I’m getting vaccinated on May 5, a milestone that I regard (at least symbolically) as marking the beginning of my slow return to pre-pandemic life. But even when the lockdowns are over, my daily routines will remain permanently altered.
Prior to the pandemic, I spent almost my entire life indoors. I’d wile away the days staring at a computer, sitting in a car, and working out in a gym. I didn’t even like outdoor restaurant patios because I always had anxiety about whether there’d be an inside table available if it suddenly rained. Plus, allergies.
The Toronto Star had a similar piece some years ago. The woke see everything through an outraged racist lens. Swimming, camping you name it and it’s racist. But I have to admit declaring the preservation of nature a racist white concept set a high bar for sheer lunacy.
“Are Toronto ravines still the domain of white people? And if so, what should we do about that?”
“African American people feel safe in cities and less safe in nature,” says Fearn, who is black. “Preserving wild places is a white concept, going back to Rome.”
