There was a man called John…

I met a man called John LoCoco during a course called Care for Caregivers, in 1987. He was a volunteer at a hospital, but he was also a man with HIV.

As we were doing a little exercise looking at our shoes, and saying something about them, he made a comment that made us understand that he probably would not walk in them so much longer, nor live.

I asked if I could interview him, and he said yes.

John LoCoco  was a devout Catholic, active in Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church in the Castro. He was one of the people with AIDS that was chosen to meet Pope John Paul II, in 1987. I will write more about him later.

Here is the Commemorative Wall & Fountain at the MHR Church, that was opened April 29, 2013.

I belong to the Anglican Episcopal Church in Stockholm, and last Sunday the priest said the words There was a man called John… It made me want to write this piece, as I am just about to start writing more actively about the people I met in San Francisco. 

In 2014 I had a plate made for John LoCoco, and everyone I had met that had died of AIDS in San Francisco.





Who have we lost? Who have we lost?

I am reading a detective story set in the 1940s, during World War II. It is a case about a young man that has gone missing, and the female detective is talking to the mans mother.

The detective remembers what she had seen on a street: a messenger going from house to house to deliver telegrams, and mothers running out of their houses calling out in desperation: ”Who have we lost? Who have we lost?!”

The young men had grown up on that street, everyone knew each other. And now they were soldiers. Who had they lost?!

That scene touched me so, and it reminds me of all the people we have lost, to HIV/AIDS.

Let me tell you about a few of the men in Sweden that we lost.

Here is Lars Rading, an artist. He devoted his life to painting. He passed away in Spain, with his partner by his side.

Here is his partner, Börje. He found it very hard to live without Lars, to motivate himself to go on.  He hoped he would get a stroke or something similar, and that is what happened to him.  He died with his mother and sister beside him.


Here is Ron, from South Africa, who lived with Alf here in Sweden. He died in the hospital, with his partner and close friends beside him. His parents called him, and Alf placed the phone next to his ear.

And here is Alf, his partner, who had survived a serious suicide attempt – he was found after 7 days – and lived to take care of Ron, and become seriously ill after his death. I think there were times when he wished he had not been saved.

But, Alf had another close friend, Egil, who had promised to be with him to the end, and he came from Norway and stayed with him, as he had said, to the end.


And here is Torgny, who had such a hard struggle with anxiety and fear of dying. He kept it mostly to him self, but in the end the family in the countryside knew.

I will never forget his room at the hospital.

I came rather late in the evening and the family let me in. It was a big room and there were many relatives, some watched ice hockey, others tended to Torgny, and some ate of the food and bread that friends had brought to them, as they were holding watch with Torgny.  It must have been almost like being at home for him.  He passed away the following morning.


And here is Mats.

The last time I saw him, he didn´t realize I was in the room, trying to talk to him.

When he had died, his upset father decided that no homosexuals were allowed to come to the funeral that would be held in a secret place, and no flowers were allowed, that could indicate what he had died from, like from organisations dealing with HIV/AIDS.  Strict orders.

His father died not long after Mats, and his mother some 7 years after that. They are now buried together.


And here is Per-Göran, a long time survivor.

Per-Göran had another diagnosis, some mental problems, so the family never knew he had HIV. Being at the hospital was normal.

He was a good friend and supporter, and seemed so healthy that one could hardly understand that he was sick. Always on the go, many friends, very active, especially during the summers.

His death came suddenly. He may not even have known he was dying.  He was reading a paper…


And here is Leif, the nurse who took care of so many patients with HIV, and worked tirelessly to create a hospice for AIDS patients. He did not tell anyone, but his partner and a friend, that he had HIV himself. His death was sudden  – there was no time to bring him to the hospice  – and it was a total surprise to most  of us.


And finally here I stand with Calle, holding my panel To Be a Witness.

Calle and his partner Tommy made their own panel with many names called Lovers and friends, Sweden.

Calle survived Tommy. In one of my last conversations with him, he almost crushed my heart by asking me to read a poem at Tommy´s funeral, “if you have time“… Ofcourse, ofcourse! …and during the last conversation he answered a hesitant “…yes…” to everything. I found out later, that he had had expressive aphasia.

Calle wanted to lie on black silk sheets, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt in the coffin. He also wanted a bottle of Whisky in the coffin. That did not work, as he was to be cremated, so the undertaker, then totally liberated after all the funerals he had had with creative young gay men, poured whisky around Calle in the coffin.

Tommy and Calle are buried together.

There you are,  some of the men we lost here in Sweden.






Matti, and the lesions…

I saw a new post on the AIDS Memorial Page, that inspired me to write about two men I knew in Sweden, Matti and Michael.

It was Mark Mitchinson, who wrote about his friend, James Harning, and posted many photos of him, also one photo where you see many Kaposis Sarcoma lesions on Mr Harning´s face. I was very grateful for that, because it is possible that people don´t know what it looks like.

I met Matti and Michael for the first time on December 21, 1986. I was working extra as an orderly at the same Ward that they were in, but I was not working with Matti. However I knocked on the door, and asked if I could come in and say hello, and they said yes, and I told them that I hoped to write about HIV/AIDS.

Matti was very sick, and covered in dark KS lesions, especially on his face. He was the first person I met with KS.

During the following days when I worked on that Ward I would look in, if possible. One day I handed Matti a little book with poems and tales by a French poet Marie Noël.

There were some words that I liked in a poem called Grandmother´s lullaby. It talks about going to sleep, about setting ones soul free… from all the thoughts, and all the noise.

”I see a sunbeam on the threshold of the door, just big enough to take one step…”

New Years Eve came and I wondered if Matti was alive, and he was, but on January 21st 1987, I saw his death notice.

When I interviewed Michael some time later he told me about their relationship. They had fallen in love, and moved in together very fast. But not long after that they saw that Matti had a dark spot – I think on one of his hips – that they had not seen before, and he went to the doctor. She could not tell what it was, but when he returned to her she asked him about his personal life, and when she found out he was homosexual, she referred him to a certain hospital in Stockholm. Eventually they found out that he had HIV and that he had already developed AIDS. Michael was not HIV-positive.

Michael said that Matti was not as alarmed as he was – for some reason Matti had always thought he would die young.

This happened in the middle of their infatuation, and everything changed of course. They had to adapt to a whole new situation with hospital visits and tests and things like that.

When I met them Matti was, as I have mentioned, covered with lesions. Michael told me about one situation when the lesions even covered his eyes so he could not see. One would think that the lesions would stop, because there were eyes, but the cancer just continued, onto the eyelids.

It was necessary to give him radiation therapy, but that would not be possible to do without hurting his eyes, so what they had to do was to make incisions to insert a plate – I think of copper – between the eyes and the lesions, and when that happened – Michael fainted.

Matti passed away in the hospital, with Michael by his side. His coffin was sent to Finland, where he was buried beside his grandmother, as was his wish. It was in the middle of the winter, and for Michael it was a good experience. People were very friendly towards him.

He was only sad that Matti had been placed in a black plastic bag in the coffin, he would have wanted to open up the coffin and wrap a white sheet around him, but it wasn´t possible.

Michael´s life changed through this experience. He started working as a counselor with AIDS-patients and did that for many years – but few knew he had personal experiences. On one occasion he found it hard, it was when he had a client from Finland that looked very much like Matti, and was treated at the same hospital, and at the same Ward. That was when the past and the present collided.

He met a man a year after the death of Matti, and they have lived together ever since.

I don´t have a photo of Matti and Michael, but when I was in San Francisco in 1987, and visited the NAMESPROJECT, I made a Panel for Matti.

That Panel turned out to be on their first poster.  You can see it on the left hand side.



Your mother is coming…

I am one of the people that often write something at the AIDS Memorial Page on Facebok, when there is a photo and a story about someone that was lost to HIV/AIDS. It is just amazing that the photos and stories keep coming.

Yesterday there was a man, David Burress, who published a lovely post where he thanked all mothers and fathers that had shared their children´s stories on the AIDS Memorial Page. He wrote about them as being a blessing, and expressed his love for them, saying “you will always be a parent to us“.

