Trump holds up his recovery as evidence that the time for fear has passed. But migrant children and others caged in the path of COVID-19 will not be flown to Walter Reed Hospital. In this episode, Kelly Hayes explains why “don’t fear the virus” is genocidal rhetoric.
In recognition of the National Week of Mourning for victims of COVID-19, and the plight of imprisoned people, this episode also features an audio vigil for people who have been lost to the coronavirus. “Let this Radicalize You: A COVID Memorial Mixtape” includes speeches from organizers Aislinn Pulley, Benji Hart, Tanuja Jagernauth, Juliana Pino Alcaraz, Kelly Hayes and Bresha Meadows. The tape was mixed by Ric Wilson with instrumentation from tobi taiwo. The project was organized by the Lifted Voices collective, and the audio is freely available to anyone who would like to use it for a vigil. We invite you to join us in this collective memorial experience.
Note: This a rush transcript and has been lightly edited for clarity. Copy may not be in its final form.
Don’t miss a beat
Get the latest news and thought-provoking analysis from Truthout.
After receiving the best medical care in the world, Donald Trump departed Walter Reed Hospital on Monday, proclaiming that Americans should no longer fear the coronavirus. “Don’t be afraid of Covid. Don’t let it dominate your life,” Trump tweeted before leaving the hospital — a refrain he echoed upon returning to the White House. Doctors and scientists are warning against any false confidence that Trump’s bravado about the disease might inspire. We must heed those warnings, but we cannot simply view Trump’s words as dangerous advice or an affront to science. At any given time, about two million people are trapped in jails, prisons and detention centers in the United States. COVID-19 has run rampant in such facilities and flu season is upon us. Trump’s assertion that we must not “fear the virus” is genocidal, because we know who that approach sacrifices. Trump holds up his recovery, brought on by the best medicine in the world, as evidence that the time for fear has passed. Most of us will not have access to that care if we become ill, but people trapped within the prison-industrial complex, including migrant children, will not have any functional access to healthcare. This has always been the reality of that system.
Living in cramped, cold conditions, without adequate nutrition, without access to clean clothes, access to showers or other daily hygienic needs that most of us take for granted, and packed together too tightly to avoid spreading the illness among themselves, imprisoned people have been largely forgotten amid this crisis.
We heard some snapping and controversy over the weekend about whether it was appropriate to feel or express sympathy for the president. I am a person who favors compassion, but I also believe it can be misdirected. So what I am asking today, is for some help redirecting some of that compassion.
Today is day four of the National Week of Mourning for people we have lost to COVID-19. Around the country, people are honoring the more than 200K people we have lost in the United States. Globally, over a million people have been lost to COVID-19. Trump is desperate to suppress the memories of those we have lost, and to suppress our collective grief, because those stories have the power to destroy him.
One of the actions unfolding around the country is Signs, Shrines, Collages and a Mixtape, an event being organized by my collective, Lifted Voices. We are hanging banners, creating art, sharing music, and organizing collective experiences people can share from afar to feel connected in our grief and healing during this time. Today, we will be blasting a COVID Memorial Mixtape outside a federal prison in Chicago. The tape, which was mixed by artist Ric Wilson, with instrumentation from tobi taiwo, includes speeches from Chicago organizers and abolitionists.
Instead of bringing you an interview or lengthy op-ed today, we will be sharing that mixtape on the podcast, and we ask you to join us in listening and remembering that there are people caged in the path of this terrible disease. They will not be flown to Walter Reed Hospital. They will be left to lie on cold floors when they become ill. They are counting on us to demand their release. They are counting on us not to forget them.
If, after hearing the tape, you feel moved to join this week’s memorials, we’ll have more information on how you can get involved in the show notes of the transcript on our website. You can also find the full text of the speeches featured in the mixtape in the transcript on our website.
To everyone who is grieving right now, please know that the staff of Truthout grieves with you.
Juliana Pino Alcaraz: My name is Juliana Pino Alcaraz. I’m a Colombiana Afroindígena Wayuu and Bari who is here as an abolitionist in the environmental justice movement in Chicago. My words that follow are in response to how state violence is driving deaths and lying to us about what we know we’re facing from COVID, a respiratory illness whose transmission is made severely worse by air pollution, incarceration, and anti-Black racism, meaning hundreds of thousands of community members have already been lost. Community members, we are here to collectively remember.
