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COMMENTARY | Women, too: An HIV allegory

My daughter is dying.

“Oh, oh, I’m so sorry!” You are stunned. You clutch your heart.

Of course you are sorry, but my daughter is dying.

“How terribly sad for you,” and you fall silent, uncertain what to say.

But it’s more than sad. My daughter is dying a slow and frightening death.

“Oh, dear,” you comfort, “that is so tragic.” And you thank your god it’s not your child.

But it’s worse than tragic, even worse than that. My daughter is so young, so beautiful, and she is slowly dying before my eyes.

“Oh, there is nothing more painful than a parent losing a child,” you repeat from somewhere. But you don’t really understand.

You see, my daughter is in her prime and vibrant and healthy. Only she is HIV positive and her friends have run away from her and she is afraid and I am afraid.

I’m afraid of the slow ebb and flow of CD4 cell counts. I’m afraid of the treatment. I’m afraid no one will ever touch my daughter with love. I’m afraid of my daughter’s death. I’m afraid of her fear.

“Oh, oh!” you step back, your “oh” sounding this time more like dread, and you wish I would talk about something else. No, you wish you could run, run away with my daughter’s friends.

Only I won’t let you, because I want you to understand. I need you to understand that my daughter is dying and she is not alone: Half of the world’s HIV-positive people are daughters, and my daughter is one of them, here, not in a dusty Sub-Saharan African village. It is my precious daughter who is slowly dying, in the United States of America.

But you don’t rush to comfort her, to sit with her in her anguish, to hold her closely while she sobs, because you don’t understand how women get HIV. So you think cruel things about my daughter and you wonder how you might react were she yours, but you don’t know, and you want to believe that that could never happen.

“I am really so sorry,” you say, backing away.

Again, I won’t let you, because you must understand something more. You must understand that there is hope, there is treatment, there is life. There is life for my daughter and all the others. We can wrap them in love and rock the fear away — theirs and mine and yours.

But still my daughter is HIV positive, and still you are afraid of her, and still you want to flee from this disease, from her.

But I really want you to understand. If we are to have an AIDS-free generation, you must understand that my daughter is not a monster, she is not a vile recipient of a vengeful god’s wrath, she is not an abomination. She is my daughter, and you are killing her, slowly, with your fear.

So I really want you to understand, because if you refuse to understand, she could be your daughter.

Dedicated to my friend J., whose HIV-positive daughter lives.



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The CDC estimates that in 2009 in the United States 24 percent of people diagnosed with HIV were female. Of this population, 57 percent was black women, 21 percent white, and 16 percent Latina.

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Kit-Bacon Gressitt's commentary and political fiction can be read on her blog Excuse Me, I'm Writing and is republished by SDGLN, The Ocean Beach Rag and The Progressive Post. She formerly worked for the North County Times. She is also host of Fallbrook's monthly Writers Read open mic and can be reached at kbgressitt@gmail.com.