quarantine thoughts

After several months at home, it is impossible not to stop to reflect.

Personally, I have weighed the pros and cons of the context, I have questioned my position in the world, before life, before people, before my family and friends, before the university, work, unemployment ... and so on. , I could not stop it

I ask myself the attitudes that we have between individuals, between peers, within families. How we treat others, and whether this varies by gender, socioeconomic position, or ethnicity of people.

 

I am sad by many of the situations that have arisen as a result of the pandemic, where some people, with the intention of ‘identifying’ those responsible, have cruelly pointed out the lower strata as dangers or directly ‘foci’ of contagion. Following this line, I recall an event that occurred in April, where several people went to stone a city in Quilicura, after the press pointed it out as the place of the 'covid-19 outbreak'. The peculiarity of this is that the city was inhabited mostly by Haitians, although not exclusively, and both the press and the neighbors were quick to point out: "they are not aware" "they are a danger to all the neighbors" , among other statements.

What anger and shame to witness situations like this, where rights are violated simply because they feel superior, or worse, because they consider themselves inferior to others. Where the lack of education, or awareness of cultural diversity, serves as a context for situations of violence, discrimination, racism and xenophobia. And even sadder when these situations are not questioned by the authorities or by the media, and instead produce and reproduce anti-immigration discourses.

 

This situation is difficult for all of us, we are all afraid or we are worried about the risks of getting infected, and not being able to resist the process. But in any case, it is very clear that not all of us experience it the same. It is not the same to fulfill quarantine with a ‘stable’ economic situation, at home, with salary; to try to fulfill it in a crowded house, where there is no formal work and therefore no salary is expected at the end of the month, so someone must continue to expose themselves in search of sustenance on a daily basis.

In short, we are definitely not in the same boat. We are in the same ocean, some by boat, some by yacht or cruise ship, some in life jackets, and others simply swimming, struggling to survive.