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Lilywhite Lies Slideshow – WORLD AIDS DAY

Lilywhite Lies

Hey yo yo, How ya go?
I hear you don’t like me ‘cause I’m a homo
Heard rumours ‘round you don’t wish me well
Say I’m a devil child and goin’ to hell
You preach to crowds I’m bad and wild
Spread disease and rape your child
Say if I don’t repent it’s God’s punishment
A case of AIDS I’ll get
I say, “You wanna bet?”
You hate me, berate me
But you forget God did create me
You say it’s true, you hands’ll heal
But let me tell you preacher
You ain’t the real deal
So listen minister, hear my story reverend
Until you love me you ain’t goin’ to heaven
Ho ho

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

Hey yo yo, what you know?
Havin’ some trouble just sayin’ no?
You read the papers? Hear what they say?
“You’ll only catch AIDS if you’re black or you’re gay.”
So don’t worry America, you’ll live a long life
Keep your eyes shut to the pain and the strife
There are millions out there that’ll die in a year
But don’t get excited, Don’t shed a tear
Just keep livin’ your lives like it doesn’t exist
‘Til it hits you, then you’ll be pissed
Maybe too late just to pick up and run
With your daughter, your wife, your husband or son
‘Cause it’s over in Europe, it’s big in Japan
Africa’s got it and even Iran
So come on home, open your eyes,
Everyone knows a young person who dies

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

Now if everyone you know is either scared to death or dyin’
It’s time to ACT UP, ‘cause they all killin’ you with lyin’
Like they care about your lover, they wanna find a cure
But all the money’s spent on weapons to fight a secret war
They love to watch the numbers mount
‘Cause people of color and faggots and women don’t count
When they round us up and jail us, it won’t be new news
Remember fifty years ago, Hitler did it to the Jews
So take it to the streets and write the President a letter
Denying there’s a crisis won’t make anyone better
HELP ME!

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

They love to watch the numbers mount
Don’t wanna be a number
Don’t wanna be what they want me to be
Another number

Frank H. Jump ©1987 RoughGift Productions/BMI

written, performed & produced by Frank H. Jump

Isabel Celeste Dawson – backup vocals
Francis Grant – guitar & backup vocals
Glenn Berger – sound engineer/production

REPOST: In Bitter Memory of Edward I. Koch – Grossly Ineffective During Early AIDS Crisis – Mount Morris Baths—Steam & Turkish

Taken April 1997 – From the book Fading Ads of NYC (History Press, 2011) © Frank H. Jump

Mount Morris Baths—Steam & Turkish
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According to Aviva Stampfer, a writer on the Place Matters website, a joint project of City Lore and the New York Municipal Art Society, the Mount Morris Baths was founded in 1898 by a group of Jewish doctors, when Turkish (hot air) baths were an important part of the religious and social traditions of Eastern European Jews. The doctors lived on the upper floors, using the basement as a professional spa. In the 1920s, Finnish immigrant Hugo Koivenon bought the baths and incorporated Finnish features such as “needle showers” and vitea treatments. East Harlem residents (especially those living in the neighborhood’s many cold water flats) came for the sauna, steam bath and therapeutic pool. This was the sign to the Mount Morris Baths as you looked down the stairs at its entrance on the basement level, below the street and somewhat out of view of the sidewalk passersby. The plastic illuminated sign that hung high up over its entrance and said “Turkish Baths—Mt. Morris— Men Only” harkened back to a time when there weren’t many legal challenges based on gender discrimination for entering a public place as this. As you walked in, there were safe-sex brochures and free condoms available, although the signs prohibiting explicit sex on the premises juxtaposed to the posters about safe sex seemed contradictory. The place had a musty smell, and I imagine that there were still some of the original water molecules circulating in the fetid, steamy mist since itsmaiden shvitz of 1898.

In a January 2003 article for the New York Times, journalist Alan Feuer provided the following more recent historical context about this bathhouse: Twenty years ago, at the height of the AIDS epidemic, the gay bathhouse scene was nearly run out of town when state officials enacted a raft of laws banning many homosexual gathering places. The New St. Marks Baths in the East Village, for example, was shut in 1985 by the City Department of Health and was replaced nine years later by a video rental store.

