America The Frightful

Hello Everybody. I have something more to say about that #%$!! coronavirus.

      I just learned one of my close relatives tested positive and is in the throes of fighting this “thing,” this microorganism that is trying to steal her breath.  What does Trump call it, “the invisible enemy,” yes.  It has changed America the Beautiful, into America the Frightful.  The virus is on a death march from sea to shining sea, sickening and killing our people regardless of age, gender or ethnicity. But, one caveat: as if marginalized people didn’t have problems enough, “The Rona” as they call it in urban communities, is hitting blacks and Latinos the hardest.

      Each day the news on the increasing number of infections and the exploding number of deaths is heart breaking.  And I, who called myself, the wise old woman, realize I’m not wise. I can’t get my head around this transformation of our country. Things happened so fast.

      Wasn’t it just a month or five weeks ago that we were working on the job, going to school, playing sports, eating out at restaurants, going to movies, the gym, and church? Socializing with friends, hugging our loved ones, and flying on airplanes? Our cities weren’t ghost towns.

      That virus reared its ugly head and our lives turned upside down and inside out. And you know what? I think life as we lived it–in just February–may be gone for years. Maybe forever. Change is gonna come.

See you again.