In the West there was panic when the migrants multiplied on the highways. Men of property were terrified for their property. Men who had never been hungry saw the eyes of the hungry. Men who had never wanted anything very much saw the flare of want in the eyes of the migrants. And the men of the towns and the soft suburban country gathered to defend themselves, and they reassured themselves that they were good and the invaders bad, as a man must do before he fights.
— John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
I am lucky to have a livelihood that can adjust to the pandemic in relative safety. I teach creative writing at a university. For me, working from home is merely an inconvenience, while many of my fellow citizens are unemployed or at risk at work.
The University of Maine has welcomed students back on campus (and seen at least one COVID-19 outbreak). But I won’t be in a classroom this fall. Half of my classes were online before the virus, and it wasn’t hard to convert the others.
Maine isn’t a bad place to be marooned in. We’ve been spared the worst of COVID and we have, so far, avoided the violence around street protests in other parts of the country.
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