The Mount Morris bathhouse, the only one in the city that caters to gay blacks, has been operating continuously since 1893 and survived the crackdown essentially for two reasons. First, it is far from the city’s gay meccas, on a quiet, unassuming block of Madison Avenue at East 125th Street, across the street from the offices of the Rev. Al Sharpton. Second, it has matured through the years, remaining a place to meet new people and enjoy a steam, but with the reality of the city health code’s prohibition on open sex. Apparently, the owner at the time, Walter Fitzer, a retired mechanical engineer and volunteer firefighter from Lynbrook, New York, seemed “an unlikely candidate [to Feuer] to be running a bathhouse known for attracting gay black men.” Notwithstanding, it was my experience growing up gay in New York City that most of the bars and bathhouses were owned by straight, white men. Fitzer told Feuer in his interview, “‘I always tell the clients, ‘If I can’t bring my wife down here, it isn’t right.’” Having been a patron of this establishment in the late 1980s when I was living in Harlem before it was destroyed by what the city called “urban renewal,” I couldn’t imagine anyone bringing their wife to Mount Morris. It was by no means a Plato’s Retreat, which was a sex club that opened in 1977 in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel that did cater to a more “ecumenical” crowd. One of my favorite understatements from Fitzer in this interview is: “Bathhouses have been gay since the days of the Greeks. It’s no big secret.” According to Feuer, Fitzer also claimed, “Harlem royalty like Joe Louis and Sam Cooke used to sweat here years ago, and it is nothing to see French tourists, straight businessmen and Hasidic Jews perspiring in the steam room, side by side.”

On the Place Matters website, Stampfer also presented the following: Mount Morris attracted a mixed clientele that included area residents and patients of nearby North General Hospital. Mount Morris became known as well for its emphasis on sex education, providing condoms, lubricant, and brochures, and also hiring an education director who held a lecture series five nights a week on topics of interest to gay men, and ran a popular G.E.D. program. Despite the discrepancies in the year this mikva or ritual Jewish bath was founded, for at least seventy of the over one hundred years this establishment was operating, it was frequented chiefly by gay African American men. Many people, like myself, wondered why this sauna was overlooked for nearly a decade when gay bathhouses were systematically closed during the ’80s by the New York City Department of Health in its hasty response to the AIDS crisis. And why had it survived unscathed? Didn’t New York City health commissioner Stephen Joseph and the Koch administration care enough about black male homosexuals? I don’t believe it was left open out of any consideration by Koch for the services Mount Morris provided. For the most part, the city was totally unprepared for the AIDS crisis when it hit with a vengeance.

I remember challenging Koch in August 1987 during his obligatory momentary appearance at the New York City chapter of Parents of Gays annual awards dinner when I asked him why there wasn’t a public service campaign on safe sex aimed at New York City’s LGBT community, as there was in San Francisco. Koch’s typical flippant response was, “Oh, the gays here know what to do.” So I began chanting, “You’re full of shit” and was joined by my friend Andy Humm and others until Koch stormed out of the banquet hall. Urban legend has it that later that evening on the news, it was said that Koch collapsed in Chinatown after overeating at one of his favorite restaurants.

In a recent telephone conversation with my longtime friend and journalist Andy Humm (Gay City News), he commented to me that it was fortuitous that Mount Morris had remained open as long as it did after the bathhouse closings since it provided much-needed services to its community. In addition, the pioneering and exemplary work of the Minority AIDS Task Force (1985), Harlem United (1988) and other grassroots community organizations that targeted black and Latino populations that weren’t publicly gay helped an ailing community that was for the most part in denial. Sadly, I was alerted by e-mails through my website of the sauna’s closing in 2003 and wondered why there wasn’t the same uproar in the gay community as there was over the closing of the Wall Street Sauna in February 2004. Of course, south of 110th Street there were private AIDS organizations like Gay Men’s Health Crisis (1981) and the AIDS Resource Center (Bailey House, 1983) that had been mobilized since the onset of the epidemic and provided services initially for self-identified gay men, usually white, with regard to education about AIDS prevention, medical and financial counseling and advocacy. Humm also reminded me that in the early days of ACT UP, there were two camps with totally divergent ideologies: one, those who wanted to aid the City of New York in creating guidelines for establishments where public sex was a potential in an attempt to keep them open; and two, those who wanted no restrictions at all on public spaces because any limitations would be an infringement of their personal freedoms.

Ultimately, both camps lost the battle because many of these sex establishments that provided the only reliable sources of HIV/AIDS prevention materials were closed in spite of their attempts to work with the failures of the Koch administration. Today, I have heard, the sex clubs are opening up again and are filled with young people who did not experience the horror of disease, loss and grief as we did as young people living through the height of the AIDS epidemic in the ’80s and ’90s. Remember, folks—the AIDS crisis is not over!

