God, AIDS, Africa & HOPE

Reflections / Gedanken

Silently into the grave

Stefan Hippler

Silently into the grave – Why those with Aids don’t want to know the truth

No, no, it’s fine. Everything’s okay. Whenever we ask Maggie* how she is doing, she always gives the same answer. But we can see that she is getting thinner and weaker by the day. It’s obvious that she struggles to clean the rooms in our guesthouse, she visibly strains just shaking pillows or emptying the bins. And yet she insists: Don’t worry about me. Maggie has worked at the Mediterranean Villa for two years. She is 48 years old. Her husband died in 2004, and since then she has had to find her own way with three children. The two older daughters don’t work, the youngest smokes Tik – crystal methamphetamines – which is all the rage in Cape Town’s drug scene. It’s disastrous for the whole family. While the mother works, the daughter sells all the household’s possessions to buy more drugs. But the money is never enough to gratify her addiction. Maggie’s daughter enters a vicious cycle of crime: she steals, she is arrested, mother bails her out, she does not reform, is arrested again, etc. And Maggie works and earns the money needed to bail her out.

But soon Maggie won’t be able to do that any more, because there is a disorder about which she doesn’t want to talk. She also doesn’t want to see a doctor. All our efforts at persuading her are futile. She makes excuses: “Let it be, it’s fine, I have no time for doctors, it’s just the stress.” Both of us know that it isn’t stress, but the stigma. It’s the dread of being marked out and ostracised if her neighbours in the township should know what ails her. That disease: HIV/Aids. It’s always others who get infected – neighbours, strangers, outsiders. The stigma is remorseless. It draws on ignorance, rumours, credulity and moral failure. It leads to the exclusion of the affected. “Don’t touch me”. “Use another toilet.” One hears such phrases every day. And sometimes: “You’re not one of us any more.”

It’s like a social death penalty – and that happens in a culture which proclaims the principle of ubuntu. A keyword in Africa’s mutually supportive societies, it can be defined as one being human only through other people.
Aids. Maggie won’t even say the word. Her husband’s death certificate also doesn’t say what exactly caused his death. He just was very ill. Nobody needs to know more. And that’s why so many people refuse to go to a doctor. “No problem; it’s not that bad.” Always the same excuses, the same pleading, the same silent complaints, and sometimes also tears – and it goes on like this for weeks. Finally, in November 2006, I prevail and take Maggie to the doctor for a blood test. She refuses to accept the result. No, she doesn’t have this sickness; she isn’t ill. The doctor puts her off work for six months. She gets weaker and weaker, her body is falling apart; it’s too late for the medications which could extend her life. Soon, on a sunny January morning, she dies. The fear of stigmatization killed Maggie – a fate shared by many thousands of her fellow HIV-positive South Africans.

* name changed

Translation from:
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Hardcover: 207 pages  –  Publisher: Kiepenheuer & Witsch GmbH (August 31, 2007)
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3462039253  –  ISBN-13: 978-3462039252
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Paperback  – Bastei – Luebbe  –
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3404606159  –  ISBN-13: 978-3404606153

Filed under: General, HIV and AIDS, HIV Prevention, HIV Treatment, HOPE Cape Town Association & Trust, HOPE Cape Town Trust, Medical and Research, Networking, Politics and Society, Reflection, Society and living environment, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Nobody dies of Aids

Stefan Hippler

Nobody dies of Aids  –  An introduction to myths and misunderstandings

What exactly is Aids? What does the infamous HI-virus do? You may well argue that these questions are inane, considering that the pandemic has raged for more than a quarter of a century and that these terms have been widely used and discussed in the mass media.
Yet, they are both absolutely relevant questions, because there is still a lot of confusion. The topic is eternally controversial, so its vocabulary tends to be used and manipulated to support one point of view or the other. Many people don’t even know the difference between HIV and Aids, as becomes apparent every time a well-meaning visitor comes to HOPE Cape Town and asks to see the “Aids babies”. The difference between HIV and Aids is critical: Aids is not a pathogen, nor an illness, but a syndrome. When the HI-virus has worn down the immune system, the body has no defenses against viruses and bacteria. The patient then clinically enters into the final stage of a process that, without intervention, will inevitably culminate in death. The term commonly used for that stage is “full-blown Aids”. But note that the patient does not die directly from the consequences of the HI-virus’ attack, but from a so-called opportunistic illness which exploits the immune weakness of the body. In Cape Town’s township that opportunistic illness is mostly tuberculosis.
But back to the basics: HIV is the acronym for Human Immunodeficiency Virus and refers to the pathogen which first resided in the bodies of Central African monkeys – in peaceful coexistence with the host animals. At some point in the last century the virus (Latin for “poison”) was transmitted to humans, possibly after the consumption of simian meat. Then the laws of evolution kicked in, setting off a battle of life and death because the human immune system can’t expel this invader.

