This was the last column I was going to submit to the Windy City Times, before I stopped writing for them — mostly because I had no time. It’s kind of unfinished, but here it goes.
On my last visit to Chicago, I found myself thinking about the similarities between the HIV crisis in the early 1990s, and the deportation crisis immigrant families are facing today.
This started while I was listening to David Munar, President of the AIDS Foundation of Chicago speak at the September Q-hub, hosted by Project Vida’s Emmanuel Garcia (watch at the bottom of this post). During his story about how he found out he was HIV-positive, Munar told the audience about his participation in an organization that had a public hotline, where people could call and ask questions about HIV status and get relevant services.
“The phone would not stop ringing. It was continuous. The calls were also very painful. There were people who were dealing with their HIV diagnosis, there were family members,” he explained. He was answering the phones at 21 years old, during what he called “the height of the epidemic,” citing that some 40 thousand people died of AIDS in 1994, and over 50 thousand the year after. “It was a tough time,” Munar said.
As I sat there listening to his words, I couldn’t help but think about my sister, Ireri Unzueta Carrasco. Just a few days before, I had walked into her home to find a stack of letters from various immigration detention centers in the Midwest, from people seeking support. Continue reading