I remember back in 1987 when I was hired to develop and implement an AIDS/HIV prevention program for a public health district. Outside of the large metro areas, like San Francisco, meaningful strategies to deal with this issue were hit and miss, and mid-size and small sized public health jurisdictions were beginning to address the issue even prior to observable illness or AIDS diagnoses.
Part of my task was diverted in 1991 to also develop and implement a case management system to be consistent with State requirements for health districts receiving funding. We had had out first diagnosed case that year. Being a smaller population base, we, of course, never had the total numbers that Seattle saw. But the challenges were still there.
One program that I had started as a public information event in the community, was World AIDS Day in 1988. It was part of a national observance.
Red Ribbons began to be worn in 1991 as a sign of Remembrance and Support. I recall how I found volunteers to make Red Ribbons so that they could be worn as part of our World AIDS Day event.
Then in 1995 at the World AIDS Day event, which by then had grown is scope and size as more HIV affected individuals became part of the community, a disturbing thing happened to me.
As I scrambled to get the final issues sorted out for the WAD program, I had neglected to put on a Red Ribbon. As I was moving through the auditorium to grab some extra programs to hand out, someone I had never seen before stepped out in front of me and caused me to stop. I started to hi, and then move around him, but, in a loud voice started berating me for refusing to wear a Red Ribbon.
One of the HIV+ individuals that I case managed moved alongside and introduced that young man to me and who I was. Without apology, the young man scurried away.
That's when it hit me. . . what had started as a good thing, a symbol of support, had become to some, a Virtue Signal.
That is perhaps why I personally do not care for a Black Cross addition to scallop shells or badges or pins. I do not want to have people's support judged by whether the can be observed wearing a symbol. That may be an overblown concern. . . heck, it might very well be.
But just as someone who eats a favorite food while ill, and then later vomits and suddenly cannot stand that food any longer, the Red Ribbon has sorta soured me on symbols as support.