I'm trying to pay attention during this time of quarantine.
Life today is like being in a novel plot. One of my friends is reading a book set
in the time of the Black Plague and how bodies were carted off
and piled in the streets. Ding-ding, Bring out your dead! The updated
version is the morgues are full.
Every day, so many people in other countries
deal with war and repressive or oppressive governments, while we in America
just sail along. Now we all have something in common, Covid 19.
I’m trying to imagine
what people’s lives are like in Afghanistan, Syria and Somalia every day of
their lives, not just for a few weeks or months.. I'm learning that just because my/our problems are less doesn’t
mean they aren’t problems, doesn’t mean they should be dismissed or sucked up,
buttercup. But we do need to keep a perspective.
Going through this pandemic together can make us more empathetic. The urge to
wall off our borders to Central America because we have enough of our own to
deal with, should be met by those who face being turned away from full hospitals or
by those who lose loved ones who couldn't be treated due to lack of ventilators or depleted medical supplies. If the requests for aid presented to
our country were dealt with by those who remember that feeling of rejection,
who have compassion, perhaps they can then come up with more long-lasting, humanitarian,
loving solutions.
At the same gallery where the last picture was taken, a photographer, Alexander Filkine, came in with dancers from the local ballet and took photographs. I'll share more of these in the coming days.
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