I have read so many obituaries in the Bay Area Reporter from 1987 when I came to San Francisco for the first time, and until today. Often, very often, the deceased had extended families; there were friends, lovers, (cats and dogs), sometimes siblings, and only now and then a mother and/or father that was grieving.

This made me think about a woman I heard speaking in one of the sessions in the Volunteer Training Program I took at The AIDS Project of the East Bay, in 1987.

She was a counselor working with People with AIDS in a hospital. She told us a story about a young man who was very sick.

He was nearing death, and was calling for his mother. The staff at the hospital managed to find her and told her that her son was dying, and could she come? She told them that he could go to hell, and hung up on them.

This was something they obviously could not tell him, so the counselor told him that his mother was on her way.  He didn´t have to worry, she was on her way.

In the end the counselor held him and stroked him as he was dying, saying ”Mommy is here, mommy is here”, and he died in her arms.

I have never forgotten this, and I have always wondered what happened to the mother, once she realized what she had done, and that it could never be undone.




I came to San Francisco in September of 1987, after the death of my mother. I was still grieving and counting hours and days from when I had been told about her death.

One of the first persons I interviewed in San Francisco was Judi Stone, a woman who had lost her son, Michael. He was 19 years old.

We talked a little bit before we started the interview, and hearing about my grief, she wondered if I should not have waited with this work for a while, but I knew it was my way to handle it. Having experienced real grief, became almost a key for me in this work.

Before I went to the US, I had read about new ways of celebrating the memory of loved ones. I read that family and friends went out in boats and sprinkled ashes and rose petals on the water.

It was so unusual for me, that had gone to many ordinary funerals. It encouraged me, and made me strong.

There were problems surrounding my mother´s ashes, as her last husband disregarded her wish to be spread close to the love of her life, that she had lost many years ago. So, I decided to ”steal” my mother´s ashes, and fulfill that wish.

I traveled outside Stockholm and picked up her ashes at a crematorium in a forest – still a troubling memory – ordered a taxi and went to the cemetery she wanted to be in, and spread her ashes on the top of a hill immediately, like a sower, before anyone could stop me. There was only one problem – the wind twisted and turned and some of the ashes came back to me, on me.

The Second March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay rights, in October 1987 was coming up, and I heard there were aids activists who had died, who wanted their ashes to be thrown at the White House at that occasion, as a protest against president Reagan, who did not seem to care at all about all the people that died of HIV/AIDS.

It was this photo of a woman who wanted her friends ashes to be used as a protest, that inspired me to write this text, although it happened some years later.

Her name is Rebecca Hensler, and her friends name was Colin Blakeney. He was a S.F.  AIDS Activist and ACT UP member. The protest against Gov. Wilson, took place at the State Capitol in Sacramento, in October 1993.

One of the men I interviewed, Keith Griffith, wanted the White House to stand in a cloud of ashes from dead men, including the ashes of his late partner Jay, who had really wanted that to happen. I thought it was a fantastic idea, the ultimate protest. But I remember warning Keith about the ashes and the winds.

I don´t know if it happened with others– but it did not happen with Jay´s ashes, as his parents wanted to split his ashes between them. Keith kept some of it. There are things to write about Keith´s ashes, but I hope to write about him and Jay another day.

I went to Volunteer training in Oakland at The AIDS Project of the East Bay, and there we listened to People with AIDS, parents, friends and people who had lost loved ones.

One of the men that had AIDS, was called Charles. He was a tall man who spoke softly to us, he reminded me of the elves in The Lord of the Rings.

I later came to visit him for an interview, but on that day he had such anxiety, and such fear of dying that we had to give it up.  We took a walk instead, and then we said goodbye, as I was going back to Sweden.

Eventually I found out that he had died, and I got in touch with his mother. She talked lovingly about her firstborn, and told me that he was not buried. No, she kept his ashes, and would be buried together with him.

We stayed in touch for many years, a letter now and then, but since she does not answer letters anymore, I don´t know if she is still alive, she was near 90 the last time we were in contact. If she has passed away, I hope they are now buried together.

Another couple that I met in San Francisco, Keith and Gery, had decided that when one of them died, the other would commit suicide. However that did not happen, and Gery is still with us, and has quite a remarkable story that I hope to write about later. He still keeps Keith´s ashes with him on the cabinet beside his bed.


There are so many ways to deal with grief. I set my mother´s ashes free… and worked and worked, and still work. I may be calling for her, when and if I grow old.

Judi, that I mentioned in the beginning of this post – buried Michael´s ashes in the garden, so he never really left.

Judi and her husband Ralph Stone have created a wonderful garden, and they can always be together with him.


About Charles.

After I wrote about this, I decided to contact his mother. I wrote a letter, but wrote something wrong on the envelope. But just as I was going to write on another one, I decided to write his mother´s name and place of living on Google – and there she was, her Obituary. She passed away in the end of May this year.

I have written to both the family and the Funeral Home, asking about his ashes.  We´ll see.

I have his mother´s letters and will write about them in a while










Just a few words…

Tim Greene

One of the first people I spoke to at San Francisco General Hospital in 1987, was an Assistant Chaplain at the Episcopal Chaplain´s Office, Tim Greene.

I ran into his name in Bay Area Reporter many years later, and contacted him. It was easy for me to remember him, but I was of course one of many people that had passed through their office.

I wrote to Tim Greene because I had seen an obituary in BAR, that touched me, maybe more than other obituaries.

It was about a man who had decided to drive out in a desert to commit suicide. He had left instructions about where he could be found – but they couldn´t find him.

I read that obituary many years later – I have saved many pages from BAR – and saw that Tim Greene was the contact person.

I wanted to know if the man had finally been found, so I wrote, referring to our meeting many years ago, but there was no answer. This was of course none of my business, but… I just hoped that the man had been found.

I have earlier in this blog, written about a Lay Assistant Chaplain that I have lost contact with, Laurie D., so I turned to retired Chaplain Connie Hartquist Jacobs, to ask if she is in touch with Laurie, but she isn´t.

But maybe Tim Greene was in contact, I suggested, and she informed me that unfortunately he had passed away some years ago.

I have during this afternoon, looked for his obituary in BAR, but I could not find him.

I came to think about Tim Greene today, as I came upon the notes I took after talking to him briefly in the Chaplain´s Office, on September 3rd, 1987. He mentioned AIDS Ward 5 A:

I spoke to an Assistant Chaplain. His friend is dying of AIDS. He had had to stop working at 5 A to get a perspective on everything, on all the people that were dying.

  • Do you have time to mourn in between deaths?
  • That´s the problem. We are living in constant shock, as in constant combat. Everybody is dying. It is terrible.






A chapter never written – about Janina and her son…

A chapter never written…

In 1987, I was watching films from SHANTI in San Francisco, at a center for People with HIV/AIDS in Stockholm, Noaks Ark. It was different Volunteer Training sessions that were filmed, and they were often very interesting and moving.

I was not alone in the room, there was also an elderly woman dressed in black. We started to talk, and it turned out that we were both grieving; she had lost her son, and I had lost my mother.  Her name was Janina Ludawska, and we became friends.

One thing I need to add here, is that I have been very involved in the fate of a group of Survivors from the Nazi Concentration camps, that came to Sweden in the spring and summer of 1945 for rehabilitation.

Some of them took part in an investigation about their experiences, through questionnaires or interviews, and a book with some of their answers was published in the fall of 1945, ”De dödsdömda vittna”/ ”Those who were sentenced to death testify”.

As a young teenager I was shocked by a picture of a mass grave in the concentration camp Belsen in Germany, and that shock propelled me in to a life long interest in what happened during the Holocaust, and after.

In 1980 I was given that old book, and I immediately started looking for the people in the book, to find out what had happened to them after the war.  It turned out to be a very long search, and yet I did not find all of them – I was looking for 199 persons that were quoted in the book – I found about half of them, all over the world, and some of them were willing to communicate with me.

When I met Janina Ludawska I was already involved in that ”project”, and I had started this.  I knew nothing about her life, how she had come from Poland to Sweden, for example. We were both concentrated on HIV/AIDS when we met.

Some years later I interviewed Janina, and it was one of the most upsetting interviews I have made, because this was when her past came up. It was like walking on broken glass, because everything we talked about was so sensitive.

Janina was Jewish and she was the only survivor of her family. She happened to be in Sweden when World War II started, September 1st, 1939, because she was taking a course here.

Her parents, and other family members were in the Warsaw ghetto, and she managed to stay in touch with them for a while, but then the letters stopped coming. Many Jews in Warsaw, were taken to the extermination camp Treblinka, where they were killed on arrival.

After the war, Janina returned to Poland, to help build up the country. She had a son, Tomek/ Tomas, but when antisemitism flared up again in Poland, 1967- 1968, they left for France, and were later invited to came to Sweden. Tomas eventually went to the US and worked there.  He was a gay man and became infected with the HIV-virus.

Janina and her son were very close, and when he became seriously ill, he wanted to go home to his mother. He left the hospital against the will of the doctors, got on plane to Sweden, and Janina met him at the airport.

I have been told that he was so sick that the ambulance refused to take him, so they took a taxi to the hospital.

Tomas was given a room, he showered and went to bed, and Janina sat beside him, as he was going to eat something. He was home, and Janina said he was smiling, but after a while when he did not respond, she called for a nurse, who could only tell her that her son had passed away.

After his death, what did Janina do? She did the same thing as after the war, she went to Poland, but this time to speak about HIV/AIDS, trying to inform people.

And she volunteered at Noaks Ark.  There was at the time a Guesthouse, where people with HIV/AIDS could come and stay. Maybe they just needed to come away from a city where no one knew they were ill, maybe they were lonely, exhausted, sick, but not sick enough to go to the hospital.  Janina was there, helping, together with the staff.

This one person was stricken by both the Holocaust and HIV/AIDS, and had the strength to continue living. 

There is more to this story.

My work on HIV/AIDS took a long time, and one day Janina asked me to give the interview back to her, and I was very sad and almost shocked about it, but it was her life, her story – of course, what could I say? I sent everything back to her, the tapes and even the transcript – I had nothing left.

During the coming years we ran in to each other, and eventually I found out that Janina had been interviewed by someone else who wanted to write about her, and since they were close friends, I think she wanted to be faithful to him. I could understand that. (Several people have interviewed her since. )

In 2004 my book about the Survivors was published, “Those who were sentenced to death testify – 60 years later”, and in 2008 a new revised version was published, and I called it “Mina föräldrars kärlek”/The Love of my Parents”.  During this time I met a Polish scholar specializing in the Holocaust, and we talked about having my book translated to Polish. We applied for money to do it, and she contacted a book company in Poland, Czarne.

Suddenly I got a phone call from the scholar, she had a surprise for me – Janina Ludawska had agreed to translate my book about the survivors to Polish. She wanted to translate it in memory of her family. And so she did, at the age of 87.

The book was published in Poland in 2009,  and we went there to talk about it at a Book Fair in Warsaw, and in different cities. We spoke with journalists and took part in several radio programs. The book was also presented on television.

This photo of Professor Tych, from The Jewish Historical Institute in Warsaw, who wrote the foreword to the book, me and Janina is taken in Warsaw when we spoke at a Jewish center.


I visited Janina now and then through the years, and I went to her son´s grave for her, because she wanted to know if the roses were still there.


This photo was taken the last time I visited Janina in her home.


Eventually she moved to a care home, and it was there I met her the last times, in November and December 2019.

I knew she had lived in Russia, so I brought her a book with poems by Boris Pasternak, both in Swedish and Russian, and she smiled and read Russian poems to me.

I also brought her the book I had written on HIV/AIDS, published 2018, and she looked in to it, really interested, because she knew most of the people I had written about.

And then, finally, we talked about the interview. I asked if I could write now, and she said yes.

The last time we met, she had a hard time breathing, she was extremely thin and almost disappearing in to the bed.  She was still smiling, but struggling a bit with the breathing, so I did not stay long.

I opened the window a bit, touched her cheek and left, saying Good night, sleep well. I told the staff about her breathing and called her closest friend, and legal guardian about it.

I know now that Janina was taken to hospital, and that she died the next day, almost 98 years old.

Unfortunately, I never got the interview back, nor the transcript. So this is from my memory – fragments of the chapter that was never written.


I just googled Janina, and found something I had never heard before – about her name. From the beginning her name was Janka Halperson. The last name I knew her by, Ludawska, was an anagram, linking the first two syllables of her parents name Luba and Dawid.










What Can I Say? I´m BOB.

Some of you may remember that I have written some pieces about Richard Locke, the famous porn star and AIDS activist, who died many years ago.

His brother, Robert “Bob” Locke let me post a link to what he had written about his brother´s final days.

In 2014, Bob took me to his brother´s grave, where their parents are also buried at Benicia City Cemetery, Solano County.

We had a rather fantastic meeting, also a bit challenging, as he told me some rather racy stories about Richard, almost like a test, but he was very funny, and I think I passed the test. We both enjoyed the meeting, and have stayed in touch since.  I saw Richard in the film 5B, and sent Bob a photo of it, on March 15th.

Bob talked about Richard and his last lover. I seem to remember that hey lived in a caravan. Bob told me that they used a lot of drugs, had sex, and fought, and it sounded really dramatic and desperate.

For some reason I started thinking about that on April 18th, I have no idea why, but it came back to me several times, which brought me to think about Robert, that I wondered how he was, being HIV positive in this Pandemic. So I wrote.

And the day after he sent me a letter that immediately had me sitting down. I needed to lean on something.

“A normal question for these covid-19 times, Pia-Kristina, but for me the timing is strange. I was diagnosed with Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma on April Fools Day. I had been sick since November so in fact was akin to glad to find out I had a kind of terminal illness which qualifies me to register in CA for physician-assisted suicide.

That must be strange for you to read. Sorry, if so.

And since that day I have been going through the processes which are nicely in place in Kaiser. I’ve found it extremely interesting and have found the body’s dying processes interesting. I’m weaker daily, picked up a cane early on, and this morning am leaning on it so heavily that I suspect this will be my last day of mobility.
I asked B. (my housemate and best friend from 8th grade) about perhaps installing a hospital bed in the living room. Kaiser Hospice will take care of that and I guess will be visiting me daily from now on.

The ending date (when I take the powder and water) is unsure. I have quietly objected to the 15 day delay that CA requires of the Attending Physician after the first interview. That delay I am sure is for the patient to have time to reconsider, and that’s good and wise, I’m sure. But since it took the End of Life Coordinator until April 10 to sign on an Attending Physician, I’ve already had ten days for reconsideration. I don’t need another 15 days of this kind of deterioration.
And to cap that off, the 25th is a Saturday, probably meaning that it won’t be until the 27th that the Attending Physician will make the prescription to the Pharmacist who is also required to meet with me.

Meanwhile I am a shell of discomfort though not really pain. And I watch the news all day long about all the human lives that are being lost in great pain around the entire planet. It’s a very strange time to be dying myself and making the decision to do it sooner rather than later.

I was just stunned. I have lost so many people, several to suicide, but never this way. I wrote: “Oh what a letter! I can feel my heart beating.”

I wondered if someone would be there for him and hold him, and I begged him to ask someone to tell me when he had passed away.

And Robert asked a dear friend of his, Mary, to contact me. And I am so grateful, because we have been in contact since. She could not go and visit him, because of the Corona virus, and was dependent on information from the friends that were there with Bob. She also asked for me, if I could write about this, and Bob said yes.

I lit a candle for Bob in church, and wished him peace of mind. I wrote that I thought Richard had sent me, because had I waited a week, I would not have known what had happened. Maybe never.

Some days passed, and one could sense a worry as Bob´s health deteriorated. He was in a lot of pain, and it was several days before he could talk to he Physician. Couldn´t they hurry it up!, I wondered, but Mary told me that they had to follow protocol.

The Physician was going to have an online meeting with Bob, write the prescription and then the Pharmacist would bring the drug to Bob. And he had to take it, himself. And that was the worry, maybe he would be so sick that he couldn´t take it.

