Holding these three pills in my hand, I felt the gelatinous surface that contained life or death, and the showman/salesman in me knew that we had the visual props to win the argument. As with Jubilee 2000, this was an argument about justice rather than charity. If access to ARVs really came down to your geographical address, “an accident of longitude or latitude,” as I used to put it, then I believed we could win that case in the court of public opinion. If we could do that, we could win the politics.
