Earvin “Magic” Johnson isn’t the reflective type. He tends not to dwell on the past or even second-guess the decision he made 10 minutes ago. So when asked if he often thinks about that chilly November morning in 1991 when he stood onstage at the Great Western Forum in Los Angeles and announced to the world that he’d contracted HIV, the former point guard flashes his signature smile and shakes his head: no. “I don’t look back that much at all, and I don’t spend a lot of time on regrets,” says Johnson. “I do regret putting my family and my wife, Cookie, through that entire experience and having to deal with certain things. But that’s really the only regret I have.”
Instead, the basketball legend turned business executive keeps his mind focused on one, profound thought: living. To the fame he earned as a Los Angeles Laker has been added the triumph of the survivor who beat the odds, and it may be the greater legacy of the two.
Up at 4 a.m. each workday, Johnson jogs five miles to his office in Beverly Hills, where he oversees Magic Johnson Enterprises, which operates movie theaters, Starbucks stores, and other businesses in long-neglected urban neighborhoods. Meanwhile, he’s actively involved in his namesake foundation’s efforts around HIV/AIDS and education, and works closely with the Obama administration on community-development issues. And when he finally gets home from the office after a brisk walk, he takes more business calls until 9 p.m.
And that’s Johnson dialed back. “For a long time, I’d work until 10 or 11,” until his wife laid down the law, he says. “When I work, I’m on. I’m ‘Magic.’ I love it, but it takes a lot out of me.”
It’s a pace that would challenge almost any 51-year-old—let alone someone who’s spent every day for the past 20 years contending with HIV. “I’ll hear people say every so often that having HIV must not be so bad—just look at Magic and how well he’s doing,” says Johnson, who has remained AIDS-free. “I’m blessed that the medicine I take really worked well with my body and makeup. It doesn’t work like that for everyone. A lot of people haven’t been as fortunate as I have.”
It was June 5, 1981, when the U.S. Centers for Disease Control issued a report about a strange and lethal pneumonia discovered in five gay men in Los Angeles. By the time Johnson was diagnosed with HIV as part of a routine NBA preseason physical, more Americans had died of AIDS than in all the conflicts after World War II. With fatalities rising each year and few therapies on hand to fight the disease, the question in 1991 wasn’t whether those infected with the virus could live full and productive lives but rather how long it would be before they died. Along the way, a cascade of opportunistic infections mottled the sufferers’ skin with strange purple lesions, covered their lungs in a yeastlike fungus, and left them looking like the walking dead of Birkenau.
Facing this prospect, and surrounded by Los Angeles Lakers team owner Jerry Buss, former Lakers star Kareem Abdul Jabbar, and NBA commissioner David Stern, Johnson appeared calm, even confident that morning in 1991. For those 15 excruciating minutes in front of the TV cameras, he put on his best game face. “I was never going to run and hide from this—I couldn’t,” he says. And yet, in walking off the stage he was walking away, at 32, from an astonishing career and driving passion and into the frightening unknown. What were his chances, and what would become of his young family?
Only months earlier, Johnson had married Earlitha “Cookie” Kelly, and she was now two months pregnant. An immediate concern was her health and the health of their unborn child (neither was infected). Beyond that was the indelicate question of how Johnson had contracted the virus (ultimately, he explained that he’d had sexual encounters with multiple female partners in the 1980s).
Initially, Cookie Johnson tried to talk her husband out of immediately going public with the news. “As soon as he found out he had HIV, he was ready to tell the world,” she recalls. “I was afraid of what people would say, how people would treat us, and what it would mean—because we didn’t know what it meant at that point. I just wanted him to wait.”
At the time, AIDS was still widely perceived as targeting only the gay community, despite the fact that women, children, the elderly—and heterosexual men—were also at risk. People were still reluctant to admit to having the disease. The iconic African-American choreographer Alvin Ailey, who succumbed to AIDS in 1989, asked his doctors to announce that he’d died of a blood disease. The tennis legend Arthur Ashe, who contracted the virus via a blood transfusion in 1988, didn’t announce he had AIDS until shortly before his death five years later.