Then the hospital bed was installed in Bob´s living room and Bob was given a lot of help with his pain – he even played online-bridge with some friends for some hours. And I wondered… maybe with pain relief  he could go on living for a while, but Mary who knew the extent of his cancer, said no.

This afternoon April 24th, Swedish time I wrote to Mary wondering how “our patient” was, and as we wrote to each other, she was told that Bob had passed away, the night before. It had happened very fast. He did not have to commit suicide.

I was so stunned in the beginning, it was absolutely unreal to wait for this suicide, but Mary,  and the thought of writing about the two brothers has helped me.

Here, Bob is standing by his parents grave. To the left is Richard´s grave, and to the right, Bob´s grave to be.

Thank you Bob for letting me post this.  Little did we know…



5B The AIDS Ward + Extra information

Hello again!

Just a short note, while things are really changing! No San Francisco for me this year. Maybe next? Who knows!

Yesterday I received a gift from the US, the film 5 B, about the AIDS-Ward at San Francisco General Hospital.










I visited the Hospital in 1987, and spent some time there, making interviews with Head nurse Alison Moëd and SHANTI counselors Ed Wolf and Ron Henderson, apart from Laurie D. that I have already written about.

It is a wonderful film, moving, upsetting, surprising!

The former staff, now I think in their 70s, tells about their work with the patients that kept on coming!
Please try to see it!


In one of my posts I wrote about trying to get an interview with Head nurse Alison Moëd, and that she asked me to contact the Press office and set up a time. While there I was asked if I was going to attend the Press conference, and I was a bit confused, but I said yes. And that was the press conference with the Presidents AIDS commission.

When I was at the AIDS Ward, someone told me that the AIDS commission had been there, but that they had not wanted to shake hands with the patient that had talked with them. I wanted to write about it, but hesitated because it was hearsay. So I didn´t

But now, in the film 5B, it is confirmed, and also that they were all dressed up in white protective clothes, even their heads were covered, before they went in to the AIDS Ward. It can be seen in the film.

Something else.

I have written about Richard Locke, in a previous post.  He joined Rita Rockett in making parties at the AIDS Ward, and he offered massage to the AIDS patients.

I was happy to see Richard in this film. He is not mentioned by name, but he can be seen several times. Here he is, giving massage to a young patient.

I am self isolating, and will try to write as mush as possible during this time. I am not sick, just isolating from my usual routines with travels to archives and services.  Better be safe than sorry.

All the  best to everybody!

Take care!










Jeff Shannon, and friends Dan Turner and Leonard Matlowich

A friend of mine dropped me off at the SHANTI Residence where Jeff Shannon lived, the man I had met at San Francisco General Hospital.

I invited Jeff to breakfast, at a Bagel café.

When we got there, Jeff became very agitated. He came from New York City where they had REAL bagels, and he let the man behind the counter know that. So it took some time for him to complain, return the bagel he got, and then finally decide that he wanted a Croissant. After all that, we could start talking.

Jeff was very well dressed, and his hair was nicely cut. He had glasses and a mustache. Just looking at him, you could not tell that he was sick.

There was only thing that disturbed the picture, so to speak, and that was a terrifying scar on top of his head, after a braintumour operation. You could only see it if he leaned forward for some reason, and the effect was almost shocking.

Jeff was born in Cincinatti, Ohio, and he came to New York in 1974, when he was 19 years old.

He had known he was gay since childhood. He had liked to look at pictures of men with bare chests, that he saw in the corner drugstore.

He made his sexual debut in Ohio, in a Bath house, and that was when he realised that he was not the only one with these feelings.

  • You know, that I wasn´t a freak, or bad or wrong. You know, that there were other people like me. It was very gratifying.

Jeff´s mother passed away when he was young, and his father traveled a lot, so Jeff´s sister was his only safety as they moved around and changed schools.

  • So dominant mother – absent father – theory for my homosexuality, doesn´t really count. Although my father was absent a lot. So my mother was gone by the time I discovered what was going on, and yeah, I told my dad right away.

The relationship with his sister was not good, at the moment, he had asked her to not contact him for a while. He needed to ”clean up the relationships in my life that were causing me distress and pain.” He needed to take care of him self.

Jeff thought that she had never accepted that he was gay, but couldn´t say it, so it was always something else that she was angry about. Until he got AIDS, and she HAD to accept that he was gay, and that there was a possibility that he might die.

She did not have children, and he thought that ”in the back of her mind she always believed that maybe one day I would somehow… get God and get a wife, you know, and somehow give her little nieces and nephews”, but by now she probably understood that that was not going to happen.

It was his sister who persuaded him to tell his father that he had AIDS, she thought it was his responsibility.

They had never had a good relationship, Jeff and his father, but decided to stay in touch through letters and on the phone, but it died out.  But Jeff had a good relationship with an aunt and uncle, that had come to San Francisco, specifically to see him. He said they were very warm and loving, and almost like surrogate parents to him. They had even helped him financially.

But back to his youth.

It was filled with alcohol and drugs and it escalated when he came to New York and started working in restaurants. He was finally in such a bad shape that he would start his mornings by drinking vodka straight from the bottle.

That is when he joined Alcoholic Anonymous.

He got himself out of the restaurant world, because that is where he drank to handle the stress, and started working in offices, and eventually advanced so that he could start working at Wall Street. But he wasn´t happy. He understood that he was just trying to impress his father, who was working in the construction business. He thought his father was impressed by men in suits, who had gone to college and worked at Wall Street.

What he wanted to do was to work in the film industry, as a Film Stills Photographer.

But just as he was starting to take classes, and doing his thing, his breathing changed, and he became very tired, and was eventually diagnosed with pneumonia.

In the article he says that he was working as a photographer, but I don´t think he ever made it to the Film Industry, it may just have been a wish of his that he put out there, or maybe he had just started when he got sick.

I wondered if he had a partner, but he had never had one. He talked about his childhood, and his many years of substance abuse, and said that he had closed off his heart. That he had been ”completely incapable of reaching out to anybody else.” AIDS had taught him, he said, a whole lot about his heart.

Jeff said he was learning to love him self and others.

  • What I realised about three months ago was that I had closed down my genitals completely, and opened up my heart, and my genitals weren´t getting any fun either, so the last three months I have been working on achieving a balance between my heart and my genitals.

Jeff had never had a long term relationship. He didn´t think he was emotionally equipped for it. But maybe now, after three years of therapy, a lot of self examination, personal growth – and a diagnosis.

  • I´m finally really beginning to emerge as my own full fledged adult human being, without anybody else´s approval. My approval is all that counts
  • So can I ask you, how did you live, apart from your work?
  • I went out. During the drinking and drugging age, I went to the bath´s a lot – at least once a week. I was dancing at the disco every weekend. I was spending my weekends at the beach in the summer, and on the streets of New York in the winter, going to coffee houses, and… I had a fun time. I had a great time! I enjoyed it very much. It wasn´t until 1979, that all the drinking and the drugging began to catch up with me.  So I only had a period of about three years where it was really horrible, you know.

Jeff used anything he could get his hands on, during his active years as a drug abuser.

  • I did cocaine, LSD, I never did IV drugs, you know, but I did any kind of powders, pills and gases that I could find to ingest, mostly on the dance floor or during sex.
  • Poppers?
  • I did Poppers, I did … stuff that I don´t even know what it was. But you know, just chemicals that make you high.
  • Do you think it had anything to do with you being gay? That it helped you being gay?
  • No. As far as low self esteem is concerned … I had plenty of reasons to feel bad about my self, outside of my sexuality.

Jeff talked about not being loved, what he called ”therapy crap”, but about being homosexual – he  had understood it so early, ”it seemed to be such a deep part of me, that I never felt bad about my self being gay.”

Jeff did not have a religious upbringing, but had joined the Episcopal Church when he was in seventh or eight grade, and said that it had provided him with a lot of comfort for many years. He had not left the church, but carried his own spiritual relationship with him.

  • That´s been very helpful during the last year or so.

