HIV/AIDS Support

at all costs. 14 years ago I was diagnosed with AIDS. I was devastated and joined a support group including several young black women with no insurance. I have insurance. I only went to one meeting-the reality of the nightmare these women faced made me feel too priviliged. Yeah, I'm a poor white boy without a whole lot of assets but at least I had insurance.

I'm still alive now, for no better reason than the fact that the color of my skin gave me a decent chance that those women never had. I doubt a single one survives today. And most horrific of all-things have gotten worse since then. What little federal money that was available then is long gone. They have even fewer options today than in 1998 but there is no one willing to tell their stories so they die silently.

Helluva world aint it.