Essay

Not One Year

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Do you keep hearing the phrase, “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year?”

I cannot stand it myself. Hearing it over and over all I think about is the fact that it has been more than a year. That the media, celebrating “anniversaries” as usual, is distorting our idea of what has transpired and taken away our memory of reality.

That people were dying December of 2019. That people here were sick and dying in droves in January and February of 2020 and the government was doing nothing about it. And most of the time throughout March they did nothing.

Except talk about drinking bleach.

That people have been yelling and screaming in each other’s faces about wearing masks since January. That now some people are lying to get shots early. That some are stealing.

No, it has been more than a year. And guess what? The attitude of doing nothing or going to excess about it hasn’t changed. The Republicans and some Democrats are still not willing to do what is necessary. Most people are still not willing to follow through, taking off their masks, sending their kids back to school, going to the movies, to bars, to parties. They just want it to be over because they “cannot believe it has been a whole year.”

Just remember: It hasn’t been a year for the dead, the dying, the sick and the permanently scarred. It hasn’t been a year for the front-line workers in hospitals around the world.

It has been an eternity.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here. “Women zai shuo ba” as the Mandarin say. Born 2016.

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