What it starts to mean is that Sex is Death.
This is the translation that AIDS is imposing on people’s minds.
Now, reflect on what Sex personally means to you. Following this, link all those concepts, thoughts, and memories with Death and Illness.
For me, the concept of “Sex” conjures up ideas of pleasure, intensity, fun, maturing, love, intimacy, positives, reproduction, most basic need, most basic act, choice, exploration…. And onwards. Now I am meant to consider this next to ideas of death, dirt, illness, coughing, infertility…and onwards.
Not that I MUST link them. But rather it is an exercise to realise in what way many people are conceptualising AIDS and the human acts through which it shrewdly transmits itself.
Along with this, is that in South Africa, HIV and AIDS started to show themselves after 1994. [Update: It was very much around and causing problems in SA before, but it only exploded into an epidemic in the later '90s]. Apparently some people are questioning this, and coming up with disturbing links. One link is that - Freedom means Death.
These two points that came from some conversations with Social Scientists, have just been recalled when I read yesterday’s article by Jonny Steinberg.
His article makes you think. If you fight the stance of his article’s subject, Sizwe*, why so?
Why do you disagree that there is a problem with impoverished African people being dependant for the rest of their lives on drugs that come from the West.
Why should Sizwe not hold out hope for a traditional African medicine that will eradicate the sickness in one go, and prefer then to not know his status until his hope is met?
Or that there are many black South African men who perceive this disease to mean that their blood and semen are now forever dirty. And that this means “an attack on one’s permanence”. In spreading your seed is to be spreading disease.
You are committing murder through the “expression of your potency”.
Just something to reflect on.