With the new vaccine on the horizon, I wanted to look back on 2020.
Not with fondness, oh no. Perish the thought. Even today there is still a ripple effect of 2020 and of course, there would be. Nothing as devastating as the pandemic would go away quietly.
Even conspiracy theories on the vaccine were bound to take shape. This was inevitable. It’s happened before where panic and terror spread like a disease, and it will happen again.
But I actually don’t want to talk about the fear and confusion of last year. I want to talk about the hope that spread, but dit not reach our ears like the panic did.
There was true kindness in communities. Neighbours helping each other. Landlords providing rent-free living space for people to be safe when they were suddenly, heartbreakingly, out of a job. Food parcels and masks being freely given to those in need, and creating the opportunity to talk when it felt like the world was ending.
It’s these stories of genuine humanity that I cling to when the world seems to push the idea that there’s a virus of hate leaking into our existence.
I’m not saying that there isn’t, I’m not even saying that things shouldn’t change – because obviously they need to, if we’re going to be able to live in a free world with equality for all.
What I am saying is: If you look around you, perhaps there is more hope to see than we all thought.
- Fraser is a freelance writer living in Kuruman.