July 2011 © Frank H. Jump

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LILYWHITE LIES (1987) – DON’T WANNA BE ANOTHER NUMBER – WORLD AIDS DAY – Twenty-seven years later

Lilywhite Lies

Hey yo yo, How ya go?
I hear you don’t like me ‘cause I’m a homo
Heard rumours ‘round you don’t wish me well
Say I’m a devil child and goin’ to hell
You preach to crowds I’m bad and wild
Spread disease and rape your child
Say if I don’t repent it’s God’s punishment
A case of AIDS I’ll get
I say, “You wanna bet?”
You hate me, berate me
But you forget God did create me
You say it’s true, you hands’ll heal
But let me tell you preacher
You ain’t the real deal
So listen minister, hear my story reverend
Until you love me you ain’t goin’ to heaven
Ho ho

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

Hey yo yo, what you know?
Havin’ some trouble just sayin’ no?
You read the papers?  Hear what they say?
“You’ll only catch AIDS if you’re black or you’re gay.”
So don’t worry America, you’ll live a long life
Keep your eyes shut to the pain and the strife
There are millions out there that’ll die in a year
But don’t get excited, Don’t shed a tear
Just keep livin’ your lives like it doesn’t exist
‘Til it hits you, then you’ll be pissed
Maybe too late just to pick up and run
With your daughter, your wife, your husband or son
‘Cause it’s over in Europe, it’s big in Japan
Africa’s got it and even Iran
So come on home, open your eyes,
Everyone knows a young person who dies

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

Now if everyone you know is either scared to death or dyin’
It’s time to ACT UP, ‘cause they all killin’ you with lyin’
Like they care about your lover, they wanna find a cure
But all the money’s spent on weapons to fight a secret war
They love to watch the numbers mount
‘Cause people of color and faggots and women don’t count
When they round us up and jail us, it won’t be new news
Remember fifty years ago, Hitler did it to the Jews
So take it to the streets and write the President a letter
Denying there’s a crisis won’t make anyone better
HELP ME!

CHORUS: It’s just another case of lilywhite lies, Lilywhite holy white

They love to watch the numbers mount
Don’t wanna be a number
Don’t wanna be what they want me to be
Another number

Frank H. Jump ©1987 RoughGift Productions/BMI

written, performed & produced by Frank H. Jump

Isabel Celeste Dawson – backup vocals
Francis Grant – guitar & backup vocals
Glenn Berger – sound engineer/production

WORLD AIDS DAY 2013 – FADING ADS & FADING AIDS

Selfie © Frank H. Jump

Daniel Roberts in front of Miss Weber’s Millinery – Flatiron © Frank H. Jump

Steed Taylor in front of Griffon Shears – Chelsea © Frank H. Jump

John Kelly in front of Society Smokes Cigar – Midtown © Frank H. Jump

Not much was known about AIDS when I became infected with HIV in 1984. Upon receiving my diagnosis, I was told I would most likely be dead by 1990. In 1997, when I started documenting what I called fading ads– hand-painted vintage wall advertisements, many of which have long outlived the products they advertise- I had already well outlived my prognosis. Today at 53, I have become a living advertisement for a disease that seems to have lost its exigency in the public light.

As this project has matured and I have become a long-term survivor, the original metaphor of the Fading Ad Campaign that rang true for me fifteen years ago still resounds, but the overtones have modulated. Although I continue to utilize these images to draw light upon the fading problem of AIDS, fostering awareness isn’t the primary focus anymore as is the condition of the aging survivors, many of whom have lost their fear of dying from AIDS but are succumbing to age-related illnesses and complications from pharmacological toxicities. Through this campaign, my life mission is to continue to shed light on this lingering issue that still affects many of us in the LGBTQ community.

According to a study conducted in 2006 by the AIDS Community Research Initiative of America for the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, of the one hundred thousand HIV+ people living in NYC, thirty percent are over age fifty and seventy percent are over forty. Coupled with the living with HIV and the comorbidities of aging, the health care system is ill-prepared for what is to come in the next decade and according to this study, “there is little research and even less acknowledgment or foresight anticipating this consequential commingling of HIV and aging comorbidities.”

After fifteen years of developing this project, the metaphor of survival has become more profound since I never expected to live into my fifties with this virus. Others in the LGBTQ community who are living with HIV into their later years are equally challenged by aging and navigating through a rapidly changing city. As our urban landscape continues to radically change, our memories of the city and of our bodies in the city becomes truncated and distorted as the arc of time bends and our perception of time begins to accelerate. Of the thousands of ads I’ve photographed, many have faded out of existence, been covered over or destroyed with entire city blocks having been demolished and replaced by new shiny glass and metal buildings. But still many fading ads silently cling to the walls of buildings, barely noticed by the rushing passersby.

It is my plan to use a representative selection from the Fading Ad Campaign as a backdrop to create new portraits with members of the surviving HIV+ community in NYC, many who are also visual artists. I also plan to work with Visual AIDS to organize interviews and portrait shots with these artists. Additionally, I am collaborating with a social worker from Mount Sinai who works with LGBT elders with HIV who are struggling to maintain their dignity and their gay identities in all aspects of the healthcare system. Many LGBT elders with HIV have lived their lives publicly but since they are now dependent upon home care workers who may not be sympathetic to their identities, they find themselves going back into the closet, clinging silently like a fading ad on a northern exposure, hoping not to be noticed.

