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So this whole COVID-19 thing has been going on for a while, and now we are all in quarantine, twiddling our thumbs. We are wondering how some of our teachers are going to be able to help us finish the semester online, or if we could graduate like we were supposed to, despite stages, labs, and equipment being cancelled or locked up.
This whole situation has put a lot of stress and uncertainty on students, employees, parents, government, businesses, and basically every global citizen on this planet. As we all strive to figure the best way forward, the stress comes over us, and we need to decide how we are going to handle them.
Some become uber productive, getting organized, getting fit, and working online to get stuff done. Others forgo the endless spiral of social media and binge watching shows and movies. And then there are those who give in, those who let what they cannot begin to comprehend compromise their judgement and behaviour, those who allow the disaster to bring out the worst in them, or even allow them to show a true despicable nature from within.
They think their words are a joke, they think it’s satirical, they think their words don’t hit you… but they do. Their words target my race, they target what made me, they target me.
They speak from a place of ignorance, they speak from a privilege, they speak from a place of inconvenience. But do they ever speak from experience, do they speak from understanding, do they speak from empathy?
I find it hard to believe that hatred and ignorance can still come from somewhere so open and multicultural, yet it happens. I don’t want to believe that this is the world that some people live in. It brings me down to experience this, and the lack of understanding that follows hurts even more.
My pain is expressed, my pain is projected, my pain is everywhere. And yet, there is nothing.
Originally Published on www.bandersnatch.ca Vol.49 Issue 12 on April 1st, 2020