Politically Homeless - The Covid Talk Is Exhausting
Real people, real letters, real problems, no solutions.
Politics these days have become so divided and divisive that it’s become the norm to view the other side of the aisle as “the enemy”. People are being told to “pick a side” and that there’s no room for middle ground. We here at Phetasy believe that there are a lot more people in the middle than politicians and the media would have us believe.
We’re collecting stories from the ever growing number of people who are finding themselves Politically Homeless and posting them here on Substack. If you have moved from conservative to liberal, or liberal to conservative, if you feel you’ve stayed in the same place and your party has swerved drastically away from you, if you had a moment that awakened you to the insanity and hypocrisy on both sides, if you keep your mouth shut anytime a political topic comes up because you’re afraid your opinion will cause you to lose friends or your job, you’re not as alone as you might think.
Our goal is to shine a light on people’s earnest, individual experiences and show them they’re not alone.
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Letter 34:
2/23/23
I remember being told to go home from work as it was announced in early March 2020 of a shut-down due to the Coronavirus. My wife, a schoolteacher, who teaches at the same elementary school my kids go to was also told to go home.
She was thrust into a remote learning environment teaching her kids off Zoom, Microsoft teams, etc, while we had our own kids who were in Pre-K & 2nd Grade learning remotely as well.
Obviously the first few months were scary and I ended up being furloughed for a few months which was a blessing in disguise. I was able to help with the kids' school and around the house more. However I was doomed to go stir crazy.
My wife had always been left of center politically and I was more or less independent. We were and still are big believers in community schools in that the public school you attend should consist of most of the kids from the neighborhood. It was always our belief that this is the best way to build communities. You work and live with neighbors who aren't politically aligned with you but you share a common purpose.
However the pandemic turned this belief on its head and for the time period we were siloed from each other-that accelerated this notion that if we weren't adhering to every single rule put out by the local and national public health officials you became ostracized or looked at differently. We picked up on this vibe quickly at our neighborhood pool. If you questioned the virus in any way you must be a right wing Trumper. And if you adhered to everything you were a believer in science. At the same time the country was experiencing the flare ups of rioting with both Left wing and Right wing activist groups. Overnight neighbors had a BLM sign in their yard right beside a "I Believe In Science" sign. The Trumpers had their flags. We didn't see as many of those in our neighborhood but you couldn't miss them. To confuse everyone in the neighborhood I was tempted to put a BLM and QAnon sign in my front yard just for kicks.
Going into the 2021 school year the kids started the year learning remotely and didn't go back until a few months in. Other Metro Counties were already back in-person. In Georgia, the governor left it to the school boards to decide. You can guess which school boards were liberal vs. conservative by which schools stuck it out with remote learning. Masks were mandated and it continued to be a shit-show. By this time my son was in kindergarten and towards the end of the year he vomited in his mask. He was scared to take his mask off because of these rules and once the teacher found out she still wouldn't take the mask off. She instructed him to walk to the nurse's office. He ended up in his Mother's classroom crying with puke smeared over half his face & head.
It became abundantly clear that my daughter was struggling in school. The remote learning was a joke and put her behind. She is the youngest of her class by a full year with her birthday a day before the cut-off. Learning Loss is legit and is not addressed nearly as it should be by legacy media.
Neither my wife and I voted for Trump. We have family that did but other family and friends that did not. We grew sick and tired of both sides but honestly became more honest and unapologetic with people on our own views. The news that we watched was no longer viable because it became clear that cable news was following specific narratives. We found independent news sources and it was a big wake up call for us.
So here we are. We have a lot to be thankful for. I am thankful for the neighborhood I live in. It has some great people in it and we have made good friends and can respectfully disagree. Just drop the Covid talk, it's exhausting, and there are so many other issues that are way more pressing!
All the best,
Politically Homeless
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I like the letter but not talking about what happened feels like paving the way for it to happen again. We can’t let ourselves forget what they did and how they feel absolutely no remorse over it.
My heart broke when the Kindergartener threw up in her mask. That is absolutely horrible to be too afraid to take it off, even if you are going to be sick. As much as we all suffered, the kids suffered the most. My son became suicidal at 13 during the pandemic. I was trying to help him but was suicidal myself. I was so angry. I am still angry. I joke and say I have COVID PTSD, but I really think it is possible that many of us have physical and emotional reactions just hearing the word COVID.
I work in HR in an energy company and got thrust into the COVID work, taking calls and quarantining people. It was like being on emergency storm duty for years. I got yelled at for keeping people out of work and yelled at for making them go back to work.
At one point, we were told we had to mandate vaccines or fire people, and I almost came undone. I could hardly handle all of the questions, concerns, and fear. None of it was logical and it was so hard to enforce COVID protocols. I knew it was horse shit but didn’t know what to do. We had people working in 120+ degree heat, for example, and we had to tell people to keep their mask on, knowing that was more dangerous than getting COVID. I hated myself. I hated the government, media, science, people with a mask on in their car or riding their bikes. I had so much anger. I hated everything.
In confiding with my best friend, she ghosted me. She was a very anxious type, so I would try to ease her mind. I guess that translated as me being a risk. I really don’t know what happened. We still don’t talk. My heart is still broken.
I remember one day, I started just telling people I finally saw again that I am ok with hugs if they need one, because I sure needed them. I remember being scared to say that.
This is what mass psychosis looks like on a global scale. The truth is, we are still under a mass psychosis.
When I took a step back, I realized that no one got through COVID without scars. Even those people riding their bikes with a mask on were suffering, even if it was for the opposite reason I was suffering. And perhaps, that was the most heartbreaking thought of all of them.