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A Note From Exile

I cannot go home.

Rather I cannot go where my family lives - that place ceased to be home some time ago.

I was a soldier during the Cold War and my neighbors there have become more like East German loyalists than American citizens.

They surrender their rights without question

They are eager to call out community members on social media for ‘social distancing violations’.

They use shame and ridicule to control others

They applaud the police for keeping children from playing in gigantic public parks

They trust politicians who ignore public defecation and drug use to look out for ’the public good'

They allow themselves to be labeled ‘essential’ and ’non-essential’

They carry ’traveling papers’ in the event that they are stopped by the police

They propagate the most inflammatory statistics without ever validating their veracity.

Because…

They heard it on CNN.

 

So I will remain 1098 miles away

Zooming

Skyping

Facetiming

Until the contagion subsides

 

And then I’ll return

To a completely different world.

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Dec 24, 2021
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