When I stopped publishing this blog on a daily basis, I didn’t think there would be such a long gap between then and the next time I put something up. But I haven’t known how to begin to address what is going on in this country now. I still don’t.
by Ruth Neuwald Falcon, Seattle, Washington
“I feel like I’m in survival mode,” one friend said. “There is no bottom,” said another. “I’ve never felt like this in my life about people running the country,” said a third. “It’s like I don’t recognize myself and I don’t recognize my country.” Another one talked about how painfully disappointing it is to have it demonstrated every day, over and over again, how many people don’t care about others. “They don’t give a damn about anyone except themselves,” she said. “How did we get here?”
It’s no wonder the EU is not allowing Americans to enter. Apart from the fact that we are the Typhoid Marys of the world, why on earth would anyone want to have ignorant, selfish people as guests? They wouldn’t. I know we’re not all like that, but it is so dispiriting to see how many of us are. The Ugly American has never been more demonstrably present. Yes, the trouble starts at the top, but there is rot on the bottom too. And in the middle.
So, where do we go from here? Literally, many of us are going nowhere. We are still staying home, doing our best to keep ourselves and others safe. But it is getting harder to know how to write about what this experience is like. We’ve covered a lot of ground in the past three-plus months and there is just so much one can say about staying home and being isolated. Or is there? There must be more for us to uncover in ourselves and in this experience. I certainly hope so.