Blaming Others
Poetry
The blame is for the outsider.
It is always the other. It is never us.
It was first the foreign national,
Then the one from other province or state,
Soon after, from a neighboring city,
It was never about us.
As I read in the local news about the city of Albuquerque, in which I reside, about now “restricting out-of-state visitors from being on city property or using city facilities” (KRQE.com) such as the botanical garden, I wonder why we seem to prefer to blame others but ourselves.
There is much yet to know about Coronavirus. Are our modern settlements in which population concentrates in high-density settings the most conductive towards health? Has been, the United States population, disproportionally affected due to higher incidence of type 2 diabetes and heart disease among its citizenry? Is this virus deadlier on those whose health was previously compromised?
If yes, what does this say about us?
Not the individual, but the society we build together, in which your zip code may determine the years you live.
So, is it about others, or us, or the intersection among both, but we look only at one side of the coin?
Many questions remain. But even as we continue to attempt to halt, or at least slow the spread of this disease, it was brought to my attention…