You/We bled in water: they don’t even try to pretend you are/were alive.
They will tell you a simple story, full of tall tales about your worthlessness, and they will call it the medicine you actually deserve. They will supply you expired food, and say you earned an expiration date. They will poison your person with exposure to the slow violence of pollution and pandemic, and ask you why you can’t breathe? They will fill their reports with myths of Black danger, justified Native genocide, and friendly evictions. They will claim that cops keep us safe, that the companies imploding toxic clouds into the chests of abuelas really had our best interests at heart.
They will dare to call this correct.
We will reach deeply into the empathetic earth, to the place where Black lives matter and Indigenous spirits thrive and Brown people rejoice, where we all receive our fire from this planet and the seed of our food is nourished, and we will tell the truth. We will rage aloud that air quality indoors is five times worse outside than inside the cages in which they trap you, our families, and that this is the air you are breathing. We will tell them that Personal Protective Equipment requires being treated like a person in the first place, with a filter dignifying your face to shield you and your people from the toxic, viral disregard disintegrating your lungs. We will follow the lead of youth to defend their futures and protect the water from all of their deadly pipelines. We will battle back the abusive attempts to disappear your humanity inside of assaults, numbers, murders, and statistics. We will labor to heal with and protect each other in spite of all of this, and,
We will dare to tear these systems apart.
Perceive me now: the walls of this place WILL crumble and the land returned by the foundation-shaking, system-ending strength of our bonds to each other.
Angela Davis once said, “we have learned to forget about prisons.” We pledge to you that we do not believe their simple stories, and we will not forget. Because try as they might, these bars cannot keep us from destroying their assets and building our reality back up together. We are energized by your sounds of solidarity for Black lives, we love you, and we love all souls we have lost. We will correct the record: YOU are worthy, YOU are our community. WE are worthy, WE are our community, and WE all grieve together.
Together, we transform water dripping with poisonous particles.
Together, we clear the air thick with pollution, COVID, and lies.
Together, we honor the soil ground down with waste of industry and the bones of ancestors.
Together, we remember the souls snatched away from our family, always too soon.
Together, we turn chains to dust, returning the minerals in steel and concrete to the plants.
Together, we rest in community without being disposed of in our own beds.
Together, we rise to deprive the monster of its simple story, and replace it with our own.
Benji Hart: My name is Benji Hart. I’m an author, artist and educator currently living in Chicago, and I would like to offer up, by way of mourning, and by way of grieving, love to the people who we’ve lost to COVID, particularly folks in the mass incarceration system, including detention centers. And I also want to offer up grief for all the lessons that COVID has attempted to teach us: lessons we haven’t heeded, but that we’ve also been discouraged from heeding by the current administration and ruling class. COVID sent us such strong messages about how connected we all are. COVID has taught us so much about the meaningless categories that we divide our society up by — folks on the inside, folks on the outside, folks with healthcare, folks without healthcare, folks with citizenship, folks without citizenship — and in actuality, when there’s a pandemic, you can’t make those distinctions. If a pandemic is allowed to happen in one population, it impacts all of us. If certain parts of the population don’t have healthcare, we actually can’t control a disease like COVID-19.
And instead of slowing down, instead of backing off of the ways that we were harming the environment, instead of really devoting ourselves, and committing ourselves to making universal healthcare a reality, to getting people out of cages, to opening borders so that people can actually move freely as they need to, and share resources with each other as they need to, we did the exact opposite. And so many of the people we’ve lost, it’s because we haven’t heeded the lessons, the teachings, that COVID really has tried so hard to impart on us. So I grieve for both of those things. I grieve for the opportunities for learning, for transformation of our society and ourselves that we so briefly, and so closely, almost attained, and were so quickly discouraged from doing so by folks in power: by the federal government, and by folks with money and resources who were willing to sacrifice young people, Black people, Indigenous people, undocumented people, and incarcerated people so that folks with money didn’t lose a profit, and so that the economy continued to generate the inequities and environmental catastrophe it has always been generating.
