There was a time, some of us remember and others need to know about, when AIDS wards in hospitals were waiting rooms for the dying. Medics tried desperately to stop people slipping through but it was only ever a matter of time and there was nothing that could be done to save these people’s lives.

When I look back, I see an aftermath of war, bodies lying everywhere. Lives blown apart by blindness, insanity, breathlessness, leglessness and disease. People racing time to patch up love, lives, families and the past.

The beds all rested men.

They’d walked in sick, gone to a four-bed ward, gotten sicker, gone to a two-bed ward and finally to a private room in time for a private death. The closed doors to those rooms eventually opened for what remained to come out and for the next to go in. You really felt it when someone new was admitted to the ward, what they yet didn’t know, that they probably wouldn’t be going home, that they’d taken their place in the queue that had now moved one place along.

Death was rarely spoken about and yet it was only ever a wall away. There was comfort in lovers, friends and family but some men had none.

You’d leave alone a mother crying in the kitchen over making a cup of tea, time to gather herself to go back in. What could you say? There was little comfort in facing the truth.

Amongst it all though, there was camaraderie, jokes and talk of, “When I get out of here…”, anger and fear.

Those men that I met are gone, bar one survivor.

There’s a photo that I keep in a book. Me, him and two other fellas at a gallery opening, laughin’ up. Those three fellas are gone. Those three fellas were gay Aboriginal men. Why didn’t just one of them survive? Why wasn’t one of those deaths mine?

We have to acknowledge these times, that people experienced this and that it was awful. We still need to talk AIDS and with those whose lives it hasn’t touched. I think they’d like to know. History has a habit of covering things up.

This song, Poor Johnny Low Count, was written in that time when many of our friends were leaving us.

Recorded live, straight to mini disc. Closing story and song, His Spirit Flies, songs and stories of Death and Life. New Theatre, Newtown. Sydney Gay Games Cultural Festival 2002. Poor Johnny Low Count was first publicly performed at Sydney AIDS Candlelight Memorial, 1997.  Recording credits : Peter Northcote (guitar), Leon Gaer (bass), Ian Bloxom (drums), Tim Bishop, Helen Anu & Sam Barsah (vocals). Mastered by Ted Rudduck. 

“There’s a photo that I keep in a book.”
Matthew Cook, Tim Bishop, Garry Darcy, Malcolm Cole © Brenda Croft 1992


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10 Responses to “There Was a Time”

  1. Richard allen

    This so real let alone so true we have lost a lot of friends and lovers to this

    • Tim Bishop

      Thanks for your comment Richard. Yes, the truth of it is the hardest to grapple but the best thing we can do is acknowledge the truth.

  2. Robert Sharp

    A great story, as real NOW as it was back then, AIDS and its overall effects on those touched by it and their friends and family is not in the news as much these days. But if it really is such a ‘yesterday’s news’ item, why are the levels of infection STILL rising. We should never ever think it cant happen to ME…

    • Tim Bishop

      Great comment Robert. Yeah you’re right, we should never think that this didn’t happen and we need to remind people that it did and that it’s not over. Thanks for reading.

  3. Giovanni Sgroi

    Wow, brillant article. And my beautiful Gary looks amazing. Nursed him till the end, and miss him always.

    • Tim Bishop

      Your beautiful Gary was a gorgeous guy. He spread happiness with his beautiful smile that this pic shows off so well. Happy you found this pic of him and thanks for your comments. Much appreciated.

  4. Corinne Michel

    Seeing Gary’s smiling face again after all these years. Warms my heart immensely. He’s missed dearly.

  5. Janine

    You’ve triggered many memories for me … That one hospital visit and the many questions those two little gals had … perhaps you should develop the story?

    • Tim Bishop

      People have needed the time to recover before remembering these times but in recovering, we musn’t forget, and need to make sure that any stigma is removed from the memories of these men’s lives. Thanks Janine for remembering.


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