It was my friends. My circle was hit hard and hit early. By 1985, almost everyone I knew was dying or already dead. This feeling of people disappearing was terrifying, because it wasn't just my friends and colleagues…. It was also the people I saw every day but whose names were not known to me -- the bus driver, the mail delivery person, the baker, the guy I would see walking his collie every day in the park on my way to work. One by one, all these familiar faces disappeared. And there was no treatment, and people died very quickly.Introduction to (and explanation of) this quote series can be found here. Read this tag to see all of them.
—Cleve Jones
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"There is naught that you can do, other than to resist, with hope or without it. But you do not stand alone."
Monday, June 09, 2014
US History 1973 - 2014 Commonplace Book: Lecture 12, AIDS in America (Con't)
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