But Johnson was determined to fight his battle out in the open. “This happened to me for a reason, and I know it was for me to help someone else” is how he puts it now.
While Johnson worked to raise public consciousness from Los Angeles, Andre, his 10-year-old son from a previous relationship, struggled to deal with the fallout from Lansing, Mich., where he lived with his mother. After the surprising announcement, Andre—who is now 30 and works for his father—recalls enduring hurtful remarks from fellow elementary-school children and their parents.
“My dad told me not to worry about him and not to worry about what people said. He knew that so many people didn’t understand HIV or AIDS and that kids can be cruel.”
Adults can be cruel, too: when Johnson returned to the hardwood with his doctors’ approval in 1992, he experienced the ostracism that so many HIV-positive people encountered. Some of his teammates publicly contested his presence out of fear they could be infected if he were injured and bled during a game.
“I would say hands down, the first five years were the most difficult for me,” he says. “That was before advances in medicine, and I was still struggling with my career. It wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. It took me a while to figure out I needed closure to get unstuck. I was just stuck,” he continues. “There were those moments when thoughts came like ‘What if I don’t make it?’ But they were fleeting, or at least I tried to make them that way. I couldn’t let myself stay there for long.”
As Johnson fought his doubts, his doctors battled the killer that had infected him. Dr. David Ho had begun experimenting with a promising new weapon: a cocktail of antiretroviral medications that seemed to keep HIV in check and prevent patients from developing full-blown AIDS. And so, in 1994—about a year and a half before the new drug regimen was introduced to the general public—Ho put Johnson on it. “Since we pioneered that therapy, we were able to include Mr. Johnson early, and it made a major difference in his health and overall being,” says Ho from his offices at the Aaron Diamond AIDS Research Center in New York. “In the beginning there were many pills he had to take several times a day. That’s changed a great deal now, so he doesn’t take but a few, and with fewer side effects.” Johnson’s drug regimen includes the pharmaceuticals Trizivir and Kaletra.
Ho says most of his conversations with Johnson these days are to make sure his patient is taking his medicine at the same time each day—a must for anyone with HIV. “That’s the challenge for Mr. Johnson because he is such a busy man all the time,” says Ho. “We work a lot on making that easier for him, but he understands how key the medicine is to his well-being. He’s the poster child of success for living with HIV, because he understands what it takes to fight this virus, and he does it.”
It troubles Johnson that 30 years into this epidemic, the battle against HIV is nowhere near ending. AIDS has claimed some 25 million lives worldwide, and more than 33 million people are living with HIV. In the United States, the incidence of HIV and AIDS cases in the African-American community has increased in recent years. Women account for about 25 percent of new HIV/AIDS cases in the U.S.; of those, two out of three are African-American women. In 2006, the rate of HIV infections for black women was 15 times as high as that for white women and four times as high as for Latina women. The majority of infected women reported contracting the virus through unprotected sex.
“Those numbers really break my heart,” says Johnson. “Because there is no reason for it.”
He points out that “the gay community has done such a great job of getting their message across, and it’s worked, But there is still such a stigma with the virus in our community, and that prevents any progress, because we won’t talk about it with our kids or our families. What can change without talking? That’s what I’m fighting to change with the foundation.”
By contrast, Magic recalls how his family, most of whom still live in Michigan, handled the news of his illness 20 years ago. “My mom hung up the phone with me and got on a plane to come out here, my dad got on a plane, my brothers and sisters got on a plane to come be with me. My aunts, my cousins—they all were getting on a plane. That’s love, that’s support, and that makes a world of difference in how well you fight the virus. I know that’s a large part of why I’m still here today.”
For a man who doesn’t spend a lot of time on reflection, Johnson seems a bit overwhelmed as he considers the enormity of what he’s accomplished: he has shown the world what it means to live—fully—with HIV. “My son Andre, his wife and baby girl were over to the house on Easter,” he says, his smile now widening as he recalls the day. “It was such a special moment, to be able to hold and play with my granddaughter and see my son actually become this great husband and father. Man, you don’t know—I had to stop myself from tearing up, because who knew? Who really knew?”