I don't remember ever being under curfew until this week...
Monday, June 01, 2020
And I'm "old", folks. Old enough to remember times of unrest where cities were being burnt and vandalized in the past. I remember Rodney King, "why can't we all just get along". I was a teenager in the 60's, that would be the 1960's... when riots erupted over the Viet Nam war. I remember watching the television coverage in "far away" Chicago, being heart-broken 50 years ago when Kent State was big news, seeing the Watts riots. It was all so far away, sort of disconnected from our little state. Our little agricultural based, homogeneous (I naively thought at the time), middle of nowhere state.
Yesterday the mayor declared a curfew. Today she repeated the act. So now, beyond being "stay home" directed because I'm over 65... I'm not even supposed to poke my nose out the door until 6 a.m.
Does it bother me? Not from an action point of view, it's kind of what I do anyway. But from a pure "freedom" point of view, somewhat. From a concern for others point of view, yes. I have friends that live a lot closer to the places where the protests are happening. I worry about them. I have friends (and in some cases relatives) who have gone to participate in them. And I worry about them, too. Not just because of the potential of them getting drawn into violent confrontation, but because of the "large crowd" aspect of the transmission of Covid 19.
Praying for communities large and small across our nation. For ways to get through this, without tearing ourselves apart!