When I was about twelve or so, in the late 80's, the AIDS epidemic had reached it's zenith in the gay community. AIDS was a death sentence, and it was spreading. One day after church, I stood around listening to the adults talk. The subject turned to AIDS, and my mother said, to mass agreement, "They should just put all the homosexuals and anyone with AIDS on an island and leave them there!"
Her words...hurt somehow. I remember they literally turned my stomach.I looked at her, and said "But mom, what if I had AIDS? Would you do that to me?"
She looked at me like I had just said the sky was yellow...but she never did answer.