I wondered about AA and the Twelve-step program. Jeff had gone to Gay AA-meetings in New York.

  • Did you find the program good?
  • Saved my life! Saved my ass! I mean I´m here because of it. So yeah, very good.

Jeff was diagnosed in June of 1986, and he came to San Francisco in September.  He had known for some time that he was carrying the virus.

I wondered what made him take the test the first time.

  • Oh, well, I´m a gay man, you know, I was 30 years old, I was living in New York City, and my friends around me (were) dropping like flies. I hate that image though, ít´s not a very good one, but they were dying all around me.

The doctor had told him to not take the test, because he was not sure about confidentiality, but in February 1986 he thought it was ok.

I wondered what it was like before and Jeff told me about 1981, when everybody started to talk about the Gay plague or about GRID.

  • We didn´t know that it was caused by a virus, we didn´t know how it was transmitted, although they believed it might have been sexually transmitted, but I certainly wasn´t going to stop going to the baths, you know… I didn´t want to give THAT up … And over time it just became larger and larger and more frightening and overwhelming… I can remember back in the days when – this was in 1982 – 83, when there was a 1000 dead, and people thought THAT was tragic, and now we are dealing with 25 000 human beings killed by this epidemic. So obviously it´s been a real frightening process… There is a virus out there that kills people in their prime, and many of them are friends, and many of them have been sexual partners of mine, so… I will say that the diagnosis did not come as much of a surprise to me. I still get a little depressed about it, but I´m sitting smack dab in the risk group, you know, so it wasn´t much of a shock, that´s the truth.

Jeff started having fewer sex partners, from a couple a week, until spring of 1986 when he had one partner, and then he got his HIV diagnosis and stopped completely. It wasn´t until now, that he had learnt how to have Safe sex.

Jeff said he had given up. He laughed and said he was ”a gonner”.

  • You know, I thought I was a ”dead duck”, and I´m not! I´m still very much alive. And I´m still a responsible red blooded American male, you know, who wants to go out and express affection and joy… and feel those things with other people.

We talked about Safe Sex, and Jeff said he had been to one of the clubs in New York where men masturbated together, as a way to have Safe sex and not expose each other to the virus. A friend of mine, a doctor, said they were called JO´s place, (JO as in Jerk off).

Jeff who described him self as a prim and proper Republican at the time, was shocked when he saw a well known AIDS activist, David Summers there. He had tried to cover his KS lesions with stripes of leather, and masturbated with the other men, and Jeff had been absolutely shocked and stunned.  He thought it was SO irresponsible, but no one touched the semen. If there was physical contact, it was only skin contact, I was told by my doctor friend.

I had read about these clubs before, when I read about David Summers and his partner Sal Licata, that I have mentioned before. He was one of the men that helped me in the beginning.

Here I put in another cassette in the tape recorder, and when doing so I heard my mother´s voice, as she was making an interview with a famous Swedish actor – I used all her old tapes at the time – and when I told him he freaked out and actually screamed:

  • I can´t believe you are doing this?! I can´t believe you are doing this!
  • It´s not Katherine Hepburn!

He looked absolutely terrified, and I repeated that it was NOT Katherine Hepburn.

  • Let me ask you something else. How much were you in contact with the gay movement, like the political part of the gay movement.
  • I was never a political person at all. I was a Republican, I was a Wall Streeter – that´s how I identified my self for many years. I was in the closet when I was working on Wall Street, at least to my employers… cause I didn´t want to jeopardize my position. I mean, I was… receiving all the benefits of The White Male Dominated Society. I had an expense account and I could fly around the country, and I had a great salary, great looking suits and women working for me and the whole bit. I was a beneficiarer of that whole power structure, and I liked it, you know, and I´m not apologetic for it, and I´m not ashamed of it. To tell you the truth, even when David was doing his political work in New York, I kind of  looked down my nose at it.  I thought it was just a little too distasteful, you know.

It was not until David Summers died, that Jeff understood that there was no one there with David´s voice any longer, he said. So David became a source of inspiration to Jeff, and he had now asked Sal Licata if he would walk with him in the front row in The March on Washington.

David Summers had used to march at Sal´s side, with banners, so Jeff thought it would fitting if he walked there beside Sal, in spite of him being a neophyte in political life.

  • And he said yes, so we have a sort of a date.

I asked about his old friends in New York, and he mentioned many that were sick. He hoped to visit some of them in New York after Washington.

At the moment he was active in trying to raise money for People with AIDS, that wanted to go to Washington, through A Time to Shine. But also trying to get money for his own journey to DC.

When Jeff came to San Francisco, he first stayed in a hotel, then tried to share an apartment with a woman and her young child, but that did not work out well, and after three months he got in to the SHANTI Residence Program.

He also had a few volunteers from SHANTI, Emotional support volunteers, but the was not impressed with that part of SHANTI. They were not trained, he said, to provide emotional support.

I wondered if Jeff would be prepared to let anyone in to his life, and he laughed and said yes – he was going to get married.

  • To?!
  • Any man that will have me, he said and laughed.

I wondered if he was too strong for SHANTI, not needy enough, and he said that it was exactly that! As long as you were weak, helpless and grateful, and did not ask any questions about the money they received from the city, more than a million dollars, then it was ok.

  • As long as you are dying, it´s ok.

Jeff said he tried to talk to them, but they saw him as a trouble maker, and would not take his calls, so he only communicated with them through his lawyer.

I wondered about the house he was staying in.  There were four rooms – he had the smallest one – and a living room and a kitchen.

As his room was very small, he spent time in the living room, but he was tired in the evenings so he would go to bed at 23-23.30.  He had had his night life in New York.  So he would watch the news, Johnny Carson´s The Tonight Show, and watch a film, maybe, and go to sleep.

Instead he got up early in the mornings, and twice a week he was on an AIDS Hotline, answering questions, it gave him a structure to life. Sometimes he would tell a caller that he had AIDS, and it helped them to hear, he said, that there are people who are actually surviving AIDS.

  • Cause the picture is that everybody is skinny and dried up and wasting away in the hospital and weighs 28 pounds, you know, and it´s just not so.  

I asked what illnesses Jeff had, and what had given him his AIDS diagnosis, and that was the pneumonia. Now he had a parasite in his digestive system called Crypto Sperodium. He was on 4 medications a day, and did not experience any symptoms.  It was AZT and he got it for free from his clinic.

  • I am working out in the gym, I´m doing very well, you know. I have a lot energy, I have a great sense of well being. I really think that my disease is in remission.
  • What is that?
  • Remission means… you are not cured, but it is not getting any worse. You´ve managed to stabilize the balance of the body, and you can survive that way.

We went back to the process and the threat of him being evicted.  Jeff said that SHANTI didn´t like the way he acted with their people.

  • And how do you act with their people?
  • I´m very demanding. I ask a lot of questions. I want to know. I feel that they have a responsibility to the people that they serve, meaning the people with AIDS. They´ve managed to create a large powerful end expensive bureaucracy around MY suffering. They´ve used MY suffering to make big jobs for them selves… and, so I wanna make sure that they are allocating the money based on my interest, and not in their interest. 
  • What would you want them to do?
  • I´d like them to spend less money on computers, less money on new offices, less money on new staffing and buy a new van, so that they can take us to hospital and get medicine.

He thought SHANTI handled maintenance problems good, like if the Ice machine didn´t work or if something was broken, then someone would come.

Jeff did most of his personal things by him self, like laundry. He had had a volunteer helping him with practical things, but it made him feel more helpless, and he thought it was good to continue doing these things by him self.

  • I think that I am defeating this disease through sheer… crankiness, you know what I mean?

Jeff seemed to have a lot of self esteem, and he said he had worked on that very hard with his therapist, every Tuesday at 11. On the dot.

  • Never miss it. That´s the one hour of my life that is completely mine, belongs to no one else. One relationship in my life that is inviolate.

Then I asked a question that genuinely seemed to surprise him. I asked what his future looked like.

  • What is my future!

Jeff had plans. He wanted to work in Washington.

