JUNE 2020: We have multiple pandemics: The 2020 Depression, Covid-19 and the murder of George Floyd, an unarmed man, on live TV.
Then I find out my cousin has died. Dr. Charles Bland, a film scholar historian and genealogist, was almost 80 and he and I had been working on a history project for the better part of seven years. I have mentioned him many times on this blog. For over a year Charles was suffering with Myasthenia Gravis. The day before he died (on April 25), I texted and said I wanted to kidnap him and bring him here to western MA and break him out of that New York nursing home. (There were Covid-19 cases but he never caught the virus.) He texted back, calling me Bonnie and my husband Clyde.
Sadly our rescue didn’t succeed.
I am raw. I can’t breathe.
Everything we are seeing globally is seeding a new future. What kind of future? My husband is African-American and he is dealing with the murder of George Floyd in ways I am not. The violence, injustice, racism, what has been happening with the protests, has filled my husband’s reality his entire life. He can’t breathe.
The scene in Minneapolis, where I lived for years, is beyond words. I lived on James Avenue South near Lake Calhoun, or Bde Maka Ska, off West Lake St. I don’t think I’d recognize it anymore.
Mourning takes time. Protests take time. Changing the world takes time.