Corpses stack up in morgues until those on top crush the identity from the faces underneath. Raw earth mounds scar the landscape, grave after grave without name or number. Bereft children grieve for parents lost in their prime, for siblings scattered to the winds. The victims don't cry out. Doctors and obituaries do not give the killer its name.
Families recoil in shame.
Leaders shirk responsibility. The developed world is largely silent too. AIDS in Africa has never commanded the full-bore response the West has brought to other, sometimes lesser, travails. We pay sporadic attention, turning on the spotlight when an international conference occurs, then turning it off. But think how different the effort would be if what is happening here were happening in the West.