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I Die, but the Memory Lives onHow can you sometimes know things you don't know? You just know. 20 That evening I thought about what Christine had said. About all those people who still refused to accept that there was such a disease as Aids. And those who did not deny the existence of the disease, yet maintained that there were strange and wondrous ways of curing it. I remembered a sign I'd seen fifteen years before in Zambia, somewhere between Kabwe and Kapiri Mposhi. "I'll repair your bike while my brother cures you of Aids." I thought about what is happening in South Africa right now. The incidence of rapes has been growing for a long time. Until only a few years ago, most of the rape victims were grown women, or at least teenagers. Not any longer. Since 2001, in some parts of the country, there has been an increase in the number of rapes of children, and most repugnant of all: rapes of infants. This has to do with the widespread, lunatic belief that you can be cured of Aids by having intercourse with a virgin. How can one fight such mad ideas? People are desperate ...» |
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