Topics: Civics, Civil Rights, Climate Change, COVID-19, Democracy, Existentialism, Human Rights
Thank you, Reginald!
You’re all signed up for “(1st Dose) COVID – 19 Vaccine Clinic.”
03/11/2021 (Thu.) 1:45pm – 2:00pm EST
Location: NC A&T Alumni Foundation Building (200 N. Benbow Rd.)
My Comment: Older graduate student, 58 years.
Thank you for registering to receive dose 1 of the COVID-19 vaccine. Please note the following:
The instructions noted the address (I knew), where to park in proximity to the NC A&T Alumni Foundation building, instructions to enter the building from N. Benbow Road, and to bring a valid student ID. The same building I’ve celebrated the Greensboro Four every first of February, kicking off African American/Black History Month at the nation’s largest HBCU.
My wife received her first dose of the Pfizer vaccine last Saturday at the Greensboro Coliseum. It’s the ten-year anniversary of the Fukushima Daichi accident. I received my first dose of the Moderna vaccine on also ironically, the first anniversary the World Health Organization declared SARS-CoV-2, the Novel Coronavirus, a worldwide pandemic.
Every STEM major student at a primary or historically black college suddenly was thrust into a world of “I Am Legend” protocols against an invisible zombie apocalypse. Navigating research to attain a Master’s, or Ph.D. is challenging enough: add to it KN95 masks, 3.66 meters of social distance (12 feet, for the British unit crowd), washing hands, hand sanitizers every 10 meters, and protocol-driven digital, and analog sign-in/sign-out for contact tracing. There’s also been isolation, the lack of banter with classmates, no lunches between experiments, or card games. Science is from our hunter-gatherer ancestors: it’s a social exercise. Our worlds have been reduced to the dimensions of our laptop monitors, the visual cues common to hominids in conversation reduced to two-dimensional “Zoom fatigue.”
To cope with the angst of “sameness,” I retreated, or returned more apt and accurately, to spoken word poetry: STEM extended by one vowel is STEAM, the “A” for art, and Einstein played the violin. On Sundays, I perform for a venue in Austin, Texas that’s called “Spoken and Heard,” started by a friend going by the stage name “Element 615” (don’t bother looking it up: it doesn’t exist), managed by some poetry friends, and streamed on Facebook and YouTube via Skype. Our poetry tends to center on the topics of the recent week’s news.
“Mask Mandates and Starships” was my reaction to the day before, the state of Texas lifted their statewide mask mandate. The news for Greg Abbott’s re-election looked grim after botched handling of a once-in-a-hundred-years climate change event (that seems to be occurring annually). If Abbott didn’t learn anything from the last administration when you can’t solve a problem: bluff, blame, and deflect to something else. Gaslighting 101. It solves nothing but shows his disdain for the citizens of Texas: he really thinks they’re stupid. No one rows a boat, or pilots a light sail in multiple directions. It gets you nowhere fast.
The thesis of the piece is, it will take extreme and global cooperation to build ONE vehicle capable of interstellar travel, let alone a fleet of them. The same cooperation we’re going to need to get out of this pandemic. Though there is much writing of papers on the Alcubierre Drive, a breakthrough to superluminal speeds taking us to other worlds is highly unlikely. We’re born, will live, and die on this one. Hopefully, so will our progeny. We still have radiation poisoning, the current, and future pandemics, climate disasters that are occurring with the frequency of subway lines in New York, or Philly. Continuation of any civilization isn’t guaranteed, and discontinuations have many precedents in history.
Zoonotic diseases aren’t new, and they tend to strike every one hundred years. The Great Dying was due to the introduction of things like measles, smallpox, influenza, typhus, and tuberculosis to Native American populations by the invasion of Spain and Portugal to the Americas. It is naïve, and ignorant to name any pathogen after its point of origin; racist and xenophobic to center it on one culture. It is also placing whole populations not responsible for the spread in danger of physical violence, which solves nothing. The first piece of legislation on immigration was the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882, meant to curb the rise in their population for ten years, signed into law by President Chester A. Arthur on May 6, 1882. This is in America’s DNA. Tribalism and any other narcissistic “ism” will not save us.
Asian Americans scapegoated. Black Lives (obviously don’t) Matter. The LGBT are human beings, not scarecrows hung like Matthew Shepard. “Women’s Rights ARE Human rights.” Unless the pathogen was dropped on us from Alpha Centauri, it, and we all live here.
We either live together or die miserably, and sadly into extinction.
What if this pandemic, / Is Gia’s test / Before we leave the nest? / “In space, no one can hear [you]r screams,” / No matter replicators or Uber Eats, / No 911 to call for assistance, / No tribes to define oneself with, / No conservatives, liberals, republicans, or democrats, / The only question is, “no rescue is coming; can WE fix it?” / No poetic Latin words E Pluribus Unum, / The only governing philosophy boiled down to three letters: GSD, equaling “get shit done!” / More “final frontier” than we’ve ever been,.. from “Mask Mandates and Starships.”
We conclusively know now we cannot gaslight a pandemic. 543,690 deaths, and counting. If we can’t do the simple things, are we mature enough to become a space-faring species?
What if? Are we?
We all know the truth: more connects us than separates us. But in times of crisis, the wise build bridges, while the foolish build barriers. We must find a way to look after one another as if we were one single tribe. Chadwick Boseman, as King T’Challa in the movie, “Black Panther” (Rest In Power), from Internet Movie Database.