How does one become infected? Most people will immediately answer: by having sex. A simple enough answer to a simple question – and that is precisely why the actual process of infection is usually ignored. To put it in simple terms, nobody gets infected through sex. Rather, the virus is transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. This delicate distinction may seem pedantic, but in the dialogue about Aids prevention and the stigmatization of infected people it is crucial.

Sexuality does not just mean the mechanical exchange of bodily fluids; it’s also an expression of affection and love between spouses and life partners. The challenge we are facing is to reduce or even neutralise the inherent dangers of exchanging bodily fluids.

Besides the sexual context, there are other ways of contracting HIV. Every accident, every needle prick, every jointly used razor, every blood transfusion creates the risk of infection.

Blood, sperm, pre-ejaculate and vaginal secretions are the bodily fluids that contain the highest concentration of HIV. Breast milk has a lower density of the virus, but it is transmitted in great volumes during the regular nursing of infants. We can safely ignore all other bodily fluids as potential transmitters. There are no documented cases of tears, saliva or sweat causing contagion. The virus also can’t penetrate skin. Provided the skin is healthy, blood or sperm present no hazard. The virus can penetrate skin only through open scratches, wounds or injuries to the epidermis.

And it’s not just HIV-negative people who must avoid the exchange of bodily fluids, but also people who already are infected. They can be infected a second time, because the HI-virus mutates when it is being replicated and “individualises” itself in the human body. This medical fact should bust the myth that those who are HIV-positive don’t need to protect themselves anymore.
HIV is a so-called retrovirus, which means it cannot replicate by itself. To replicate, the virus needs cells on to which it can attach itself – the white blood cells, the generals of our immune system. They are then converted to produce new HI-viruses, in their thousands per millilitre of blood. These settle in the whole body, but according to latest studies especially in the intestinal tract. If pathogen finds an unsuitable host, the virus loses its potency and dies off.
And what happens after infection? In the first stage after contagion many people suffer from flu-like symptoms, swelling of the lymph nodes, and aches in the head, throat and muscles. The virus reproduces in its millions, particularly in the first few weeks after infection – at that time the risk of transmission to others is extremely high. The second stage is called the asymptomatic phase because the infected person now feels completely well. But the virus keeps spreading in the blood, inconspicuously and slowly, and gradually weakens the immune system by corrupting the CD-4 cells, which in healthy bodies help fight off invaders, but now become hosts for the virus through which to multiply. That phase can take years. The infected person is apparently healthy, and the infection can be determined only through an HIV antibody or PCR test.

In the third stage serious symptoms appear: significant weight loss, skin fungi, herpes, skin ulcers like Kaposi’s sarcoma, dysentery, sustained fever and so on. In the fourth and final stage the virus finally conquers the immune system, and the patient becomes susceptible to serious illnesses such as tuberculosis, though even harmless infections can be lethal.

The majority of antiretroviral medicines on the market stop the reproduction of the virus in the white blood cells. But pathogens that proliferate at a rapid pace also make “mistakes” – that’s how genetic mutations of the virus occur. These mutated strains of HIV, creating what is known as resistance, can compromise the efficacy of the antiretroviral drugs. That’s why it is important to inhibit the multiplication of the pathogens in first place. If fewer viruses are produced, the possibility of mutation decreases. That can be achieved only through a fixed regimen of dosages of antiretroviral agents in the body. There are two reasons why no method of removing the virus from the body has been found so far: firstly, the virologists don’t know yet exactly where in the body all the pathogens are hosted; secondly, the virus can pretend to be “sleeping”.

Recent research has intensified to combine medications with a view to easing the use and load of the pills. The product Atripla, for example, covers the necessary daily cocktail of medications with a single pill.

