Did anyone really think AIM could hold out forever against the combined onslaught of AHF's rapacious minions, Cal-OHSHA's ideologically motivated abuse of state power, waves of nuisance suits filed by AHF's lawyers on behalf of anyone and everyone who might conceivably make a claim against the organization, the carefully orchestrated media campaign against it mounted by Michael Weinstein and his toadies at the L.A. Times, the whole madness of Ponrolinks being laid at AIM's door with no concrete evidence that it's in any way responsible?
Did people just take it for granted that AIM is indestructible, or that the so-called "Big Players" in porn would rush to its rescue?
Whatever anyone was thinking, other than Weinstein's crew, AIM has always been a fairly fragile institution with one very important constituency that's been little heard from amid all the smoke and mirrors - the performers. They're the ones who need it to survive, and will be in much greater danger if the bullies and bloviators finally succeed in killing AIM, because they're the ones who will be at risk if the highly successful testing and monitoring system that AIM operated for ten years, during which this industry had a total of four work-related HIV transmissions out of the nearly thirty thousand new cases reported in L.A. County during that time, finally closes down and some chaotic patchwork of test facilities with differing methods rush in to take its place. That is, unless AHF and their pals actually succeed in destroying independent testing altogether so they can land that contract with the state to replace it with their own as yet undescribed substitute system?
Only the performers will suffer if AIM closes its doors, and who really gives a fuck about them in all this political chicanery? Certainly not those who stirred it up to begin with.
I'm not ready to hang crepe for AIM as yet. It's still doing remote draws, reporting results in a day and still maintains the all important unified data base that tracks test results for performers and producers, but when you read this, you may come away with the distinct impression that the battle is nearly over and AHF and Co. have won.
If so, congratulations Mr. Weinstein. You'll have destroyed the system that kept performers safe without offering anything useful in its place. If one performer gets sick as a result, the onus for that lands heavily on your balding head.
Read it and weep: