classes. No reiteration of corporate conduct and ethics. No lesson.

Whispers turned into bold-faced accusations. By the end of the week there were a substantial amount of supporters of the 86'd cook. That zero-tolerance stance I took upon first hearing the 'joke' lead many to figure out I was the whistle-blower. The cold shoulders were relentless, as was the backhanded commentary. "Uh oh, Tamela's here. Everybody watch what you say before that girl gets you fired." Once, while having a simple difference of opinion with a co-worker she quipped, "Even if you're wrong, you're right. Please, please, don't get me fired!" Ironically, the consequence the prick paid for his own actions far outweighed the action that actually caused such consequence.

As time past, the termination scandal dissipated. By the time Christmas rolled around it felt as though the incident was a million miles away. Until it happened. She happened. Justine Sacco.

In route to Africa, Sacco made a vile 'joke' about being immune to AIDS because she's not a black African. Humor as cruel and ignorant as the one that prick told. However, there were more than just a few ears listening during a cigarette break. She broadcasted her Trumpesque humor for all the Twitter world to re-tweet. Sacco's consequence, by far, eclipsed that of the ex-cook. She wasn't just fired. By the time her feet touched African soil her reputation shear existence was ruined, social media style.

I used to think there would always be fool-proof gratification in seeing justice served. However, when the motive is misplaced or the lesson is lost, who's winning? Even if Justine Sacco evolved into an intellectual space that allowed her to understand the hurt and damage in that loaded gun she tweeted, her resentment towards those who rallied for her demise blares over her redemption song. Just as I assume that prick spends more time thinking about the bitch who got him fired than thinking about how hurt that bitch must of been that someone would mock a pandemic that's taken 40 million lives (and counting).

People have long-been comfortable with joking about AIDS. In their minds it has nothing to do with them. AIDS is little more than a punch line as far as popular culture is concerned.

It's easy to laugh at strangers when we've convinced ourselves that they're in a land far, far away; too distant to provoke care or compassion. This ill-willed mindset not only encourages the stigma to grow, it eggs it on. Taking a pandemic and talking it down to a punch line is a defense mechanism that comforts many in the high-risk category. Believe it or not, there are many ignorant victims in this world convinced that as long as they're not checking a homosexual and/or substance abuse box, they're in the clear. If only those who laughed at AIDS knew exactly how at-risk they are, I assure you they would not be laughing. Ironically, if those who are at high-risk knew what that risk meant, as well as why the odds are so high against them, their personal fear and concern would dramatically reduce the risks and leave little room for humor.

I'm sure there are many who are still committed to the old adage, "Sticks and stones may break my bones" (if one more person tells me, 'but it was just a joke', I'm probably going to vaporize them). It's easy to follow that chant until you're the one who loses your job, your kids, your dignity, or your privacy because you contracted a chronic illness. Who gets the last laugh then?

There are HIV positive people living in New York that have the same chance as anyone else to live long, healthy lives. But, they'll never know because we're laughing them out of the waiting rooms. Can you believe that there are people who willingly decline FREE HIV/AIDS testing? Too scared to know (insert sad face here).

The correlation between that prick's circumstances, as well as Sacco's, as well as many, many, many others is the fact that the space to educate those too desensitized to pass up laughing took a backseat to blaming/shaming the ignorant. In my experience, I was the one on the blame/shame end of the stick, unlike Sacco who had to carry the consequence of an ignorant culture on her own.

 I do not endorse the public shaming of any individual for something said. But, not for any righteous or humbling reason. Simply because, it's a fucking distraction. I'd give less than two shits about morons telling bad jokes if it weren't for the fact that the humor is killing us. Literally. People are dying. All over the world. Of AIDS. Babies. Children. People. We're not going to accomplish anything by going after the wrong target.

One night, while downing craft beers and Fireball with a co-worker, he finally asked the question he and many other's wanted answered.

"Why'd you have to get him fired? I mean... he really wasn't a bad guy. And, it was just a joke." He proceeded to inform me that many people sympathized with the terminated supervisor, mainly because he was soon-to-be married and needed his job to pay for wedding expenses.

"There's no such thing as a funny AIDS joke," I responded after a moment's pause. I then said things that, until that moment, had been unsaid. "More than two-third's of my loved ones are gay, and more than a handful are HIV positive. I just can't stop thinking about what that joke would do to them, how it would make them feel if they heard it. I think about that and it makes my skin crawl." We continued to debate about stigmas, consequence, and general opinion.

In the end, my email didn't change the way popular culture addresses the lack of compassion, understanding, and logic towards those with AIDS. And, while I take no pride in the loss of someone's wages, I'll never regret taking a stand. It's going to take a lot of people, a lot of emails, and a lot of, "That shit's not funny bro," before the masses wise up. The only way to kill the stigma is by changing the narrative. If there's one lesson I took from my experiences with AIDS 'jokes' it's that it's more important to shame the humor and the narrative than it is to shame the individual sharing it. The prick who got fired, along with Justine Sacco are nothing more than ignorant victims who've got a lot to learn.

*statistics compiled by New York City Aids Memorial January 2013