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A history professor in our town has a tradition of making elaborate, thought-provoking Halloween displays. This year, he -- and his friends and family, media reports share -- tackled both #BLM and COVID-19, as well as the death of RBG. My family and I went for a walk over the weekend to check it out. It's impossible to capture the full display in a single photo, but I've tried to snap a few. Media reports -- local and national -- capture a bit more. For example: A Connecticut man's Halloween display features real-life horrors: The coronavirus and Black lives lost https://www.cnn.com/2020/10/01/us/connecticut-man-halloween-covid-blm-trnd/index.html West Hartford family's annual Halloween display tackles BLM, COVID-19 https://www.wfsb.com/news/west-hartford-familys-annual-halloween-display-tackles-blm-covid-19/article_b22f79a0-0724-11eb-97fd-5f5558807e19.html This panel shows Black people killed by police. It's part of a series of four panels that starts with excerpts from announcements of runaway slaves that appeared in local Connecticut newspapers in the 1770s and 1780s, followed by a second panel showing quotations from Frederick Douglass, WEB Dubois, and MLK, then this panel showing people murdered by police. A horrible continuity.
October 8, 2020
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Corona has severely exacerbated the deficits/struggled in my life. I’m a single mom who had little help before; now there’s no help. My kid was having some behavioral struggles; now those are full blown daily disasters. Work was tough working with the homeless as a social worker; now it feels impossible and I can’t ever leave work in time. I felt like I was just barely treading water; now I’ve been drowning. Every day. Over and over again. I felt isolated and struggling to find community; now I am completely isolated, on our own island with just the 2 of us. I struggled w confidence about being enough for my kid and knowing what he needs; now I feel hopeless and helpless about those same things. I worried about the political splits in our country; now those seem concretized, as even a pandemic can’t get us to treat each other as human. I used to rarely cry; now I am constantly on the verge of tears. I used to feel alone, worrying about me being the only one to put me and my family first; now I know that’s the case. I am so much better off that most people and was ok with just grimly hanging on, getting through every day, and now every day feels like forever.
February 9, 2021