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My mask is in my boyfriend’s hand I am six feet away from any other human being
In 1934 my father lived a few blocks from where I am standing
He lived through the Great Depression
He could go outside without a mask but all around him men and women were starving
There are starving people sitting on my apartment stoop
They have no masks or food
I have food and I have masks and a warm bed to sleep in at night
But I remember nights when I held my stomach wondering where my next meal would come from
Because I couldn’t get a job or unemployment
I’m on unemployment now just like the other 30,000,000 plus Americans
I’ve never been a white collar worker I can’t work from home
I refused to learn how to type until I was 26 years old
My father sat at a desk when he worked for the Special Skills Division of the Resettlement Administration
He kept a pint in the drawer
I won’t drink my way through this pandemic
The way he drank through his life
