My name is Adrian Feliciano. I am 46 years old. And I am scared.
I’m scared for my friends and family and all of our futures, some already economically precarious long before SARS-coronavirus-2, and now with gross social inequalities laid absolutely bare and vulnerability impossible to mask away.
I’m scared that a good percentage of the population around me is willing to proudly red-cap bludgeon their way emotionally through crowds of people even as their utter capitulation to MAGA puts lives in danger. There is no reasoning with them, but unlike a virus, they are presumably sentient so many of us still try to reason with them in vain.
I’m scared of the utter incompetence on display from that Moron and the smug enabling of his sycophants because, while some of them are just cowed by his cult of morons, a good number of them are just as incompetent and self-serving as he is.
I am scared of the future of this country, the “American” ideal that drew my family to immigrate from the Philippines and that was held up to me growing up as the shining example of having the best opportunity to live the best life possible.
SARS-CoV-2 will change the world, and the course of history. You cannot just restart the world’s largest economy within a couple months and expect that everything can, or should, ever go back to the normal that existed before. We are only in the very beginning stages of what will be massive reverberations felt for at least a generation.