I’m having trouble writing. The enormity of what has happened already—the suffering, the number of deaths, the needlessness of so much of it—and what is still looming ahead—more suffering, more deaths, more isolation, the prediction in today’s testimony from Dr. Rick Bright that America is facing its “darkest winter in modern history”—how to write in the face of all that has been and all that is to come?
by Ruth Neuwald Falcon, Seattle, Washington
The headlines are unbearable:
With Millions Out of Work, the Trump Administration Pushes to Limit Food Stamps. That one is from Time.
From NPR: Heavily Armed Protestors Gather Again at Michigan Capitol to Decry Stay-At-Home Order.
In The Independent: Vice Chair of Donald Trump’s voter fraud commission has been successfully sued four times for voter suppression
Then there’s the environment. In The New York Times: E.P.A. Opts Against Limits on Water Contaminant Tied to Fetal Damage
How about this one, from Yahoo! Finance: US death toll would have been halved had it acted 4 days sooner, study says
And then, from Ezra Klein in Vox, there’s: We don’t have a president, or a plan.
All my life, when confronting particularly egregious behaviors, when faced with the horrible blatancy of an unspeakable act, I have become mute, almost dizzy with the tsunami of feeling that drowns coherent thought. I might rage and cry, but words fail me. They feel so inadequate. There should be, the part of my mind that is still able to think says, no need to explain this. It is so obvious. Not being able to summon words is a particularly painful place for a writer to be.
I try to show up here, on the blog, at least every couple of weeks. It seems right to add my voice to those who are open and generous enough to share their hearts and minds and words with all of us. So, here I am. When I started this blog, one woman wrote to say she thought it was a fine idea but “even the word Corona is troubling.” She suggested calling it a Virtual Hug Group. For me, the avoidance of speaking difficult words—when I can find them—is more troubling and the idea of a “virtual hug group” initially made me laugh.
But the fact is, I do feel virtually hugged by all of you who are on this journey with me. I’m not going to change the name, but it feels important to acknowledge that. There’s nothing to do but put one foot in front of the other. I’m grateful to be doing it with whoever is reading these words.