Common Threads: Stories from the Quilt

On the 20th Anniversary of World AIDS Day I sat down and watched this profoundly moving documentary that packs as much of an emotional wallop now as it did when I first saw it back in the very early 90's – I cried my eyes out. It was a time when many of my friends and acquaintances were suffering and dying from AIDS and many others were living with HIV. A time before combination therapy and drugs - for those who are able to access and afford them - helped prolong the lives of people living with HIV. The 'storytellers' are everyday people whose lovers, friends or family died of AIDS and who found an outlet to remember them and deal with their grief through the Quilt project. Their stories are inspirational, and the film beautifully constructed. Highly Recommended.

I wasn't born until the 90's and personally don't know anyone who died from AIDS, but Common Threads left an empty gap in my heart as if these lives lost were my own friends and family. This film was a beautiful tribute to the men, women and children lost to a horrible disease.

Bobby McFerrin wrote a song for this movie called "Common Threads" which plays on and off throughout the film. The song fits the somber mood of the film and sticks with you along with the names and faces that were among the many lost in the battle against AIDS.

The stories will touch you and will be burned into your memory. The film is also incredibly depressing. The beginning of the 80's when the AIDS epidemic began seems almost spooky. Here is this disease that causes such horrific suffering and death and doctors knew little about it or the cause.

AZT wasn't approved by the FDA until 1987. It's so sad to think that these people knew their days were numbered and that the gruesome fate of AIDS and horrible death was imminent. There was a huge stigma and many didn't get the patient centered care they deserved.

Contaminated factor 8 was another tragedy that ended up being a death sentence for people who thought they were getting just a simple blood transfusion or routine treatment for hemophilia. David Mandell Jr., a young boy with hemophilia, was one of the lives lost due to this grave mistake. It shattered my heart into a million pieces as his parents discussed making his last Christmas extra special for him and hearing him talk to ALF, a character from his favorite show. Here is this sweet innocent child frozen in time. He never had the chance to grow up all because a product he needed was contaminated with HIV.

Throughout the film you get to see volunteers, bereaved families and friends work on this incredible quilt. I loved seeing all of the contributions and later looked up the virtual quilt that lets you scan the full quilt and see everyone's names. I highly recommend paying a tribute and checking it out after you watch this film.

I was on staff at the Names Project during the making of this film and am honored to have been so. This film won the 1989 Academy Award for Feature Documentary. As has been stated by others, this is not an easy film to see, but I would encourage anyone who wants a greater understanding of the devastating impact of AIDS to view it. To have worked in the Names Project workshop and seen firsthand the care and love poured into each panel of the quilt was both a privilege and, ultimately, a devastating experience. Some of the people I worked with there are now gone - died of AIDS themselves - and I still think of them and miss them. See this film.

As for the comment about a world view, the film does mention some worldwide statistics. However, one of the main points of the film is that the United States government was abysmally slow in its response to the AIDS epidemic - so there is a reason for the focus on the U.S.

I was actually looking for something else today when I came across this. I remember seeing this several years ago & still recall it clearly. I've never been a big bobby McFerrin fan, but the theme music that he came up with is deeply human and touching. It accents the somber tone of the presentation extremely well. I remember sitting there struck silent by the magnitude of human suffering expressed in the form of those quilts. If more filmmakers had the kind of heart those two have, the world would be a better place for all of us. Gay and Straight alike.

Every life has a story. Here are a few of the stories of people who died from AIDS, told by their survivors.

More than three quarter of a million Americans have died from AIDS since we began to notice it, about forty years ago. Worldwide, the figure seems to be a bit more than 40 million. Do a little math, and we as a nation look lucky. Human lives are not measured statistically, and people do not die by nations, but individually. Try to speak of the enormity of something, saying eighty million people have died from AIDS, or 6.9 million from COVID-19 or what have you and the horror and sadness gets lost in the the crowd. But one by one, with those they leave behind to assess the values of those lives. "My son died"; "My lover died"; "My friend Jim died": these are the words that make me weep. That's why this movie is so effective.