Like the stages of grief, denial leads to anger. For two months, our government denied what was happening before our eyes. We watched the infections bloom across the map. We knew the virus was coming to America, yet the White House did not do a thing. They shook each other’s hands at press conferences and encouraged us to do the same. Keep shopping, they said. Keep working. At least two senators dumped their stocks just before the pandemic began.
Now we stay home and watch the death toll climb while doctors beg for medical supplies. We listen to health experts on television deliver surreal advice like, “Always do your best to wipe everything down.” We watch wealthy senators give cash injections to corporations even though it’s clear who is truly essential to society: the doctors and nurses, the truck drivers and grocers, the cooks and delivery workers.
Once this is over, and we’re allowed to gather outside again, I hope we take to the streets for all kinds of reasons.
The Field – No. No…
From Cupid’s Head | Kompakt, 2013 | Bandcamp
An off-kilter slab of elegant aggression.
