...while antiretroviral, preventative care, and medicinal
treatments for HIV/AIDS receive less than a paltry fifty billion.
A trillion for weapons.
Fifty billion for HIV/AIDS.
The most astonishing thing about reading Stephen Lewis' book is not
from the mass of appropriate statistics he presents on the scourge
of the pandemic (as part of a Massey Lecture Series).
It's not in his eloquently- and convincingly-presented fulminations
on the absolute futility of the global community to do anything of
substance and efficacy in the face of the spread of HIV and AIDS.
It's not even in the cogent manner in which Lewis presents his
views as part of his convincingly stepwise dialectic how to - at
the very least! - make a small but significant dent in the growing
cataclysm of HIV/AIDS.
No.
It's by way of a reveal from his recent last trip to Africa, to
Zambia. In his own words, as he sat in front of a group of young
women suckling their young, backed by a gathering of grandmothers,
now co-opted into taking care of their young grandchildren and the
children of others orphaned by HIV/AIDS.
As he describes it, he asks them where have their young men gone?
A hushed murmur descends upon the swelling mass. In this township -
or illegal (unincorporated) settlement on the fringe of the capital
Lusaka's cityscape, as in many other cities across this
once-illustrious continent -- men (males, that is) hardly exist!
They've been murdered by the global community.
That's right, decimated by a global community which spends - to the
ludicrous tune of a 20:1 ratio - more than one trillion dollars
(!!!) on the international arms trade. Opposing this mighty
industrial mass is a global humanitarian attempting to scrounge
together (I was going to use the word 'cobble,' but your reaction
will require something much sterner than that!) a mere fifty
*billion* for Africa's AIDS-ravaged?!
Pathetic! Really.
Lewis sets out to shock, and shock you - dear reader - he mightily
does.
As if the book's content weren't reason enough to buy it, I picked
up Lewis' book because I respect the whole Lewis family
tremendously. Presently comprised of Stephen, his columnist spouse
Michelle Landsberg, their various children, including Canadian TV
host, filmmaker, and activist Avi Lewis (of counterSpin fame), and
his famous writer/activist wife Naomi Klein (of NO LOGO fame), plus
their children.
They, as I, are Toronto, Canada natives. Essentially, it means we
were all subjected to similar centrifugal forces that had and still
swirl about these parts; perhaps from differing generational
standpoints, yet all the same. What I'm trying to say is that it's
nice to read how the growth of this big city hasn't dulled the
sensibilities of my fellow cityfolk to the condition of others in
dire need on the planet. Africa has remained at the front and
centre of the Lewis agenda, despite the fact that Toronto's
"earn/spend" ratrace has spiralled completely out of control in
these fair Canadian climes.
I have certain criticisms of the book as well.
For one, I'd have liked Lewis to expand on these appropriately
scathing comments to encompass a more detailed treatment of exactly
*why* the continent of Africa appeals to him so much.
Okay, he does go into his youthful meanderings to some degree,
somewhere around the middle, during the sixties. Heady times for
the African continent. I've made a mental note - because of the
colourful manner in which Lewis tells about these formerly
newly-democratized African colonies - to look up several sources on
the theme.
However, I do understand why Lewis' pickings have been slim in this
regard. For one, it's his "position paper." This is a speaking
series. There's no time for pie-in-the-sky reminiscences, since
every minute of what he's on about counts. In the time I've taken
to write this, and in the time you've taken read this, something
*already* could have been done.
I'm also a little miffed how someone with as much experience as
Lewis, how he's not able to supply strategems for the lowly
"(wo)man on the street" to come to weigh with their own bodily (and
other) contributions.
Again, I don't necessarily fault him for this either - RACE AGAINST
TIME is precisely that. Lewis perhaps doesn't have the time - and
this *shouldn't* be read with a hint of humour on my part - to
waste on supplying the ones without the necessary financial means
to come to the rescue. Nevertheless, if he ever considered a sequel
to this - or, as Irshad Manji has done with her own site - he might
perhaps provide a forum for those of us so inspired to weigh in.
Ideas all...
What frightens the hell out of this here reviewer is what the
situation will be like within a mere decade to fifteen years. Lewis
yanks down a dark shroud of reality. What is totally assured is
that there will be even more deaths. There will be even more
suffering. There will even be countless more numbers of orphans
living withou