A rising concern, is something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue…it is a marriage of sorts, human beings, and nature…and we act as if it is either a “shotgun wedding,” or a union that seemed forever in finally joining two as one. The end of the world has been a tale as OLD of time, our demise has been predicted, preached, proffered by self-anointed prophets. This time we have a Coronavirus, a NEW fiend, full of fear and now sold to us not as a concern to deal with, but folly, and fodder by mostly men who relish knowing nothing, and hoping to make it go away by telling us even less. History is an old friend always coming for a visit, sometimes our front door is wide open, and history enters, we may not even pay history much attention, but this friend likes us anyway, and leaves behind lessons, in the form of re-enactments of the past. If we are wise, we pick up the litter left behind when history exits, and BORROW, its mess, of if we are so full of ourselves, we trip overall and everything, history drops, exiting our homes. And suddenly we are nervous, we become enemies, of one another, pretending that what we recognized once, has suddenly morphed into a mystery or worse and alien form of the other, we wear some BLUE, that moody emotion of ignorance, and self-pity.
Look at ourselves, America, Human beings are smart enough to fly satellites to the moons of Saturn and dumb as shit to run around with masks on our faces, as if the air we are breathing has suddenly been poisoned, and we just woke up to the fact, that as a species we fear one another! Plagues have haunted us since our eternity had erupted. Not just doomsday disease from microbes, and bacteria, but our own intention on needing scapegoats, victims, and the identification of the OTHER, to help ourselves feel more comfy with our own insecurities. Suddenly we think, The Walking Dead has arrived, calling it the CORONAVIRUS…
Have any of us noticed our streets of homeless, lying in their own urine-soaked bodies, tents made from whatever trash and damp cardboard boxes, already rotted and rutted? Have we forgotten, that old Wal-Mart Wearhouse’s are now Concentration Camps minus the ever-motivating word of Arbeit Mact Frei? Have we forgotten the washed-up bodies of refugee children bloated and battered or the fear on the faces of kids whose last memory was watching their homes explode from bombs falling from the sky? And last but never least, because the only amendment in the US Constitution that seems to matter, can we unsee, the dead, lifeless bodies of babies, school-age children, regular average, just go about your lives Americans, shot in cold blood, because guns and crazy people, and gun, and paid politicians, kill! “The sky is falling, the sky is falling,” said Chicken Little. Nothing new here, and we as Human Beings are reacting as usual as if this time things are different. Do we ever get tired of reacting?