  • Right now, what I´d like to do is work for a year in Washington, on one of the AIDS commissions, either the White House Commission or the Congressional Commission which is being put together. I´ve been sending letters to people in Washington, asking for a job.

Jeff wanted to work for a year or 18 months on developing public policy about AIDS, and beyond that he wanted to send manuscripts to Los Angeles, and be involved in the Film community, but he was not so sure he had the stamina to do it at the moment.

If he was evicted, which he doubted, because he and his lawyer thought they had a solid case, he would do what he had to do, move to a cheap hotel in the Tenderloin, or something like that. He would have to go back to work, if he could find one without stress, and start getting an income again, and ”start becoming a contributing member of society”.

I wondered if there were others that were as strong as he was.

  • I can name half a dozen people right now who are long time survivors, who are as eager and energetic as I am. Probably couldn´t name them, but I have pictures, mental pictures about half a dozen of them. Look at Leonard, Leonard Matlowich, Dan Turner, another friend you know. Dan Turner has been five and a half years diagnosed with this diesease. Doing very well. He looks beautiful. I´m in love with him, I think he´s great.
  • Does he know?
  • I don´t know, I told him I think he´s pretty special. Oh, I don´t know that I´m in love with him, but… I do think he´s pretty special.

Jeff thought that I should really talk to Leonard Matlowich, a decorated war hero who was fired from the U.S. Air Force for being gay. He was also one of the organizers of A Time to Shine, together with Dan Turner

  • He is a very courageous man, and now he has AIDS.


Had Jeff made any friends in the house? It didn´t seem so. Two had visitors, two others didn´t. Jeff said they stayed in their rooms, alone. One of them lied still in his bed with his hand folded on this chest.

  • Like he´s already been laid out. (In a coffin.) Oh yeah, he spends his whole day layed back in the bed like this.
  • Can anyone talk to him?
  • You can talk to him, but his mind´s about gone. There is nothing left, it´s like oatmeal.
  • Does he say something?
  • Yeah, but he talks like a child.

It was not clear who took care of this man. Jeff had tried to send him to hospital, because he didn´t understand how sick he was, but he was sent back, and he was angry at Jeff for sending him there.

  • I don´t know how to handle him. I am not equipped around dealing with people who are dying. SHANTI is, I give them that credit. They are very equipped to handle people who are dying, they´ve had a lot of experience with it, (but) they don´t know how to handle people who are living, and surviving, they don´t know how to handle that.

Back to Jeff, and the possibility that he would come down with Kaposis Sarcoma or something else. Did he have a plan for how to handle that? Jeff said he would handle it like he did with AA, One Day at the Time.

After he got his diagnosis, he stayed in his bed for about 6 months, until he started picking up his life again.

It was a television program. He saw a long time survivor on television who said that it was possible to survive AIDS. He was 4 years in to his diagnosis, but through love, medicine and miracles he had succeeded in creating health and success in his life.

  • I wanted to just jump through the television screen and stand next to him and say: I believe that too!

From that moment he returned to life. He got out of bed, called people, and changed his diet to almost completely vegetarian, and started going to the gym.

He also listened to tapes by Louise Hay, where she talks about loving your self, changing your attitudes etcetera. He listened to them before he went to sleep. He also used the Serenity Prayer, as he had done before, when he became sober, and stopped smoking.

Finally, I asked what he wanted to do, more than going to Washington.

  • If I could make up my own reality? I DO have the power to create my own reality

He talked about walking in to a movie set and start taking pictures. That was the quick and easy answer, he said.

He also talked about meting someone, allowing that to happen to him.  He had done some work with him self, and he pointed at his head and his heart.

  • I´m starting to reap the benefits of that, and it´s very exciting.

Then he started talking about being a spokes person again.

  • We need a good effective national spokesman for people with AIDS. We need someone who is bright and articulate, and well spoken and well read.

He couldn´t see that there was such a person, who could also speak without anger, so he wanted to fill that role.

Here he asked me to turn off the tape recorder. It seemed like he wanted to take the place of Leonard and Dan, but he didn´t speak openly about it.

  • I will never be cured of alcoholism, that´s for sure. I may never be cured of AIDS, but by amending my lifestyle, and about the spiritual work that I do, I may be able to place this disease of AIDS in remission as well.
  • It sounds like you have come to very good conclusions in your life through…
  • Exactly! I couldn´t put it more perfectly my self. AIDS has been an opportunity for me to take a real close look at who I am, what I am doing and what´s important for me.

Cause you know, if you´re faced with dying in the next couple of years, a lot of things that were important in the past suddenly become unimportant, just doesn´t matter… Life does become a richer experience when faced with death.

  • Your life would have gone on pretty much the same…
  • I don´t know. I was ready to make changes in my life, I know that, even before I was diagnosed, but it was AIDS that sort of gave me the kick in the pants.

Jeff didn´t see him self as dying.

  • I see my self as living, surviving, and doing it healthy and with passion.
  • That´s nice!
  • Rather than to learn how to die with dignity, I am learning how to live with passion.

We went to Jeff´s home, in the SHANTI Residence.

On the way there he talked about going to the gym and dating. He seemed extremely healthy and he was absolutely convinced that his disease was arrested.

In the entrance sat a man with dark KS lesions all over his face and arms, he was painting a chair blue.

I had to sneak in, because visitors were usually not allowed, out of respect for the other residents privacy and anonymity.

Jeff´s room was immediately to the left. It was very small, and most of it occupied by a big bed with a Scottish plaid bedspread. There was a desk and a chair, dark green walls with photographs of his family. Large books about photo.  A stylish home, really a world of its own.

While Jeff talked, or rather screamed at someone on the phone, who turned out to be Leonard Matlowich, I looked around as I was waiting for him outside his door.  Several of the men were resting, watching television or doing something in the kitchen. Some of them were very thin, and marked by KS lesions. There was actually a big difference between Jeff and them, as he looked so healthy.

Jeff gave me an invitation to a benefit for A time to shine, where I would eventually meet his friends Dan and Leonard.

My notes are there, as you can see.

I met Jeff that evening, but he was ”courting” an important politician, so I just walked around by my self. There was not a lot of people there.… I sat in the kitchen and talked to people. There had been so many benefits, so many deaths, and whole circles of friends had died. There was no meaning in falling in love, because everybody was HIV positive and died.

I met a woman called Eileen Hansen, that I would run in to later. She talked a lot about the NAMES project, and said I HAD to go there, and I will.

I talked to Leonard Matlowich and we checked our calendars, and realised that we could not meet. It was a very friendly meeting.  Just as Jeff, he looked so healthy that I had high hopes that there would be other chances to meet. But that was not to be.

I tried to talk to Dan Turner, but it did not work either, not until the next year. I ran into him on a bus, and we decided to meet.


But that evening, at the benefit, that was the last time I saw Jeff Shannon. I wrote to him, but there were no answers.

I eventually contacted the journalist that had written about him, Charles Linebarger, and he informed me of his death, in March 1988. About six months after we had met, in September 1987.

I contacted Dan Bacon, who was Jeff´s lawyer, and he got me in touch with Jeff´s sister.

I had been told by a man at SHANTI that Jeff had died ”a terrible death”, but I don´t know how he could know that, because I don´t know if anyone was there with Jeff. I wrote to the hospital where he died, to find out, but they could not help me with that information.

Dan Bacon sent me the Certificate of Death.

Cause of Death: Cardiopulmonary Arrest, Hypotension, Sepsis, Aquired Immune Deficiency Syndrom

Other Significant Conditions – Contributing to Death but not related to cause given:

Pancytopenia, Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation.

In the Certificate of Death the physician that cared for Jeff wrote, ”I attended Decedent since 3-20-88” , ”I last saw Decedent alive 3-25-88”. Jeff passed away at 17:25.

At that hour, one can hope that someone was there.

Jeff was cremated on March the 30th, 1988.  And his ashes were sent to his sister.


Dan Bacon, about Jeff Shannon.

I looked him up when I returned to San Francisco 1988.

Dan Bacon and Jeff had met in the spring of 1987. Dan was active in a group called the Golden Gate Business Association, that would take out men with AIDS to the movies or to dinner.