In America a drug going by the name MK-0518 has been developed. It inhibits the so-called integrase enzyme of the HI virus – the integrase adds viral genetic material into the host cell’s DNA, which then allows the infected cell to produce new copies of the virus. Parallel to that pharmaceutical research, testing continues on microbicide gels which can be applied to the vagina before sexual intercourse to kill the virus before it can reach the blood stream. Research is also being conducted into anti-HIV vaccines, but the scientists dampen our hopes: it might be ten years or more before there will be any breakthrough.

Translation from:
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Hardcover: 207 pages  –  Publisher: Kiepenheuer & Witsch GmbH (August 31, 2007)
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3462039253  –  ISBN-13: 978-3462039252
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Paperback  – Bastei – Luebbe  –
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3404606159  –  ISBN-13: 978-3404606153

Filed under: General, HIV and AIDS, HIV Prevention, HOPE Cape Town Association & Trust, HOPE Cape Town Trust, Medical and Research, Networking, Politics and Society, Reflection, Society and living environment, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Nothing new in the South

Bartholomaeus Grill

Nothing new in the South  – HIV: the biggest weapon of mass destruction of our time
A reflection in 2007

An infection by a lethal virus every six seconds. Every day 8,000 Aids deaths. In 2006, five million new infections. Worldwide almost 40 million HIV-positive people. These figures are frightening; they exceed the powers of our imagination. These are the annual statistics from the United Nations. In the West they may be noted with resignation or they are just ignored. The pandemic does not register as a threat there because the numbers of infections – 275,570 reported cases in Western Europe’s 22 countries in December 2006 – are small in global terms. The threat of Aids death has lost its shock value in the West because of a false notion that antiretroviral medication can cure the disease. Those not affected by it tend to trivialize or even evade the pandemic.

First it was the “gay cancer”. Then it came for the prostitutes and the drug addicts. Eventually it came for the blacks. In between, in the 1980s, a shock wave took hold briefly when it was realised that actually everybody was in danger. Nevertheless, in the collective consciousness of the rich parts of the world, Aids – the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome – has remained a curse which afflicts others: the deviants, the failed, the poor, the Africans. Like the medieval Black Plague, the Aids pandemic is inexplicable – it seems to rage in another place, at another time. And because, to paraphrase Albert Camus, a dead man weighs something only if one has seen him dead, history’s millions of Aids-corpses are “nothing but the smoke of the imagination”.

The African must surely feel like those people in Camus’ novel The Plague who are quarantined in the coastal city of Oran. A giant sightscreen surrounds their continent; they suffer and die unnoticed. But the virus transcends fortress walls and state borders. Unlike the medieval city, the expanding citadel of affluence, the European Union, cannot close its fortified gates and hope to be spared. Aids is another phenomenon of globalisation; at least the virus takes on its characteristics. It travels around the word like jet planes, data streams, cash flows or waves of immigration; it is fast, unpredictable and knows no frontiers.

The pandemic connects the North and the South, but also separates the two hemispheres. The HIV-infected in affluent countries reach older age thanks to better therapies; Aids has become a chronic illness. In developing countries, immune deficiency is fatal; it claims ever more lives and depresses life expectancy. For those who are literate the threat diminishes. Those who cannot afford to acquire costly medicines die. “The truth about Aids is a universal truth about the world today,” as the Swedish author Henning Mankell wrote.

The epidemic is spreading almost uncontrollably and at a high-speed in countries such as Kazakhstan, Estonia, Russia and the Ukraine. The rate is even more dramatic in India, where 2,5 million are infected. The new economic superpower has one of the world’s highest numbers of infected, steadily catching up with South Africa, which still tops the table in the death statistics. But those governments that remain indifferent or uncertain can observe in South Africa and its neighbours what will befall their societies if they fail to take swift counteraction. In the southern African region, the pandemic has already entered its devastating phase. There are images of overcrowded hospices, endless funeral processions, overflowing cemeteries. The general rate of infection in Swaziland is 39%, and 56% of pregnant women are infected – these are distressing world records. The average life expectancy in Botswana has dropped to 34,9. In Zambia, twice as many teachers die every year than are being trained at colleges. In Malawi families go hungry because of shortages of agricultural labour. The army of Aids orphans has swelled to 12 million.

Aids exacerbates misery. Aids leads to exploding health costs. Aids consumes growth. Aids undermines development. As the virus destroys the immune system of the human body, so does the epidemic contaminate the fabric of society. In the end, villages will fall silent, just as they did in Europe during the Black Plague, when Petrarch of Verona reported: “No more can you hear voices, sorrow, cries of pain, weeping.”