These new images juxtaposed with the 35mm chrome shots I took fifteen years ago will provide a narrative of the challenges LGBT elders with HIV face, yet also provide a sense of purpose and validation at a time in their lives that seems uncertain. These portraits of our community against the backdrop of the city and the fading ads will become a document of this time framed by both the past and future. – Frank H. Jump, December 1, 2013

John Kelly & Frank Jump Sing People’s Parties @ Barnes & Noble – World AIDS Day 2011

TODAY IS WORLD AIDS DAY



LIVING WITH HIV FOR 27 YEARS.

Frank Jump with John Kelly: Fading Ads of New York City
Author DiscussionPerformance artist John Kelly joins author and photographer Frank Jump on World AIDS Day for a book signing for Jump’s fascinating new book Fading Ads of New York City and a discussion of the role of visual art in HIV/AIDS awareness and prevention.Thursday December 01, 2011 7:00 PM

Barnes & Noble Books
82nd & Broadway2289 Broadway, New York, NY 10024, 212-362-8835

Montréal AIDS Memorial – Part Two – Farha Foundation – Coalition Internationale SIDA

Le SIDA disparaîtra un jour. En attendant nous avons l’opportunité d’apprendre et de grandir. Et nous devons le faire.  AIDS will disappear one day. While waiting we have the opportunity to learn and to grow. And we must do it.  – Ron Farha (1956-1993)

AIDS Mural with Ron Farha quotation © Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

Coalition Internationale SIDA Worker in Montréal - Summer 2010 © Frank H. Jump

Montréal AIDS Memorial – In Memory of the Persons Who Died of AIDS in Québec

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

For Philip H. Reed (February 21, 1949 – November 6, 2008) – World AIDS Day 2008

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Phil and I dated for almost a year in 1989 after working together in ACTUP and on other various Gay/Lesbian interests. Although our relationship was often tumultuous, I remember him fondly and always admired his tenacity and honesty. Few black politicians, entertainers, or public figures were (or still are) openly gay (and openly HIV+). Reed dedicated his life to public service and he shall be sorely missed.

Reed was most happy when at his family summer home on Martha’s Vineyard where he and his twin sister spent many happy summers as children with their mom, who was of German descent. I recall him proudly showing me around the island in August of 1989. In the afternoon setting sun at Gay Head, we walked through a narrow pathway towards the water where his family had beach access- also which was adjacent to Lillian Hellman’s property. He told me about the time he had seen her there just staring out at the sunset as we were. I don’t think I have ever seen him living in the moment and full of life as I did that afternoon- except perhaps at various political rallies. Coincidentally, Reed was in Berlin the week the wall came down and that was also thrilling for him.

Phil Reed & Andy Humm at the ACT-UP Stop the Church Rally 1989 - St. Patricks Church

Phil Reed & Andy Humm at the ACT-UP Stop the Church Rally 1989 - St. Patrick's Church © Frank H. Jump

In 2000, we shared an oncologist which I told Phil officially made us alter kakers. Reed struggled with multiple myeloma to which he ultimately succumbed (and complications of pneumonia). I am glad he lived long enough to see Barack Obama win the Presidency. There will be a memorial for Phil Reed at the Riverside Church, Thursday December 4th from 6-8PM. More details below:

The family and friends of Philip H. Reed invite you to attend a memorial service celebrating Philip’s contributions to his community, his city and his country. Please join us at the Riverside Church, 490 Riverside Drive between W. 120th and W. 122nd Streets, on Thursday, December 4, 2008 from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m.

Philip’s family has requested that anyone wanting to honor Philip’s memory should make a contribution in his name to any of the following organizations:

The Callen-Lorde Health Center
356 W 18th St
New York, NY 10011
212-271-7200
www.callen-lorde.org

The Metropolitan Community Church of New York
446 W 36th St
New York, NY 10018
212-629-7440
www.mccny.org

The Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation
383 Main Ave 5th Floor
Norwalk CT 06851
209-229-0464
www.multiplemyeloma.org

World AIDS Day – Red Ribbon Ceremony – P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn

World AIDS Day - Red Ribbon Ceremony - P.S. 119 Flatlands, Brooklyn
© Frank H. Jump

We had a ribbon ceremony yesterday in honour of World AIDS Day. Children wrote messages of hope or someone’s name who had died from AIDS on a red ribbon and tied it onto the backyard fence with their classes. My dear friend Rick Baty from Columbia SC is remembered.