This has gone on for far too long.
To end the pandemic, we need to harness the most powerful force this country has,
not guns, not grit, not “Christian love,”: white social judgment.
It is past time for white people, especially white men, to step forward and do what we are best at:
Treating things we don’t like as a grave moral failure and pressuring everyone to conform.
I have already started. I stay home as much as possible, and when I am invited to dinner, to a work party, or to a wedding reception, I decline in the most judgmental but polite way possible. I treat unmasked social dining with the same attitude as drunk driving.
Because dining indoors is just like driving under the influence. It’s a risk to me, but it’s a greater risk to everyone else. “I’m sorry. I just do not feel comfortable putting some poor waitress in danger so that I can have a night out.”
We absolutely need to stop framing this as an issue of individual risk. That conception makes it sound like something that can be overcome by bravery.
It is not brave to go to the supermarket without a mask. It is reckless. It is putting everyone at risk and spreading a deadly disease.
I had previously been saying “I don’t feel safe …” and while that is true, it reinforces the idea that the biggest concern should be the risk to ourselves.
This is a societal – a global pandemic. My personal safety is not enough. We need to keep everyone safe.
This social pressure needs also to be extended to mask wearing. My parents are uncomfortable wearing masks because they feel generational social pressure not to. We need to reverse that. And fast.
When I have to go into a store and I see someone without a mask, even though I hate talking to strangers, I talk to them. Hostility will not work, they
get defensive, and you never know who will become violent.
I have found, for me, the best approach is petty. “Hey, man, I’m really sorry. Times are tough for all of us. I have an extra mask if you can’t afford one. Here. Take two. God bless you. Merry Christmas. Stay safe.” This is why I carry a box of surgical masks.
That last part is key in my part of the country. It stops them from arguing with me. They rarely actually put the mask on, but they often stammer out a thank you and are visibly embarrassed.
We need to make going without a mask the same kind of social contract breach that white people feel pressured by and love to enforce. We already confront men for parking in the “expecting mother” spots and shout at people who cut in line. We can apply social pressure to masks.
Together we can get through this. Together we can make everyone safer.