Cultural Fear Mongering- Coronavirus

Muslims were feared and avoided, even physically harmed for no reason other than cultural fear after 9/11. AIDs/gay men, black persons- even further back, women being accused of sorcery.

And here we are, yet another world event that affects a demographic. In this case, asians; broadly.

And this happened...

Suddenly, I'm hyper aware of how populated Kingston Ontario is with Asians.

No!!!

Not because I'm racist or afraid of them. Far from it.

To be honest, I'd rather sit beside an Asian on the bus and this is why:

• they live here just like me and have not been exposed any more than I've had the chance to be
• Murphy's law.... Murphy hates me and knowing such I also know that I'm more likely to get sick from a sweet little old lady.
• they're more cautious. - who's wearing those masks?

My awareness isn't fear of anyone, it's an effect of media consumption.

And then...

I broke. My resistance to the fear mongering shattered like promises from a lover.

I took $40 and bought toilet paper, rice, broccoli, sugar and wine. I really only needed sugar (for coffee). My hands are dry as I've poured antibac on me that was sitting on the public library counter- 4 times. I tried to buy antibac- tried- fruitless.

at least there was still toilet paper left for me

Then my Daughter and I made our way to the bus. I made her unnecessarily wear my winter gloves that were in my bag so as to not come into contact with bus germs.

While waiting...

it felt like everything was a threat; walls, benches, doors, people and even the birds that we've grown to know that love at the bus terminal.

But...

This behavior didn't feel like anxiety. At least, not the generalized anxiety that I know so well. I didn't feel like hiding in a hoodie, I didn't fear eye contact and conversation didn't seem like a warish ambush. I don't know how to explain that feeling and behavior.

There was where I noticed it-

the culturism. Even from me. Again, for me it wasn't as much of an ignorant resistance, simply a reaction to external information.

I'm proud to say that I've never been on the darker side of hyper cultural awareness- it's too bad that we are going to see those who are...

.... again.

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