The American secret service, the CIA, in spring 2001 called HIV/Aids the “biggest threat” to democracy, security and stability in Africa. Then came the autumn, the 11th of September, and since then the biggest threat is something quite different: global terrorism. But billions of people feel no threat from terrorism. They are threatened by poverty, hunger, disease. From their point of view, the most dreadful weapon of mass destruction is called Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). Since its discovery in 1981, about 25 million have fallen victim to the pathogen. You don’t have to be Cassandra to prophesy that in 30 years the epidemic will have extinguished more lives than the Second World War. These are depressing prognosis, but they don’t seem to concern the world powers much.

Stephen Lewis, former UN special envoy for Aids, explained in 2002 during a trip to Ethiopia: “On September 11, 2001, 3,000 people died in a horrific terrorist act and within a few days, the world was talking about hundreds of billions of dollars to fight terrorism. But in 2001, 2,3 million Africans died of Aids and you have to beg and plead to find a few hundred million dollars to spend.” The angry Canadian ex-diplomat accuses the smug, satiated rich regions of the world of mass murder by complacency. In that light the global hysteria that greeted a few thousand cases of SARS or the panic about bird flu seem absurd.

Beyond Africa, the pandemic’s social, economic and security “collateral damage” is not understood. It shatters nation-states and ruins economies. It aggravates crises and conflicts. It jeopardises the stability of entire regions. But it seems as though the world’s elite will not learn from Africa’s experiences. They have more important things on their minds than to deal with the most devastating catastrophe of our time. Their indifference, as Stephen Lewis puts it, is obscene.

Translation from:
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Hardcover: 207 pages  –  Publisher: Kiepenheuer & Witsch GmbH (August 31, 2007)
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3462039253  –  ISBN-13: 978-3462039252
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Paperback  – Bastei – Luebbe  –
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3404606159  –  ISBN-13: 978-3404606153

Filed under: General, HIV and AIDS, HIV Prevention, HIV Treatment, HOPE Cape Town Association & Trust, HOPE Cape Town Trust, Medical and Research, Networking, Politics and Society, Reflection, Society and living environment, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What I expected from being a priest and how I became an Aids activist in Africa

Stefan Hippler:

Was that it? – What I expected from being a priest and how I became an Aids activist in Africa

I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was in July 1986, shortly after my ordination to the priesthood. I was driving from Koblenz to Trier, in south-western Germany. Suddenly a strange anxiety gripped me: was this all there was?

The beautiful scenery of the countryside of Hunsrück and the Eifel flew by, and it felt as if I was confined to a golden cage. My priestly future seemed to be limited to a few precise, definable coordinates. A parish, service to the Church, pastoral duties – I saw my life flashing before me. In the end, a small obituary would say: “Well done, thou faithful and loyal servant…”, and with it a catalogue of parishes and other stations of importance, and a note of appreciation from the bishop of Trier. But I managed to shake off this sense of confinement and lack of direction, and reported to my first post as curate in Münster-Sarmsheim. I was ready to follow the promise I had made at my ordination, to experience the glorious freedom of God’s children.

At the same time I was also intensively engaged in the peace movement – much to the distress of my Episcopal superiors. I took part in a sit-in at the American nuclear depot in Hasselbach, and was promptly arrested, along with a couple of high-profile protesters. The officials of my diocese were less than impressed when they watched the TV footage of their vicar being bundled into a police van. And so just six months into my priesthood my career, in as far as there is such a thing in the Church, was already on a slope.

When the first Gulf War broke out in the early 1990s, I was serving as vicar in Andernach. My parish of St Peter’s became a regional refuge of spiritual resistance, and again the superiors were irritated by my peace activism. At the same time it bothered me, as a young priest, to be preaching Sunday sermons at my congregations without having been exposed much to real life – I felt that I needed real life experience before I could act as a proper pastor. So I applied for a year’s leave. The sabbatical turned out to last five years during which I didn’t always work in the vineyard of the Lord, but also in other pastures. A McDonald’s drive-in restaurant taught me how to prepare burgers. After the Berlin Wall fell, McDonald’s offered me a lucrative managerial post in eastern Germany. I turned it down: I wanted life experience, not a career.

