This week, tens of thousands are expected to converge on Atlanta to celebrate Black Pride Week, one of the largest in the country. For many gay black men, the celebration is mixed with a harsh reality. According to CDC, 1 in 2 gay black men will be diagnosed with HIV at some point in their life. This week, in a five-part column series, you will hear from five gay black men—including two who are HIV positive—who will share their personal stories and perspectives on why the epidemic has continued so long and why no one seemed to care. This is Part I.
The AIDS epidemic was already in full bloom the year Duncan Teague moved to Atlanta.
It was 1985. Four years earlier, the disease didn’t even have a name. Now it was considered the leading cause of death among single middle-aged men. The spread had become so fierce, in fact, scientists and public health authorities feared the disease could impact millions before a vaccine could be found.
Until then, Teague, then 24 and openly gay, had been watching the epidemic unfold on “The Phil Donahue Show.”
“In my head it was still coastal, and I suppose I thought there were some black people who had it, but we had it on lock-down,” he said. “We really weren’t talking about it.”
Twenty-two years later, judging from the statistics, it’s still as though nobody is talking about it.
If current rates persist, one in two black men who engage in homosexual activities will receive an HIV diagnosis in the United States during their lifetime. By contrast, one in 11 white men and one in four Latino men who engage in homosexual activity in the U.S. will be diagnosed with HIV, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
I’ve been watching those numbers skyrocket since I was a cub reporter at the Sacramento Bee, but it wasn’t until a close friend’s son died of AIDS that I had a personal connection to them.
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So what happened to black gay men? Didn’t they watch the news? Were they deliberately ignoring the warnings? Were the rest of us ignoring them? Were our schools providing evidence-based sex education programs that included LGBTQ couples? Were black families talking about sexuality? Would it help if they did?
Of all the questions I had, only one held sway: Why, when rates for all other groups have decreased, are black gay men disproportionately represented in an epidemic that was once considered a white gay male disease?
As reporters we’re taught to ask questions, but experience has taught me the answers depend on who you ask. I personally was done with so-called experts, of mining the statistics. I learned a long time ago numbers have names, that they breathe, take up causes and love.
And so over the next week, you will hear from five black gay men - including two who are HIV positive - who not only shared their personal stories but their perspective on why the epidemic has continued so long and why no one seems to care.
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