They had turned their attention to SHANTI Residences in San Francisco, but it did not work out so well with SHANTI.

Dan didn´t want to work politically, but rather by providing social activities. He had previously worked with other residents that were going to be evicted by SHANTI, that had contacted him because he was an attorney, but he was told by SHANTI to not interfere.

He mentioned a case where a man had been given 5 days to move. He had tried to help by talking to SHANTI, but they refused to talk to him, so he decided to get out – it was a difficult situation because of his position within GGBA, but he withdrew, and that same year 1986, the social activities stopped altogether, because someone at SHANTI had complained.

Jeff had found Dan´s name on on the wall in the SHANTI Residence he stayed in, and he called and asked him if they could go to Baseball match together, and Dan said yes.

At that time Dan was under a lot of stress, building his Law office, so Jeff was, as he said, a breath of fresh air and they went to several matches together. And Jeff revealed more and more about his disease. That is how their relationship started.

In the summer of 1987 Dan received a frantic call from Jeff that he had problems with SHANTI. Could Dan help?

Dan didn´t want to worry Jeff by telling him about his previous contacts with SHANTI, but eventually Jeff found out that Dan had suffered because of previous problems with SHANTI, and that made him even more determined to push forward with the process against SHANTI, and that is how Dan become involved in the case.

Jeff could be very intense and argumentative, and that was one of the reasons why SHANTI wanted to evict him. He was also accused of coming on sexually to other tenants. Dan never talked to Jeff about that – he didn´t even know if it was true. Dan himself thought it was unlikely, as the other men living there were all very sick.

He had interrogated one of the responsible people for the SHANTI Residences, but nothing was said then, only that Jeff ”could get in your face” and be argumentative.

One of the things Jeff had asked about was how SHANTI could place people that smoked near a person that had had Pneumocystis for example. You are not allowed to smoke in hospitals, so why there? He questioned their procedures, their policies. And Dan said that that was when they began to make sure he had roommates near to him that were smokers.

He also asked about their finances, where SHANTI got their money from, and how they spent it, and who were the people working there?

  • Jeff was very bright, in my opinion, and when he began to poke around on that – that´s where I think that SHANTI decided they wanted him out.

All this seemed to have happened around the time when there were a lot of questions about SHANTI, and many complaints from volunteers and staff, also about the boss Jim Geary, that had recently resigned.

Dan tried to help Jeff, and asked questions about previous evictions, but he got no answer, he said they stonewalled it.

I wondered about their personal contact, and Dan told me that he invited Jeff to dinner in his home several times, and that Jeff spent a lot of time in his office, but he had stomach problems and could suddenly become so weak that he just had to lie down on the floor.  Dan felt sorry for him.

Dan talked about how the USA that could spend a lot of money on wars, but not on educating people about HIV/AIDS, even though thousands of people died. He put his trust in Surgeon General Coop that had turned out to be a man who cared.

Dan had lost a lot of friends and employees, and two loved ones to AIDS. He also said the government was not spending money on ”why some of us are healthy”.

  • I have been in the San Francisco Gay Men´s Health study for several years, which is funded by National Institute of Health. Apparently my blood is healthy, apparently they´ve tried to infect a sample of my blood with the virus… Why is it that our blood does not react the AIDS virus?

Dan talked about research that should be done, why people who could have been exposed to the virus did not become infected. They were healthy, and they tested negative to the HIV-virus. There was a lot of research to be done, also about this.

When I met Jeff, in the fall of 1987, he had started training and things, and I wondered about that.

– He was dating people, and he wanted to have a lover. He said he was just learning to love, and I don´t know if he ever made it. Do you know?

– We talked about that. He mentioned how he was working at the gym and trying… to get his health back in shape, and then his health began to deteriorate, and kind of upset that issue.

Dan told me that Jeff had a very negative outlook on life, and that he was very conservative, and possibly even racist. He didn´t believe in welfare, his view was that people used the system, especially black women with many kids. But after discussions with Dan, about his own need for help by the society, and as his health deteriorated, he started to change.

He had also been very rude to Dan, and didn´t understand why Dan was still willing to help him, and Dan, who is also a pastor, told him that he looked upon him as a person who could not help him self. As a helpless person.

Jeff tried to work, but could not work a full day, as he would lose energy.

  • Lo and behold, at the end Jeff began to to say… ”I guess there are times where our society should take care of its sick.” and he basically said that because he had to agree, that his taking money was proper.

I wondered if he met someone and if he made friends, and he had. If I understood Dan right, he had not wanted to talk to me, because other People with AIDS that had known Jeff, had contacted him. Even from Washington, and he couldn´t take them on.

He did send a letter back to a man in DC, also telling him that Jeff had passed away. He received a letter from this mans mother, who told him that her son had appreciated to be told, but now he had also passed away.

  • He met a lot of people I think in his last months that did have AIDS, and…    It´s a horrifying Holocaust out there, and I… I think America, I think the whole world needs to experience that Holocaust.

Dan also mentioned the Presidents AIDS Commission, and said that the President had rejected his own commissions suggestions.

Jeff could not pay for his own defence, and Dan and he had agreed on how it would be handled once he won his case. But the case was postponed and postponed, and Dan said, with a smile, that they were waiting for him to die, but in the end they received a settlement.

– What was his condition when it actually happened?

– He was in the hospital.

– So he was not present, in person?

– No, I called him from the Judges chambers, and he was coughing and coughing, couldn´t quit coughing. And he said: ”Why Do I have to settle this? Why?! Let´s take them to court!” I said: ”Jeff, I´d love to take them to court, I´d love to win, but how the heck ”– and here Dan whispered – ”can I do that when you are dying?!”

And you know, I had another associate with me there at this settlement conference, that listened, and we were both in the conversation, and we put the phone away as he was coughing an coughing, and he goes: ”Ok, ok. I guess I have no choice, do I?” And I said: ”No.”

But I said: ”Jeff, you will not be on the street, just try to get out of the hospital.”  ”I will, I will.” That´s the last time I ever spoke to Jeff.

Jeff died three days later, in the hospital.

Mr Bacon sent me a photo of Jeff that he had taken.

After Jeff ´s death, Dan took care of everything. Jeff´s mail was forwarded to him, and he told the creditors that there was no money. He sent the urn to the sister in Ohio.

Jeff and his sister had had a bad last conversation towards the end, and Jeff had screamed at her, and she felt very guilty for not coming to SF.

Dan said he was grateful that he had made Jeff sign some papers about his wishes, cremation etcetera, so things were taken care of in the end. Jeff had tried to stall signing the papers, like the Power of Attorney for example, but Dan said: ”I am not asking you, I am telling you!”

Jeff had a number of books on photo, and a lot of proofs, that he wanted to be destroyed, and that was done.

He also had tapes with Louise Haye, on love and acceptance.

  • So I was glad that he had tried to… you know, look somewhere in that area towards improving him self in those areas, in being at peace with him self. And I know going to the gym and other things was very much a part of that.

Here I asked if Jeff ever found someone to love, and Dan laughed a little, and mentioned a letter. I turned off the tape, so he could talk about it. There was some kind of contact with someone.

Dan talked about their private conversations, and Dan had moaned and complained about some problems he had, when Jeff had said: ”You know… it ain´t so bad from where I see you. You have a nice car, you have a nice apartment, and you have a nice office… and you know, you don´t have this plague afflicting you” and… It was kind of reminding me, you know, I have a lot to be grateful for.

Dan said that he could have been affected by HIV/AIDS.

  • I try to look at other people as though that could very easily be me, sick and all, and I think, as Christians, as I am, I think you are commanded to be charitable to those who are sick.

Jeff had from the beginning been like: ”I´m not my brother´s keeper, why should I? ”But he changed later.

I wondered who had gone to Jeff´s memorial, and here Dan sighed deeply. He had not been there. He didn´t remember why. A man from the office went.

Dan had been to so many memorials, and he mentioned friends that had recently passed away.

