Breaking Free of the Cocoon
Condoms are contraband in Cook County Jail. Being that I was an HIV test counselor/Health Educator, this made my job seem, at times, hypocritical. After all, how was I supposed to effectively educate a population plagued with stereotypes and misinformation, and at the same time deny them the means to protect themselves? Jail folklore includes tales of many detainees (not inmates, as they have not been convicted of anything) using Cheetos bags from their lunches for contraception. Although not ideal, at least they were being resourceful. Remember, most of these guys are in and out of the jail system constantly. They have husbands and wives, girlfriends and boyfriends, parents and children. And some of them are having unprotected encounters with members of the same sex. Do they disclose this information to their sex partners in "the real world?" Hardly. But, what happens in jail doesn't stay in jail, as much as everyone wants it to.
The stigma surrounding HIV is alive and well, particularly in the jail community. Conspiracy theories and misinformation abound within those walls. I was once told by a corrections officer that Magic Johnson didn't have HIV, but that AIDS had needed a spokesman and they used Magic. I conceded that perhaps HIV was made by the government. After all, it is an awfully smart little retrovirus and, it seems possible, manmade. However, I stressed that the origin was not as important as what we could do to prevent and, if necessary, treat the virus.
This discussion quickly unraveled. Most detainees and staff in CCDOC are African American. I was often referred to as "Opie" and "Snow White." I began to understand that, as a white boy from Kansas, I will never truly understand. I had not lived the same struggles. No Tuskegee, no history of slavery, and no mistrust of the establishment that still runs so deep in the hearts of so many. I cannot help my skin color, or the sum of my experience, any more than anyone else. I had to concede that I couldn't fix this, no matter how much I wanted to. I realized that I am called to listen with a compassionate heart, and that has to be enough.
22.5 million people are infected with HIV in sub-Saharan Africa. However, in the third largest city in the wealthiest nation (for now) on Earth, we forbid condoms to our imprisoned. We choose to turn our backs, turn a blind eye and pretend there is no crisis in our own backyard. We want to be comfortably numb, so to speak. Too much reality is unpleasant. But how can some of us justify helping all the "poor people" in Africa when there are literally thousands of souls crying out in this city? You can't take the plank out of your neighbor's eye when you have a great big one in your own, to loosely quote the book of Matthew.
In a time of global economic meltdown, it seems we are increasingly worried about ourselves, our jobs, our comfort. There is nothing wrong with that, until it becomes the focus of one's universe. We forget that we all answer to the same universal laws. Action, reaction. None of us are exempt from consequence.
I don't have the answers. I only know it is not just. It seems we put more value on certain lives than others and I'm sick of it. I would like to believe that we are all in a period of transformation, of growing beautiful in that chrysalis stage, gearing up to emerge with strong, gorgeous wings. If we can band together to call for change in this country's administration, surely something can be done about this. I must admit that I doubt it will change. I would love to be proven wrong.
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