Instead I went to work for 18 months on a finca in Spain to learn various farming skills, such as harvesting and the processing of almonds. After that I returned to Germany to work as a care assistant in a hospital ward for final-stage cancer patients. And then I was joining as a volunteer of he organisation Pax Christi to care for refugees in Croatia. In Mostar I began to fully understand the horrors of war. My next station was Frankfurt, working at the international airport in the social services department which attends to stranded refugees and asylum applicants. My primary function was to take care of unaccompanied refugee children. That experience marked a turning point in my life. I quickly learned that Germany’s Constitution (or “Basic Law”) ended at passport control – as not infrequently did human rights.

I had to witness how children would be traumatized as they were arrested at machinegun-point by border patrols and then be put into a sort of Ikea-jail in Terminal 2. Or how a two-year-old refugee boy was refused entry as a security threat to the Federal Republic, even as his mother was granted an asylum seeker permit inside Germany. Or how some people in their despair attempted to commit suicide. After such experiences I began to think of Germany in some aspects as not better than as a banana republic. That time-tested my view of humanity, and by extension of God. On reflection I am thankful for these experiences – without them, I would not be the person I am today.

The key event was my massive clash with the then-minister for the interior, Manfred Kanther. The conflict centred on seven Sudanese men who protested against their expulsion with a weeks-long hunger strike. On three occasions the Constitutional Court ruled, at the last-minute, against their deportation. But then Kanther ordered the seven to be put in leg irons, placed on a chartered jet and flown to Khartoum. During their eight-week hunger strike I had become particularly friendly with one of the seven, a quiet, reticent young man, whose claims to having been tortured in Sudan appeared to be highly credible. But having been tortured was not good enough grounds for securing asylum, so I had decided to shield the poor guy by way of adult adoption. But he and his six friends were now back in Sudan. A reporter for the magazine stern (which once attracted attention for publishing the fake diaries of Adolf Hitler) established through instant research that they had just been economic refugees. Minister Kanther must have been delighted, because the article seemed to vindicate him.

I decided to fly to Sudan to determine the facts of the matter myself. My employer, Caritas, also had an interest in the matter: if we were proved right, we would at least be able to claim a moral victory. I succeeded in locating and visiting all seven of the deported men, and could now verify that stern’s account did not correspond with the facts. For example, the reporter worked a pure miracle by interviewing, without the aid of modern technology, the mother of one of the seven from a distance of 400km!

My research did not please the Sudanese officials, and even less so their German counterparts. When I landed two weeks later in Frankfurt, border patrol units surrounded the aeroplane. My companion to Sudan and I were detained. At the station I noticed an Interpol wanted poster…for me! I realised that the situation was serious: I was being investigated for suspected human trafficking and formation of a criminal ring! An attorney secured my release. Shortly after a telephonic message from Caritas: “Your employment is terminated with immediate effect.”

The confrontation with the might of the state, the falsehoods peddled by the press, the inhumane asylum policy – all this shook my set of values to their core. I prevailed in my legal case against stern, and after half a year the investigation against me was closed. Caritas welcomed me back on duty, but only after I had threatened them with a complaint in labour court. But Germany had become too restrictive for me; I knew I had no future there.

In 1997 my diocese allowed me to continue my pastoral service abroad, for which I remain grateful to my then-bishop, the late- Hermann Josef Spital. So I went to Africa – and arrived, to the shock of the parish sister, with another man, namely my Sudanese friend, whom I had adopted. It is obvious, she told me, what it means when two men live together. And right off I had another problem: the parish sister immediately informed my superiors in Bonn. In the end, a brief clarification was enough to smooth things over.

Now I began to meet a great challenge: the renewal of the stagnant German-speaking Catholic parish in the Cape. It had neither a church nor a presbytery, the parish register consisted of a hand-written list. I set about visiting families, asking for addresses and contacts, and then founded a parish council. I also bought a building called the Mediterranean Villa for the church, to serve as a presbytery, a parish centre, and also as a guesthouse, because I was also in charge of the pastoral care for German-speaking tourists. The proceeds from the lodgings were intended to cover the running parish costs and to finance social projects. Confirmation, Easter vigils and Christmas Mass were reintroduced, and slowly the somnolent parish found a new life. A decade later, the 400 square kilometre wide parish is running smoothly.

Besides my pastoral ministry I was also eager to develop social activities: outreach with parishes in black townships, partnerships and development projects with people who remained disadvantaged even in the new, democratic South Africa. Soon one matter occupied the focal point, and I couldn’t let it rest: HIV/Aids and its devastating consequences.