I mourn for the ways we haven’t learned this year: that we should have learned, that I wish we collectively did. And I offer up a prayer to those we’ve lost, to their grieving families, and also to a future where we do learn the lessons, where we fight for each other collectively and don’t sacrifice our neighbors, don’t sacrifice the most marginalized among us to a pandemic, whether that pandemic is COVID or whether that pandemic is capitalism, whether that pandemic is the police prison and military system, or whether that pandemic is white supremacy and white nationalism. I dream of a day, and pray for a day, where we learn to see each other as part of one collective and fight for collective liberation.
Bresha Meadows: I am Bresha Meadows, a member of Lifted Voices. I was once incarcerated for an act of self defense. Today, we honor those we have lost to COVID-19, including many counted and uncounted deaths that have occurred behind prison walls. Having been in jail, I know the everyday worry, and adding a virus, one that has taken many lives, can make it almost impossible to want to keep going. Although jail is supposed to be a place for punishment, to hold someone where they are getting more and more sick is almost the same as the death penalty itself. A good friend of mine has a dad in jail, and he has also been diagnosed with COVID, but they have little to nothing to help him. Seeing how this affected her and her family has brought me to the realization that prisons are treating this virus as nothing more than a common cold.
I’m lucky enough to have gotten out, and I try to do everything most people wouldn’t expect me to do. I go to classes at Cleveland State University, I’ve got my own apartment. I have become a part of Lifted Voices, and I found that I also want to help others get free. We can’t leave people behind who were already being left behind. We can’t do what we’ve always done. We can’t allow what happens to people to mean less to us over time. Whether people live or die, it has to matter more and more to us, not less. We cannot help people if we forget them. We cannot help ourselves if we give up on people. We are not giving up on people in jails and prisons or detention centers. We are not giving up our hope.
Tanuja Jagernauth: My name is Tanuja Devi Jagernauth, and I am honored to contribute to this mixtape on behalf of the Mutual Aid Mourning and Healing Project. We are a diverse group of folks who came together in March of 2020, connected by a shared understanding that, one: collectively devastating times call for collective methods of healing and, two: no one should have to grieve alone. We are also connected by a drive to politicize what is often shrugged off as “private” or “personal.”
Every single death due to COVID-19 is as political as it is personal. Every single death implicates Donald Trump, a fascist who continues to spread lies and misinformation about the severity and impact of the pandemic.
However, wherever this finds you, please know: your life matters to us
and if this moment finds you holding the pain of loss
I want to humbly offer a moment
to hold it with you.
For the loss that is fresh, hot — an open wound,
For the loss that is so old you can’t remember which lifetime — or whose — it came from,
For the loss you cannot name yet,
For the loss of a friend,
For the loss of a lover,
For the loss of family,
For the loss of home,
We mourn and rage with you.
And inside our grief, wherever it might live in our bodies,
However it feels today,
May we find that thing — anything — that can move.
May we find that thing we can touch, pick up,
and roll around in our hands
like a perfect ball of clay,
heavy and cool to the touch.
May we find its potential
and use it to build the next world together.
Cindy Milstein writes in Rebellious Mourning, “Our grief can open up cracks in the wall of the system. It can pry open spaces of contestation and reconstruction, intervulnerability and strength, empathy, and solidarity.”
Through our mutual aid work, we are learning to let go of our privatized selves. We are learning to connect our personal needs for survival, safety, healing, and community to people around us who we once considered strangers.
We are learning how to ask for help, and we are learning how to receive it.
We are learning the critical difference between harm and accountability.
We are learning that we have all we need, and we are finally admitting that we are all we’ve got.
Slowly but surely, with care and intention, we are co-creating the next world.
Until it comes we will continue to love each other out loud.
We will continue to rage and weep together.
We will continue our riot of empathy.
Our bonds make us powerful,
and that scares the shit out of Trump
because at the end of the day, he knows
there are more of us than them.
There are more of us than them.
There are more of us than them.
Aislinn Pulley: I am Aislinn Pulley. I am the co-executive director of the Chicago Torture Justice Center, co-founder of BLMChi, and a board member of Ujimaa Medics. I am a long-time organizer, an artist, born and raised in Chicago.
