AIDS Day (Sorry I’m Late)

Open mouth, insert foot . . .

December 1st was World AIDS Day. Driving to work I listened to BBC, whose coverage of AIDS news was not just thorough, but relentless. Half an hour later, sitting at my desk (on my fat white privileged ass), I said something positively Rush-worthy: “I’ll start caring about AIDS when people I know start getting it . . . and I don’t know anybody with AIDS.”

My secretary turned to me and said, “Yes, you do. My adopted son has AIDS. He was born HIV-positive.”

A while back, I blogged about the people I work with. Damn. I don’t know the half of it!

You know what? The minute I uttered those words I knew they were made to be eaten. I just didn’t know how soon I’d be choking them down. Shame on me.

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