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June 2001
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Nkosi Johnson, the 12-year-old South African boy who became an icon in the fight against the AIDS epidemic, died Friday. "I'm sad but it's almost a relief that my little boy is not suffering any more. He has run a race that very few adults have run,'' said Nkosi's white foster mother, Gail Johnson. Nkosi's body was taken from his bed at the family home in a Johannesburg suburb and placed in a wooden coffin before being driven away by funeral directors. Family friends said the boy weighed less than 22 pounds when he died. Black and white well-wishers paid their respects. Former South African president Nelson Mandela praised Nkosi for his bold struggle against the pandemic, saying he was an example for the whole world to follow. "He was very bold about it and he touched many hearts,'' Mandela said
CLASH WITH MBEKI Nkosi shot to world attention when he made an emotional appeal at the opening of the world's biggest AIDS conference in the South African city of Durban last year. Mbeki had earlier drawn fire by questioning the causal link between HIV and AIDS and by appointing so-called AIDS dissidents to his advisory panel on the issue. Johnson
said Nkosi had wanted to meet Mbeki in his final days to try to change
the president's views.
The medical code says "First do no harm." Yet, doctors medicated him with toxic chemotherapy because his mother had died of an illness regarded as Aids defining and he was presumed to be inevitably Aids-prone due to his 'HIV positive' status. But many unmedicated 'HIV positives' never develop any illness. Had the orphaned Nkosi lived in a black community he might never have been medicated, or may have been treated with the traditional herbal medicine that in many Western eyes is the work of untutored savages. In any event, Nkosi was adopted by White culture. That was the beginning of the end for Nkosi. Our white culture has a different religion. White-coated doctors are our priesthood. Bodily immortality is the promise. Drugs are our sacred food from the holy of holies, even if side-effects and misdiagnosis are now killing millions in standard clinical practice -let alone in experimental areas like Aids. One of the many drugs administered to Nkosi was AZT. The bottle it comes in carries a skull and crossbones. The Physician's Desk Reference has warned doctors that AZT can cause illness indistinguishable from Aids. Remember that the mechanism of Aids is unknown and only circumstantially linked to the HI virus. No one can prove HI virus has caused Nkosi's symptoms. No such doubt surrounds AZT and other chemotherapy-style drugs he has received. These are 'kill or cure' drugs that have taken the lives of many young cancer sufferers. And many so-called 'Aids victims.' In truth, White Medicine has been killing Nkosi with misguided therapy, based on bad diagnosis. Yet it is a profitable error. It sells lots of expensive drugs. Pretending all is well keeps doctors in social standing. In short, white medicine has sacrificed Nkosi. That's entertainment. An Emergency Room drama.
SHOWBUSINESS As usual, sentimentalism comes easy and defeats any prospect of healthy journalistic scepticism. It is no coincidence that oversentimental showbusiness personalities dominate Aids charities -that's showbiz! This deplorable media reality is killing the defencless Nkosi. He relied on the media to inform him, to inform his foster mother as she deserved -and as the broader society deserves also. But it is a profitable dereliction of duty for the press. Sentiment sells newspapers and it does not hinder pharmaceutical advertising. In short, the white media is sacrificing Nkosi. That's entertainment too. History
is written by Victors. Truth
is authored by Time. The Dictator cries when the pretty girls hand him flowers. The fascist is always sentimental. Ask Nkosi the Aids puppet. A pretty boy with an bunch of Aids flowers wheeled out for the great dictators at the 2000 Durban Aids conference. Satisfying the needs of our sentimental cult of gallant victimhood. Ask the feminists about that one.
Across
the continent, other African men and women like Nkosi are dying too.
The situation of his foster mother Gail Johnson is a microcosm of the
white relationship with Africa: well-intentioned but misinformed.
Fintan Dunne, Editor
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