I have known so many people who have been affected by COVID. I have known people who themselves have lived through, suffered through the virus. People who have succumbed to death. The disproportionate number of people of color and specifically Black, indigenous and Latinx people who have died from this virus is unconscionable. In the United States, Black, Indigenous, Pacific Islander, and Latinx people all have COVID-19 death rates that are roughly triple or more than White people. In a country that has historic wealth, amassed at the detriment of services needed in our communities, the example of how COVID is disproportionately affecting the poor is unconscionable.
This is a country that has amassed the richest resources in the world and yet uses them to incarcerate, torture, and kill its populace. We must dismantle this system. We must create a system that is built on sustaining life and ensuring our livelihoods.
COVID has proven how necessary this is, and that the time is now. We can no longer wait. We have to dismantle, we have to upend, we have to create new. It has never been clearer that it is this system that is causing unnecessary deaths. It is incumbent upon us to act.
Kelly Hayes: My name is Kelly Hayes. I am a Native writer and a prison abolitionist organizing in Chicago, Illinois. Over 950,000 people have died of COVID-19 worldwide. More than 200,000 deaths have been attributed to COVID-19 in the United States, but we know the real number is much higher. We know that even before COVID-19, imprisoned people were experiencing conditions that were stripping away years of their lives, robbing them of both the present and the future. For many people living in cages and outside of them, survival was already a daily struggle. And now, as winter approaches, we know that greater atrocities are close at hand. We know that COVID-19 is already tearing its way through jails, prisons and detention centers, striking people who already had no functional access to healthcare. The results have been devastating, now with flu season upon us, people will suffer and die in even greater numbers, unless we get them out.
Freeing imprisoned people may seem too radical an aspiration for some right now. The election has given people a whiff of hope that the system might yet save them, and while it is possible to reduce the damage done, we are staring down mass death, nationwide evictions, financial collapse, and even the potential collapse of our profit-based healthcare system. In a time of crisis, capitalism will always cut its losses, as needed, to survive. It has done so by way of the prison industrial complex for a very long time. People who do not fit neatly into society, psychologically, economically, or otherwise are disposed of. Some die, and some are simply stuffed into containers. Disabled people and the elderly are similarly discarded and contained in the U.S., which is why we have seen so many retirement homes and assisted living facilities ravaged by this disease. No plan was made to safeguard these people. They were never an economic or social priority, so they were disposed of.
In the coming years, the system will have to dispose of more and more of us to sustain itself. This is a time of collapse, and also of possibility. We cannot afford to be meek or passive, or to allow history to simply happen to us. Rather than shrinking away from our imprisoned siblings out of some misguided fear of rocking the boat, we should be rejecting the continued expansion of a carceral state that threatens to swallow so many of us in the years to come.
This society wants us to believe that our fates are our own — that by abandoning one another, we can keep ourselves safe individually. But what will happen to us, to our neighbors, and to our families, as jobs continue to evaporate, and mass eviction and displacement play out across the country? Where will we be contained? In poverty districts that we are not allowed to leave? Will we be surveilled, criminalized, and monitored by ankle bracelets? That dystopian framework does not have to be invented. It is here, growing, and grinding people under. It is the sprawling prison industrial complex that not only keeps people locked in prisons but has also outsourced imprisonment into our own homes.
COVID-19 is a genocidal weapon in the hands of this government, but it will also knock on many doors at random in the months to come. If we organize, our collective pain can become collective empathy and action. But this will not happen on its own, as a result of social deterioration. It will take political will, compassion, and courage. Whatever is ahead, our survival will depend on our willingness to organize, and our freedom will depend on our willingness to fight for each other — and that means fighting for our imprisoned siblings.
There is a reason they don’t want us to grieve together. Because they know we will be more powerful if we do.
May the fallen rest in peace, and may the rest of us raise hell.
If you would like to use the mixtape for your own vigil, public or personal, you can find that file here.
If you would like to join Lifted Voices’ Signs, Shrines, Collages & a Mixtape week of action, you can learn more about that effort here.
You can learn more about how to join the larger National Week of Mourning here.
You can find the zine associated with this mixtape, including a version that can be mailed to imprisoned people, here.
Prison by Any Other Name: The Harmful Consequences of Popular Reforms by Maya Schenwar and Victoria Law
If you are coping with grief during the pandemic, and cannot afford counseling or other grief-related services, the Mutual Aid Mourning and Healing Project is here to help.