
, that one was a classic
By twelve I was volunteering at a suicide crisis center/free needle exchange hot-line for troubled transgendered teens. I'll never forget Jose, a young Hispanic male with HIV who had just been kicked out of his casa by his conservative Catholic parents. He had turned to black tar heroin as his only solace and he was literally at the end of his rope when he called.
"How about a condom, Hose," I asked.
The J, as you know, is pronounced like an H in Spanish.
Annoying silence on the line. Hesus, I was there to help him.
"Condoms will solve all of your problems," I continued, "In fact,
in a paper of which I was listed as the fourth author, we found that condoms prevent all kinds of diseases including HIV which I have a suspicion is the root of your depression."
More silence. No one had ever had such a rapport with him. He was speechless and grateful and I took his sobs as evidence of my compassion.
"Hey, it was double-blinded and placebo controlled, vato." Cultural competence is important and I value my diverse upbringing which has exposed me to peoples of many different ethnicities. I always say "What up, Homes," to the nice young negroes who assemble my Big Mac and I think they accept me as a soul brother. "
"We also have needles, amigo. Clean needles would prevent HIV too."