Most people have noticed how numbers play this strange trick on the human mind; the higher they get the less meaning they have.
The whole, the higher the number the less it means is especially telling when dealing with casualty figures.
While we can get whipped up into a state close to hysteria when we read about the killing of one person, the deaths of millions of people won’t cause us to turn a hair.
Is it simply a matter of protecting ourselves, in that if we ever let ourselves feel the horror that we should feel from that many deaths we would never stop crying? Or is it because numbers that high are just incomprehensible?
When the death of one person is reported in the news we are usually given details of that person’s life. We learn about those left behind to grieve, what they had accomplished to date, and what they have been prevented from accomplishing by their untimely demise.
When the death total is from an earthquake or other natural disaster we might be told something about the town or city which has suffered the calamity, and be shown pictures of collapsed buildings, but we won’t learn anything about individuals and the grief will stay impersonal.
Currently there is somewhere between 26 and 30 million people infected with the AIDS virus in the continent of Africa.
Those numbers are only estimates, as many governments in Africa are either unable or unwilling to provide an accurate count of the numbers of people with the virus.
A trade paper back edition of Stephanie Nolen’s ‘28: Stories Of AIDS In Africa’, is a timely reminder that there are faces and lives that go with each one of those 26 to 30 million people.
Each of them have families, had hopes and dreams that are now withering, just as surely as anyone who is killed in a car accident or a house fire.
In the introduction to the book Nolen explains her rationale behind choosing twenty-eight as the number of people she would profile in the book; one person for roughly every ten million infected with the AIDS virus.
She also says in the same introduction that she fears that even the thirty million figure quoted above is a conservative estimate based on how deeply rooted AIDS has become in Africa and how often she witnessed case numbers far exceeding official estimates in areas she visited researching this book.
In 2003 Nolen convinced her editors at The Globe And Mail-- Canada’s national newspaper, to allow her to investigate the AIDS pandemic in Africa.
She moved to Johannesburg, South Africa and spent four years travelling across the continent and attending international AIDS conferences, as she struggled to come to grips with the enormity of the situation facing Africans of every race, creed, nationality, and social status.
The amount and depth of her research is obvious when you read the introduction to 28 Stories of AIDS in Africa—it’s probably the best written history of AIDS, not only in terms of Africa, but the disease period.
The first known human cases of AIDS can be traced back seventy years ago to Cameroon. Simian Immunodeficiency Virus (SIV) is a disease found in Chimpanzees, an animal that used to be fairly commonly eaten and hunted in Africa.
A virus that is non-lethal in one species, can be death to another, and such was the case with SIV which was not particularly dangerous to chimps, but as HIV has proved incurable in humans.
Scientists figure that it would only have taken ten or twelve incidences of hunters butchering infected chimps and becoming infected themselves for HIV to take root successfully among humans.
Once that happened it was only a matter of time before it spread. Thankfully HIV, in spite of any propaganda you might hear to the contrary, is not one of the easily transmitted diseases and requires the transference of bodily fluids in order to have a chance at survival unlike airborne ones like TB, Ebola, influenza or the common cold.
There’s no way of knowing for certain how many people were infected with the disease prior to the discovery in the mid 1980’s of the test we now have to detect its presence, but Africans were dying of what they called “Slim”, a mysterious disease that caused people to waste away since the 1950’s.
In Africa, mass immunizations where thousands of people were vaccinated with the same needle, looks to be one of the ways AIDS was able to establish a firm grip among the general population.
While Nolen’s skills as a journalist make the introduction invaluable reading, what makes ’28: Stories Of AIDS in Africa’ so compelling are the stories of the twenty-eight people of the title.
Some of them will be known to you, like Nelson Mandela, who in 2005 announced to the world that his son had died of AIDS.
Since his retirement from the presidency of South Africa has dedicated himself to the fight against the pandemic. Others, like Manuel and Philomena Cossa, a migrant gold miner from Mozambique and his wife, you’ll have never heard of, and their stories will break your heart.
From 1967 until 2005 Manuel would spend two years at a time away from home and family working in the gold mines of South Africa. Most of those years were spent working under the iron fist of apartheid for little more than slave wages, but it still meant he brought money home to his family.
But in 2005 he came home sick, and both he and his wife have now tested positive for AIDS. They now have no income; because Manuel did not test positive until he was home the mine owners don’t have to pay him a disability pension as they would if he had tested positive while on the job.
No income means their children have to drop out of school, or can’t even start school because they can’t afford the ten dollars for school fees.
Alice Kandzanja is a nurse in a hospital in Zomba in southern Malwai that operates at 40 percent capacity, meaning that each bed has three patients laid out head to foot. She has seen 2,000 of her sister nurses die since the AIDS epidemic hit Malwai.
In 2006 Cynthia Leshomo of Botswana won the Miss HIV Stigma-Free pageant by taking her medication as part of her traditional wear portion of the competition.
In Botswana, which used to have a lower infant mortality rate than most of Eastern Europe, people didn’t get AIDS because it was only a poor person’s disease. Yet in the year 2000, 37 percent of pregnant women were HIV positive.
That is the real face of AIDS in Africa, how it effects more than just the person infected, and cripples the futures of so many people.
A country like Mozambique doesn’t have enough doctors and therefore no way to distribute drugs to people who need them even if they could afford to buy them.
One of the most common questions that Stephanie Nolen reports being asked is how can the world let this happen to us?
From South Africa to Egypt in the north, tens of millions of Africans have been diagnosed with AIDS. Each day there is a good chance that a baby is born somewhere in Africa who is HIV positive, and the numbers continue to grow.
Although conditions have improved since the early 1990’s when governments in Africa refused to acknowledge AIDS even existed and in 2000 when funding was nonexistent, the hole that has been dug is so deep that it might take decades just to reach the surface.
‘28: Stories Of Aids In Africa’ helps you remember that behind the numbers in the headlines, and behind the politician’s talks of costs, are human beings who are suffering.
I defy anyone to read this book and still feel that governments the world over are doing enough to make a difference.