My brother died one month ago today. No funeral – they were illegal. Covid. It was SCIENCE!
Then the Covid rules changed: we could have a 10-people funeral. That wasn’t enough for both our side and the widow’s side of the family to attend. No funeral. SCIENCE!
Then the Covid rules changed again: we could have a funeral, 25% capacity, social distancing, masks for all. SCIENCE!
We’re burying my brother tomorrow. Afterwards, we’ve rented a picnic shelter in the park to eat box lunch, watch a tribute video and share memories. Well, some of us are. The picnic shelter is open on three sides but has roof and one wall so it’s considered a “structure.” There’s a 10-person limit in the picnic shelter. The rest of us must stand outside and take turns rotating through, with masks, and social distancing. Because Covid, you know. It’s SCIENCE!
I can’t help noticing the crowd at the George Floyd memorial. Capacity, social distance, masks – whatever happened to all that Science?
Maybe it’s like rock, paper, scissors: Fire burns Science; Fire wins. Instead of following the rules like a good little boy, I should have burned down a Black neighborhood.
I’ll keep that in mind.
Well, torching any low-income or immigrant neighborhood will actually do…