Why do I write at such length about all of this? Because one can understand certain thoughts I express in this book only against the backdrop of my life story. Perhaps only those who understand the harsh realities of everyday life will follow my doubts and questions, and empathise with the abyss which so demoralise me as a priest.

Only those who know my life’s journey will appreciate that behind my cries from the conscience I have an absolute desire for dialogue and, yes, a longing to be taken seriously. The texts in this book are not intended as a gratuitous critique of the Catholic Church, but as a serious enquiry which cannot be dismissed simply with reference to God’s will or the classic “It was always so; why should we do it any differently now?” This is more about the challenges of real life, about questions to which we must find answers. It’s about being confronted by the insights of natural science – and by the ancient sources of our Christian beliefs.

The suffering which has visited millions of people – and also millions of Christians, millions of Catholics – obliges us to enter into a new dialogue with St Augustine, for example. That Church Father’s principles concerning sexual morality and sin have been carved into the Catholic stone, so much so that they seem unassailable. I am not interested in dispensing with all that is old, conventional and traditional for the sake of modern wisdoms. I am looking for an honest inquest and dialogue which must be open for the New which God wants to give us again and again by trusting in the guidance of the Holy Spirit.. In doing so we must conquer our fears, with trust in God. Benedict XVI, the present pope, is a brilliant theologian. Those in the know suggest that after almost three decades in the Vatican he has lost touch with the realities of common life. I understand why that may be inevitable, but I wish that the highest authorities in our Church might listen to its specialists on the ground, instead of closing their minds from the start.

I offer no patented solutions. I also have no intention of rebuilding the Church, never mind shaking it to its foundation. But I would like the Church to consider my practical experiences and intellectual insights in its development of a theology of a people-friendly, loving God. The time in our Church when people would be condemned for thinking independently categorically should be over. I expect to receive the same spiritual respect I offer others, because that shows respect towards those people whose lives and sufferings this book deals with. They are all daughters and sons of God; they are all respected and loved unconditionally by Him.

Translation from:
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Hardcover: 207 pages  –  Publisher: Kiepenheuer & Witsch GmbH (August 31, 2007)
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3462039253  –  ISBN-13: 978-3462039252
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Paperback  – Bastei – Luebbe  –
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3404606159  –  ISBN-13: 978-3404606153

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The restless night

A reflection by Henning Mankell

It is an autumn night when I suddenly wake up. As my eyes open in the pre-dawn darkness, I wonder what it was that seized me from my sleep. Before too long I start to brood. I already know what troubles me – the sensation of an imminent threat. It forces me into a state of full consciousness. It’s nothing like the disjointed abstractions of a dream. I consciously experience the menace which roused me. I am on a battlefield, but where are my weapons? The enemy is invisible and I have no artillery. The battlefield seems to widen. I can see no boundaries. But to speak of a “threat” is not quite accurate. What I mean to say is that I wake up with a sense of dread.

I will happily admit that there are times when I am filled with fear. People who claim that they have no fear are either cynical or they lie. I’m talking about Aids. I awake with a fear that people in the Western world don’t understand the extent of the epidemic which is racing across the globe.

When we speak or think about dread diseases, we tend to do so in terms of “us’ and “them”. But with Aids there are no such categories. Such categories would distort reality and our acuity. There is no “them”, only “us”, even if we in the West are fortunate enough to still be spared from the proliferation of the disease. In Western Europe, the numbers of infected people have not yet skyrocketed. It already has in some Eastern European enclaves, but not yet in the West. Not yet. This is the world today, in its stark reality. We in the West stand at the front of the queue when it comes to access to the latest antiretroviral medications which will allow us, in conjunction with our better living conditions, to live longer, even if we do have the HI virus.

I lie in the darkness and think about how we might come up with a new terminology to classify the world. We used to speak about rich and poor, of developed and underdeveloped. Now we can speak about the chronically ill and the mortally ill. This is not, of course, an absolute truth. Yet, for the majority of HIV-infected people in the rich pockets of the world, Aids can be seen as a more or less controllable chronic illness. In poor countries, HIV-infection can be equal to a death penalty. Only a few are reprieved or have their sentence commuted to a chronic life term, as is the privilege of those who by the roll of the dice were born in the wealthy parts of the world.

