Navigating Change: Global Health, AIDS, CDC and the UN
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Young people today, especially young women, face some of the same challenges I did over the past 40 years coming up through the ranks in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), in top leadership roles in the United Nations, and in starting my own business. Much has changed of course, but not nearly enough!
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Navigating Change - Deborah L. Rugg
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FIGHTING A PANDEMIC
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters in the end. - Ursula K. Le Guin
On a sunny day in 1991, I stepped from an airplane and onto the troubled land of Botswana. It was my first trip to Africa in the fight against AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome). I felt anxious and determined to make a difference.
Immediately I admired Botswana’s harsh, barren beauty. The vast Kalahari Desert made up 70 percent of this country, and you could drive for miles without seeing signs of human activity. Despite a population of just 1.3 million, Botswana had become the epicenter of Africa’s rapidly escalating AIDS epidemic. My employer, the CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention), needed me to evaluate the local prevention efforts.
After checking in to the Gaborone Sun Hotel, I walked to the nearest grocery store for supplies. Foolishly I bought more than I could carry and emerged from the store struggling with two huge bags. A smiling young man approached. He introduced himself. Hello ma’am, my name is John. Do you need some help? I would be happy to help you carry your bags.
Taken by his big, radiant, and warm smile, I immediately felt the kindness of his offer and accepted. While we walked, John spoke of his family and the tremendous pride he felt at being a student at the local university. As he spoke, I felt a deep sense of how truly happy and grateful he was for his loved ones, his meager possessions, his life, and the opportunity to attend school. These are all things people often take for granted where I’m from … until there is a crisis. Even though the AIDS epidemic was raging in his country, John seemed truly free from the deep anxieties so common in the developed world, especially during a pandemic, which I surely would have felt if I were in his situation.
As I listened, my typical Western image of poor people in Africa evaporated. John was not bitter about living in poverty or about watching so many of his family members die from inadequate healthcare. This young man was simply happy to be alive, reveling in the smallest opportunity each day gave him, such as the chance to meet me and learn about the outside world. John’s buoyant outlook enriched him with a kind of peace I’d never seen before, although I’d certainly see it again while fighting the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV), the cause of AIDS, in distant corners of the earth.
Botswana’s Ministry of Health assigned me an outreach worker, a young woman named Eleanora, to shepherd me around the country. From day one, Eleanora worked tirelessly by my side, arranging interviews and helping with data collection. We developed a natural work rhythm that quickly blossomed into friendship.
Eleanora was barely 23 years old, a strong and capable young woman with a lot of responsibilities, yet always a warm smile and engaging laugh. She was like John, one of the lucky ones to have received a good education in this country. We sat in the back of a sport utility vehicle, discussing the government’s new school-based AIDS and sex education program, as our driver navigated the bumpy roads of the Kalahari. This was the land of the San peoples, the native nomadic tribes of Nelson Mandela’s ancestors. It was stark and unforgiving, and while looking out the dusty window I decided to broach a personal subject with Eleanora: her own sexual history.
I knew she was already the mother of three and had inherited three more children from her older sister, who died of AIDS two years earlier. Eleanora’s village sat about twenty miles from her downtown Gaborone workplace. Like most people she had no vehicle, or even a bike, which meant walking or taking the bus. The public buses, when running, were dirty and overcrowded. They were also notoriously unsafe for young women, especially after dark.
Gently, I asked Eleanora about the sexual advances of men on the buses.
Right away, she became uncharacteristically shy. I noticed her hand curl into a tight little ball on the seat. Clearly, thinking about the bus upset her. I reached out and placed my hand on her fist.
Are you OK? You can talk to me, Eleanora, if you want to.
For a moment she wavered, then shook her head. No. But thank you.
OK,
I said, I’m here if you change your mind.
And then I offered well-meaning but very insensitive advice, You know you can always go talk anonymously at one of the HIV counseling and testing sites.
Of course she already knew this, how presumptuous of me to think otherwise.
She smiled and nodded, but my eagerness to help had overwhelmed her. It was a novice mistake, one typical of well-meaning Americans who show up for the first time in a developing country thinking we have all the answers. In the awkward silence I vowed to be more sensitive and be a better listener in the future; curbing my tendency to always give advice.
The next day we visited a school district near Eleanora’s village, and afterward she graciously invited me to her home, a simple, four-room structure with dirt floors. She retrieved her children from a neighbor and beamed with pride as she introduced each one. It was such a happy moment, and I stood there in awe of this cheerful young woman who always worked so hard and overcame hardships.
My time in-country ended, and we said a tearful farewell. I told her to keep up the good work. If Botswana were to survive this epidemic, it would be on the shoulders of people like her. During the flight home that day, I realized Eleanora had become my inspiration for fighting AIDS globally. She’d be the person I thought of whenever I felt too overwhelmed to continue.
A little over six months later I was back in Botswana, this time to evaluate the new World Health Organization (WHO) HIV counseling and testing protocols. Naturally, my first order of business at the Ministry of Health was to inquire about Eleanora so we could reconnect. The reply I received floored me. They said Eleanora unfortunately had died. She had died of AIDS.
I couldn’t believe she was gone, or how quickly the disease had taken her. She must have already been infected when I met her the first time, though she never let on. Just six months earlier Eleanora had been a beacon of hope, energetic and completely dedicated to her job and her children. Now only orphans remained. Eleanora had died because she wasn’t permitted to refuse sex. In her culture at the time, women didn’t have the right to say no. For an American like me it was difficult to understand. I went to my hotel room and cried. Then I telephoned a friend back home.
We are losing a whole generation of young people in Africa,
I cried into the staticky line. We have to do something about this!
This was an increasingly common refrain early in the pandemic.
Of course, it wasn’t just Africa. By this time, HIV had already prowled the planet for a decade. I interviewed some of its first victims back in 1981. By 1991, the disease had claimed more than 100,000 American lives and untold numbers worldwide. Alarmingly, the statistics were still trending sharply upward.
AIDS didn’t just prey on the poor or marginalized. It claimed the life of Hollywood film star Rock Hudson in 1985. Hudson had been good friends with President Ronald Reagan, who took office just as the epidemic was getting started. The ultra-conservative president ignored this mounting crisis. It wasn’t until the death of his dear friend—some four years after the epidemic began—that Reagan publicly uttered the word AIDS. His administration remained indifferent to the gay plague.
Infections continued to spread like wildfire in the gay community. It wasn’t until November 1991, when basketball star Earvin Magic
Johnson announced he was HIV positive, that the rest of the country became alarmed. Two weeks later Freddie Mercury, lead singer of the rock band Queen, died of AIDS-related complications. And when an eleven-year-old boy from Indiana, Ryan White, became the first case among hemophiliacs to die from the disease, the U.S. Congress kicked into gear with the Ryan White