I won’t label my COVID19 posts anymore, because it’s been years of COVID19 and it may never end. Seriously. That’s how we all feel.
I am losing my mind. We are into the third year of COVID19. Omicron is hugely contagious and rampant. Doctors are now talking about FOUR vaccines. My friends are unhinged.
And it is winter, we have had tons of snow. I used to have indoor parking. I can’t cope.
What shall we add on top? The trucker’s convoy occupying the heart of my city, and our government and police are letting us down.
There is a contingent of open proud RACISTS in the group. Racists with swastikas and racist signs. Canadian racists used to wear sheets and do evil under the cloak of darkness. These people are doing it openly. And they aren’t being stopped or challenged by police. It’s A Okay to be a racist in my town.
I had to go through the occupied area a few days ago to check on a friend’s condo, in the building where I used to live last year. This neighbourhood used to be home. The neighbourhood where people are being told not to go out alone.
The only way to the building was along Laurier Avenue past Kent Street. Kent was a parking lot with trucks lined down the street. There was a very narrow space where one car could pass at a time (even though it is a two-way street). There were protesters milling about, and one, shirtless (middle of winter), with flashing lights on his head and a flag, was dancing wildly (drugs?) in the intersection, and didn’t make way, irrespective of the traffic lights.
There I was an (almost) senior (very) black woman wearing a mask (masks can incite them to harass you too). As there were so few roads open in the downtown core, I looked around for the police officer I assumed would be nearby. They weren’t.
I was on my own.