And that’s what the world looks like that autumn night. My eyes stare into the darkness and I reminisce. In 1985 I watched a young man disembark from a bus. It was in Kabompo, right on top of the north-western corner of Zambia, on the Angolan border. The young man was emaciated, he had sores in his face, and after staggering a few paces he collapsed. Relatives who had come to fetch him carried him to the hospital where two Dutch doctors fruitlessly tried to help him. A few days later the young man was dead. He was the first person I saw dying of Aids, but certainly not the last. This was more than two decades ago, at the beginning of what would become a colossal epidemic.

A good friend of mine, a fervently enthusiastic Swedish Aids doctor, travelled the world even in high age to advocate for those with Aids and to endeavour that as few people as possible would be infected. He told me about a dinner conversation he had with his wife in the autumn of 1981. She had just returned from a conference on sexually transmitted diseases, hosted by the US Centre for Disease Control in Atlanta. During the breaks, over coffee and in corridors, she had learnt about peculiar cases of a peculiar illness in the United States. It was the first time my friend had heard about the disease which later came to be called Aids. These first cases, which gradually attracted the attention of scientists, doctors and disease control offices, mostly involved homosexual men. Initially there was a lot of uncertainty about what was happening. Very few could imagine that this was the beginning of one of the most terrible epidemics in human history – not even after the virus was identified and it had become evident that this was an extremely dangerous disease which did not only affect homosexuals but actually endangered everybody with an active sex-life, and which could even be transmitted from a nursing mother to her child.

So, what was the world like back then, in 1981? More than a decade previously we had put a man on the moon and returned him alive. We were at the nascent stage of an electronic revolution which would change the world perhaps even more dramatically than the industrial revolution, which had eliminated agrarian and feudal systems. Soon, perhaps, even the mystery of cancer might be solved. Then there were scientists who predicted a new biological revolution, propelled by a broadening understanding of the structure of the human gene. Shouldn’t we be in a position to deal with that new type of virus which had appeared on the human stage? It would take a while, however, before the realisation set in that this virus was unlike any other ever known. Until then there was a general sense of more or less palpable hubris. Arrogance over humility.

Now we know what we didn’t know then: millions are dead, millions are ill, millions are at risk of infection. We have come to understand that the HI virus, in its many forms, represents a colossal challenge to all of humanity. Unlike other viruses which have infringed on the human race since it emerged from the mists of pre-history, this virus has colonised us forever.

That was probably the most dramatic conclusion: we must accept that we might never eradicate this virus. It has come to stay. If we cannot eradicate it, then we must learn to live with it, to rein it in, to control all illnesses that might let loose the effects of the virus. It is true that we humans never give up and always maintain hope, but we must reasonably presume that neither a cure nor a vaccine is imminent. Of course there a scientists and institutions who with all their force seek ways to find a cure. In truth, however, there is no compelling reason to believe that a solution is in sight. We must learn to live with Aids. We must understand that we are not dealing with impending challenges, but with those that are already consuming us.

These are the tracks of my thoughts as I stir in the darkness that autumn night. A quarter of a century after the discovery of the virus – which, of courses existed long before its decisive transmission from one human being to another – we know much more about it than we did then.

At the same time, we must ask where mistakes have been made. Why did we not react sooner to all these signs which were evident ten, even fifteen years ago, to mobilise all our resources to fight the epidemic before it slips us by and really gets out of control. Why did we prevaricate for so long? Why were the countermeasures introduced so hesitantly, so badly organised, so aimlessly? Why did so many political leaders around the world seem paralysed in the face of what was happening to their people? Why did some of them deny that this disease even existed? Why was so much time wasted fishing, with misguided zeal, in the murky waters of conspiracy theories, such as those claiming that the virus was developed in “hostile” labatories to exterminate the world’s “surplus” poor? In short, why didn’t we do what we should have done ten, fifteen years ago?

There are many explanations. It is a fact that a few leading African politicians stubbornly denied the disease. Their most prominent and appalling representative was South Africa’s President Thabo Mbeki. But it wasn’t just him. Other African leaders also remained idle. Eight or so years ago, a survey in Mozambique found that a large proportion of the population does not believe in a disease such as Aids.

When the history of Aids is written, it will record that the politics of obfuscation were practised in many parts of the world, and not least in Africa. There were too many other problems that demanded precedence. HIV infection creeps up quietly, manifesting itself in people only when it already has turned into Aids and all hope is lost. It was easy to marginalize it, to pretend it didn’t exist, at least for some time. Those in the know – the politicians, the intellectuals – acted against the evidence before them. They were silent, or if they did speak out, then too vaguely and faintly.

