Life in a COVID-19 Hot Spot – Week 14: We Are In This Together – or Not
I read the disheartening news articles at the end of May about the George Floyd protests gone awry. I read about looters standing with crowbars at the ready as peaceful protesters marched down the streets of San Francisco and Oakland . They were waiting for the right moment to turn and smash a window for plunder. I read about rubber bullets and tear gas and arson and professional criminals driving up in vans to strip computer shops and appliance stores of their goods.
But amid the turmoil of the end of May and early June, I took heart from the signs and banners spanning the streets and decking the lawns in my town: “We are in this together”, “We are strong – We will get through this together.” During the COVID-19 lockdown I had used Zoom and Skype to form new bonds with neighbors, exchanging news, congratulations for milestones, produce, and garden info. We are a community, safe together.
The Wednesday evening after the weekend of protests-turned-violent I heard laughter from across the street. The family whose children are normally in camp or in nanny care while their parents are at work were outside in their front yard, parents and children playing volleyball with an invisible net. Work-at-home families are playing together. The hills across the bay stood out sharp and clear, despite the earlier 90 degree heat. My neighbors weren’t driving; no driving means no smog. It seemed that even in hard times, divisive times, there is upside.
That Friday I heard helicopters, then saw a couple circling seemingly right over our back porch. I checked online – there was a protest march going on down our section of El Camino Real, the main street of California, led and followed by police escort. It was peaceful, no violence. We are standing together.
On Saturday, I drove past downtown and noticed that Main Street was closed. Another peaceful march circled downtown, protesters carrying placards, all carefully masked. It was pretty much a white or light-skinned crowd, marching to show solidarity with people whose experiences most of them had probably never shared. The protests seemed like a way to express community, to meet for something positive. My secure little bubble seemed a good place to be. We are in this together.
The next Monday we entered Phase 3 of lifting restrictions. Retail stores were allowed to open, allowing only a few customers in at a time. I drove down El Camino again and saw a line of socially distanced people stretching almost a block up the street. What could it be for? A trendy boutique? A liquor store? An auto supply shop?
They were lined up for The Gun Vault.