As 2013 begins to draw into itself for holiday season and the arrival of the coming new year, it is worth thinking about what human rights issues migh...
As we redouble our commitment to eradicate AIDS on the occasion of World Aids Day last week, perhaps the global health community will also step up to the Alzheimer's crisis.
Yet there are those who apparently believe they can score points with younger gay men by denigrating their own generation who witnessed and survived the devastation of the dark years of the HIV/AIDS epidemic.
Today we celebrate the life and legacy of Nelson Mandela. It is worth reflecting on his ability to transcend politics when speaking about contentious scientific issues. Nowhere was this more apparent than in the difficult politics surrounding HIV/AIDS at the turn of the millennium.
I've been thinking about Kade a lot lately, about what his story means and how, at only 16, he'd died as a result of other people's ignorance and violence. What might have happened to us if he had made it? What might he have made of his life? I don't know.
Nearly 20 years ago, then First Lady Hillary Clinton declared to the United Nations that "it is no longer acceptable to discuss women's rights as separate from human rights." A core component of women's rights is ensuring that all women have access to quality healthcare.
Even gacked-out on drugs, I knew this competition was rigged. The winner was going to win a huge sack of blow and a lot of bread to wipe it up with. This was the '80s. And in Atlantic City the gay bars were run like everywhere I'd grown up: mafia-style.
Who is putting together the group of people who want to tell the drug companies to make HIV drugs accessible to everyone?
Just as medical and public health responses had to evolve in the 1980s as the HIV epidemic unfolded in front of them, we are now faced with this next wave of medical challenges.
It was 1989, and I'd just told a former boyfriend that I was taking a break from my fundraising consulting practice to become the development director at Chicago House, a residential program for people living with AIDS. He was right: Nothing ruined the evening like telling a guy where I worked.
What would happen if we all started talking honestly and openly about what HIV means without judgment or pretense?
It's a beautiful, moving film about a very tender subject: artists who die young but leave us an extremely important part of themselves. How do you preserve this? How do you keep this beautiful "self" alive when it's a piece of art?
World AIDS Day, at the beginning of every December, is a reminder for Christians across the world who mark this same time as Advent -- when we await a child who will save us. This year, and every year, we must be the people of faith who save the children all across the world.
Coming to Britain at the same time as David France's How to Survive a Plague, the arrival of Jonas Gardell's Don't Ever Wipe Tears Without Gloves may represent a moment in our culture when sufficient time has elapsed for reflection and reconciliation, and also, I think, a renewal of anger.
It is entirely possible -- but not inevitable -- that this generation will be the last to suffer from the disease. The only variable is whether there is the will to make it happen.
Ten years ago, an AIDS epidemic was ravaging sub-Saharan Africa. Today, thanks to better drugs, community outreach, and education, fewer Kenyans are acquiring HIV, and the number of those who have AIDS has fallen to 1 in 20 Kenyan adults. At Gertrude's Children's Hospital in Nairobi, clinicians have been given a big boost in the fight against HIV/AIDS through web conferencing technology.