More far-reaching and criminal was that we, including the enlightened intellectuals, did so utterly little to foil this schism between “us” and “them” which entrenched itself very soon after the disease was discovered. We failed, like so often before. We saw the warning signs of a looming disaster, but this prompted silence and evasion. The mass media wrote and reported, but there was no genuine endeavour to install Aids into the public consciousness and to excite civic resistance. After all, it wasn’t “us” who were affected by this great catastrophe, but “them”, others.

Kofi Annan, the former secretary-general of the United Nations, once asked why unlimited resources were made available when it came to fighting terrorism in the world, but when it came to the fight against a lethal virus which doesn’t even have a political programme, measures were so limited and belated. Of course we won’t ever have the capacity to make available enough resources to fight the Aids epidemic. Whatever we do, it will always be too little, too late. But that must not get in our way of doing significantly more and significantly better than before.

The fight against Aids is humanism’s ultimate battle. To begin with, we must observe the positive examples which do exist, in spite of it all. A demonstrable transformation took place in Uganda after the country’s political leadership, right up to the presidency, mobilised all its might to check the spread of HIV. Since then, new infections in the central African country have receded to some extent. The difference is not all that great, but it is still significant because it reveals what is possible when the leaders of a country are mindful of their responsibilities.

One wonders what might have been had Nelson Mandela been ten years younger and had remained South Africa’s president for longer. We all know about his intensive engagement in the fight against Aids. How many fewer people in South Africa might have been infected if support and awareness programmes had been instigate under his guidance?

Where are we now? Some 25 million people have already died of Aids-related causes, with another 42 million infected. There will be an estimated five million new infections every year, and three million dead. The epidemic has not yet peaked – that might still take decades. We can expect at least 50 million new infections in the coming decade.

It is difficult to propose with empirical clarity what necessary measures must be taken. In a way, everything is of the same importance in the fight against Aids. Guaranteeing safe and abundant access to condoms is of equal value as it is to ensure that children everywhere have the opportunity to master their language and to become literate, so that they can make use of the relevant information. But perhaps there is one measure which is more important and more decisive than any other: to improve the situation of women in poor countries. Women whose lives consist of hard work on meagre soil, and equally hard work of keeping their families together. A woman in such a situation simply cannot demand that her husband use a condom or be faithful. Modifying the social role of such women and the extent of influence in decision-making they have will be crucial to the way in which the disease can be controlled.

A necessary precondition for this is that the efforts to narrow the gap between rich and poor countries are not only sustained, but also intensified. There is no way of controlling the Aids plague if the absurd global economic discrepancies persist. The path towards greater influence and independence for women can follow only along the objectives of economic growth, economic justice, and economic emancipation.

And so I am lying in the dark as I cogitated on these observations. Rousseau said that man is formed by reason but guided by emotion. Both emotion and reason are required to establish a worldwide solidarity movement against the devastating consequences of the Aids epidemic, something we are waiting for so impatiently. We may start thinking about being able to beat this disease, as we did previous lethal illnesses, only once fundamental positions change, particularly the attitude of men towards women, and if concurrently the topic of Aids makes it to the top of the agenda in the word’s centres of power.

We must invest our hopes in the youth, that it may not be content with current measures, but demand and launch a wholly different effort in the fight against Aids. It must not be acceptable that to sleep with somebody also is a death threat. At the same time it must be made clear that to recklessly oblige one’s egotistic sexual gratification is entirely negligent towards another person.

Much time has been lost already. But once we understand that the HI-virus has come to stay indefinitely we may be able to raise the level of our resistance. The poor woman south of the Sahara who today dies of Aids is, in this view, my sister, my daughter or my mother. The faces I see in the dark remind me of a simple truth: that the human being, and only the human being, is responsible for the future of humanity. And, as I have written so many times before: it’s not yet too late. In spite of it all.

Translation from:
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Hardcover: 207 pages  –  Publisher: Kiepenheuer & Witsch GmbH (August 31, 2007)
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3462039253  –  ISBN-13: 978-3462039252
Gott – Aids – Afrika
Paperback  – Bastei – Luebbe  –
Language: German  –  ISBN-10: 3404606159  –  ISBN-13: 978-3404606153

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