  • Did Jeff have any kind of religious or spiritual experience at all, or was he only interested in winning this case? I had a feeling that this kept him up, and when he settled he just…

Dan had mixed answers to this, he said. He had told Jeff to not worry about SHANTI, to let Dan handle his housing and dealings with SHANTI, and to concentrate on Washington, on being a spokesperson for People with AIDS.

  • I told Jeff to do that, but unfortunately it seems as though this lawsuit… really kind of bogged him down.

I wondered about Jeff´s last time in life.

  • What was he like? Did he panic? Did he understand that he was dying?

Dan sighed.

– He understood that he was dying, but he… lived day to day, believe it or not, as though he was gonna live forever, it seemed, because he kept concentrating on getting this case ready for trial.

Jeff became more and more occupied with his case. He would come to the office and be very demanding, in his New York style, as if it was the one and only case the law firm had to deal with, and it escalated the more sick he got, and exhausted both Dan Bacon and other members of the staff.

  • I kept saying: ”Jeff… you may not live this trial”, and he said: ”Well, make sure you do this! Ask for this record and Ask this question”, and X Y C, and I´d say: ”Jeff, just do me one favor: Concentrate on living! Concentrate on your health! I don´t know what you can do, but damn it, do it!!!”

Dan talked about moments when he hugged Jeff and he was crying, and how Dan had to go away, because he knew he would lose Jeff, that he had gotten to know very well during a short time.

  • But… as far as the issue of recognizing he was dying… He never really wanted to talk about dying, and when I would bring it up, he would say… ”Oh no! I´m not DYING with AIDS ”- here Dan laughed a little – ”I´m LIVING with AIDS! You ought to read the literature on it!”, he´d say!

My contact with Dan Bacon continued, I tried to find out if anyone was with Jeff when he passed away, but in December 1990 he wrote back that he did not know. He was at an airport, when Jeff died, and was paged at the airport.

He had suffered on his own. His long time friend had passed away in September that same year.


In the fall of 1988 I met Dan Turner.

We drank tea, and while curled up in scarfs because of a cold, he read to me from his notes, when he was not coughing. Sometimes he would talk really fast, so he could finish saying something, before he started to cough again.

Dan had found out about Jeff´s death on April 24th.

  • So, when I look at May 15th, which is a Sunday, and at 1 PM was Jeff Shannon´s Memorial. It says: I go to 125 Alpine Terrace to the home of Terry Freese… introduce my self to… Let´s see here. He serves Strawberry cake, I have a lemonade. I met a woman who calls her self Gloria Swanson, a woman Jeff partied with on Fire Island, who said he was ”well endowed”.

Fire Island is Gay Resort, and this woman had a house there and Jeff had stayed with her, and there was a lot of partying and a lot of sex.

Dan continued to cough and cough.

  • I don´t see anything more here. Oh wait! Here´s some more. It says: I look at the view from Terry´s apartment with binoculars. It´s a beautiful day with a clear blue sky. (Couldn´t hear the rest because of the coughing.) It says: Jeff had a flare-up of CMV. He lost his mind the last week, and was seeing cartoon characters, like a rabbit and Mickey Mouse.

Dan explained to me about CMV, that it is a virus that compromises the immune system and can be dangerous for people with AIDS, make people blind and affect the brain, and more.

I asked about Jeff´s plans for his political work, and he had worked hard on it, Dan said, and had set up a press conference before the March on Washington. He was on television speaking from the steps of the Capital building, about the needs of People with AIDS, and he had set up appointments with congress people, and more. Dan Turner had also talked at that time, but by then the cameras were switched off.

Dan told me about a discussion he and Jeff had had over lunch. Dan could not understand how Jeff could continue being a republican, knowing that the Republicans did nothing for people with AIDS.

  • But Jeff´s allegiance was to the Republican party, so we got in to a fight about that… and then I realised how republican Jeff was. Up til that time I had not realised.

Dan thought Jeff was angry, because he was caught between hos old belief´s and the reality of the new situation.

  • Which was that they had done virtually nothing, and had been, I think… you know… they had been irresponsible to the point of criminality.

Here, Dan talked about the Republican Party and what they had not done, and about his friends that had died, at least a hundred had passed away. The more he talked, the more he coughed, because he became more and more upset, not the least about president Reagan and his response to the AIDS commissions report.

  • They told him what to do, he refused.

Dan talked about a little girl that had fallen in to a well, Jessica, and how it became a big splash of publicity all over the US: Save little Jessica! Save little Jessica! At that time thousands of gay men had died, and no one said anything about it.

  • I was sorry the little girl fell in to the well, and I mean I was glad that she was rescued, but the entire country was glued to the television set: Will they save her? Will they save her? And then when she was saved – and here he slammed his cup on the table – Reagan, the president gives medals to the people that saved her, you know, and goes on television and says: Oh! Isn´t this wonderful? This shows what the Americans can do. That they have such good hearts!

Here Dan just walked away, for some reason, and took the microphone with him, but the came back.

  • I was furious! I was just furious that all this attention was payed, and no attention had been payed to gay men that have died of AIDS! Normally, when there is a disaster in the country, the… president will go to the place where the disaster is… if there´s flood, if there´s a tornado or an earthquake, the president will go to the scene of the disaster, you know, and money will be allocated, and the president will say: Isn´t it too bad, and We have to help these people. In, you know, six years, seven years time, the president has never, NEVER done that with gay men who have AIDS, and who have been dying, every year. Not gone to the hospital, not, you know… nothing! He´s a criminal! He is a criminal, as far as I´m concerned.

Here Dan talked about the government, not specifically on AIDS, many other things, but in the end he sighed and said it was depressing.

  • I hope all got in there.
  • Yes.

Dan laughed, and his cat purred in the microphone.

Dan talked about about Washington, that he had been one of the readers of names, when the AIDS Memorial Quilt was layed out for the first time.  He also talked about the Supreme Court and demonstrations.

Dan didn´t think that Jeff had taken part in any of the demonstrations, because he wanted to get on the Presidents commission. He didn´t think Jeff wanted to demonstrate and get arrested, because that would probably have prevented him from being on the AIDS commission. Dan didn´t think he became a part of that, but that he had applied.

I have tried to find out about it, but have failed to get an answer.

He said that Jeff had worked hard around fundraising.

  • He worked a lot harder than me. I worked with him, and… he was tireless… It seemed at that time that it was good for him, for his health.

Dan meant that it was the people that kept busy and were doing things that lived the longest.  He himself was one of the longest survivors in San Francisco.

We talked until late, about Dan´s health, about the NAMES project, and about Leonard Matlowich. He told me that it was Leonard Matlowich that had put the politician Harvey Milk´s ashes in the ground at the Congressional Cemetery in Washington, DC, 1987.

Harvey Milk was murdered on November 27th, 1978 in San Francisco.

  • Why did it take so long?
  • They kept them here. His lover kept them here, all those years, and then they decided to bury them, the weekend of the March. They put his ashes not far from where Leonard is buried.

Leonard Matlowich, passed away in June of 1988.

His headstone does not carry his name, but it says:

A Gay Vietnam Veteran

When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men

And a discharge for loving one.

There is a lot to be seen about Leonard Matlowich on the Internet, but his speech in connection with Harvey Milk´s ashes can be seen on Youtube.

Look for: 1987 Harvey Milk Memorial Dedication – Leonard Matlovich.


This was the last time I saw Dan Turner.

He passed away at Coming Home Hospice in May 1990.


I had written to Jeff´s sister, Lynne, and she wrote to me in the spring of 1990, after having given birth to a little girl.

She wrote that she had loved her brother, but wasn´t sure he had known how much she cared for him. She had gone to San Francisco to see him a month before he died, and was shocked at his deteriorated condition. She had not realised how sick he was.

Jeff´s father did not come to see him. But he had also not seen her in ten years.

She wrote that what Jeff always wanted and didn´t seem to find, was love.

”I think that now that he is with our mother in heaven, he has found it… that is something that I truly believe…”

There had been a Memorial for him, and she wrote that it was very nice.

”He wanted to be buried near our mother – he is with her now and is in the family burial plot with our mother and grandfather … our grandmother will also be buried there…”