I had
a guest for happy hour tonight, a longtime friend of my oldest son. I’ve known
him since they were in high school together and, later, tended bar at several
restaurants. Back then, I prayed they would find themselves something out of
food service, and eventually both did. I’m fond of this man, and when I found
out he was in town—actually because left a gift of wine on my porch—I said he
couldn’t be in Fort Worth without coming to see me. We settled on five o’clock
tonight.
But then
he texted, with great honesty, “I am unvaccinated.” I replied we would visit on
the patio, socially distanced and masked. He asked if he could stand on the sidewalk
and not wear a mask, but I said no. He’d have to stand so far away that I
couldn’t hear what he was saying. I am beyond grateful that he cared enough to
put on a mask to see me (he apparently never wears one). When he arrived, he
reached out and said, “Can I hug you?” and I said, “No. No hugs.” So we sat and
visited for almost two hours.
I had
jokingly warned him that he would get my mask lecture, and at first, he said he’d
submit. But then in a late message, he said, “I’m not looking forward to that
lecture.” We visited for maybe twenty minutes until the subject came up, and I
asked why he wasn’t vaccinated. He laughed and said, “Boy, you wait twenty
minutes, and then boom! You’re right on it.”
Essentially
his opinion is that it’s a virus and it’s going to be around forever, and it
would do no good for him to vaccinate or mask. The virus he said will continue
to mutate and we’ll never beat it. “Now they’re talking about a third shot. And
then it will be the fourth. When will it end?” He repeated what I consider the now a
shop-worn line, “We all have to make a decision that’s best for us.” My plea
that we vaccinate and mask for others, fell on deaf ears. So did my reminder
that the virus mutates in victims, so the more unvaccinated people who get
sick, the more opportunities for mutation.
He’s
not a Trumper, although he is by no means the liberal that I am. But the
vaccination issue for him wasn’t even political. It was just kind of a “it is
what it is.” He’s angry about covid because his two sons lost a year and a half
of schooling, and he believes that everything that comes along, from evictions
to staffing shortage to what-have-you, gets blamed on covid, as though it’s an
easy peg to hang all your troubles on. And he thinks the government is too much in our live--in Texas I would agree with him.
I
admit I wimped out. I was prepared to go into full campaign mode, convince him,
so that by the time he left he’d be headed for the nearest clinic to get
vaccinated. It didn’t happen. No way. We had pleasant discussions about a lot
of things, some reminiscences, nice talk. We agree about abortion (though he is
a good Catholic), and we agree (I think) about Governor Abbott, Daniel Patrick,
transgender students, and a lot of other hot-button issues. When we disagreed, it
was amicable. The one topic I didn’t bring up was the border wall. He was born
in Columbia and in his home, they still speak Spanish, so the Border Patrol was
in many ways a logical career choice for him. I didn’t ask about it,
didn’t ask what he thinks of the wall, though I wanted to.
I
decided friendship and amicable relationships were more important, and in this instance,
it was a good decision. But I see it as an omen for the future as we head into
a second surge of covid. Are we going to choose our friends—and moderate our
discussions—based on what others believe, especially when it goes counter to
science or, in some cases, what I consider morality? It’s a hard call. If he
had defended Abbott, would I have jumped into the fray? I have distanced
myself from the very few friends who were/are ardent trump supporters. But is
this dilemma, like his prediction for the virus, always going to be with us? I
want peace and friendships, but on the other hand, I feel so desperate to have
people follow the science and protect themselves to protect the rest of us. It’s
a dilemma.
Your
thoughts?
