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...helping lift a death sentence--for a few years at least, and perhaps longer--on tens of thousands of AIDS sufferers, and for pioneering the treatment that might, just might, lead to a cure, David Da-i Ho, M.D., is TIME's Man of the Year...
Mothers are allowed to say these things. But one doesn't have to be David Da-i Ho's mother to be aware of his brilliance. He lays forth clearly and succinctly some of the boldest yet most cogent hypotheses in the epic campaign against HIV; at the same time, he operates nimbly through the budgetary and political pitfalls of the enterprise. And though he is monumentally tranquil in demeanor, he has been known to fling the occasional hot one-liner against naysayers--once, "It's the virus, stupid!" to those who insist HIV is not the cause of AIDS...
TIME's 1996 Man of the Year was born in Taichung, Taiwan, on Nov. 3, 1952. At birth, he was given the name Da-i, two Chinese ideograms that literally mean "Great One," a Taoist term of vast cosmological consequence. It is a name reflecting great expectations. Taichung, however, was a quiet town in the Taiwan boondocks, and the Ho family lived in a modest four-room house with a backyard ditch that served as a toilet and from which farmers collected fertilizer for their fields. To forge a better life for his family, Ho's father took ship...
...Da-i and his younger brother, the years of waiting were filled with long school days that included, after a quick stop at home for dinner, a 20-minute bike ride to a cram school for extra tutoring. As they rode home in the dark through the empty countryside, the eerie sounds of frogs and crickets would sometimes scare the brothers into frenzied pedaling. Street stickball was a welcome interruption. And whenever he could, Da-i would sneak off to the neighborhood store to leaf through comic books...
...Bring in 'Da Noise, Bring in 'Da Funk. The black experience in America as interpreted by the tapping, stomping feet of Savion Glover and company. The sketches--on how hard it is to hail a cab in Manhattan, or be a black dancing star in 1930s Hollywood--are satirically on target, and the dancers perform with demon drive. What a year for musicals...