Paul Monette, scrittore e attivista americano, racconta gli ultimi anni di vita del suo compagno Roger, ucciso dall’AIDS nell’ottobre 1985.
Come in altri suoi scritti, il libro unisce una commovente testimonianza di amore e dedizione personale a una denuncia molto più pubblica e accesa della battaglia affrontata – e in gran parte dei casi persa - da un’intera generazione di omosessuali completamente abbandonata a se stessa.
Un fondamentale pezzo di storia che non viene mai ricordato abbastanza.
Una verità scomoda che nel 2012 ha ancora molto da insegnare a tutti – e sottolineo tutti.
“We were about to join a community of the stricken who would not lie down and die. All together, we beat down the doors of the system and made it take our count. Some have sat in medical libraries wading through the arcana of immunology. Others pass back and forth over the border, bringing vanloads of drugs the law hasn’t got around to yet. This network has the feel of an underground railway. It could be argued that we’re out there mainly for ourselves, of course, and the ones we cannot live without. But on the way we have also become traders and explorers, passing the word till hope is kindled in places so dark you can’t see your hand in front of your eyes. If the government was going to continue to act as we didn’t exist, if the medical establishment was prone to gridlock over funds, if the drug companies were waiting till the curve got high enough for profit, then we would find our own way. Whistling in the dark is whistling still.”
“The rumours were appalling. It was said that everyone appointed by the Reagan administration in a major public health capacity was either a Mormon or a fundamentalist. The chief spokesman for the administration now was the overripe and venomous Patrick Buchanan, one of whose major qualifications for the job was his widely quoted remark that nature was finally exacting her price on homosexuals for having spilled their seed against her. The right-wing firebrands are obsessed with sodomy, always forgetting that half of the gay world is women. This deterministic smugness, whereby we were only getting what we deserved, was so widespread in the upper chambers of the government that the AIDS issue probably never darkened the threshold of the Oval Office. Not to mention the fundamentalists: though the press would not report anything about the antivirals and wouldn’t assess the scope of the death of a gay generation, they reported with loving detail every ranting speech of the Falwell-Schlaflys and their money-changing brethren. “God’s punishment” was the major level of public debate in 1985: hate, it appeared, was the only public health tool available.”...Continua