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Life in NYC during the Pandemic and a New Chapter

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We’ve never really been any big city people, and maybe that has been pretty clear from the start? But when the opportunity came to live in NYC and to experience everything that everyone are talking about, how could we possibly say no? Even though I started to feel a knot forming in my stomach when we sat on that bus in Madison that rainy afternoon telling all of our friends about it. That knot persisted for quite some time, especially since I didn’t have a job at first. And how do you survive with a rent that is close to 3,000$ with only one income? Well, everything is possible right, and eventually I too had a job within Academia that I could go to. After that happened that knot in my stomach was finally gone, and now we were planning on what restaurant to go to next, or what museum to explore. But we aren’t any night owls and the amount of time leftover for stuff like that was limited, and then life just happened. When January arrived we went to Sweden AGAIN!! can’t believe it since I think I have gone to Sweden less than 10 times in 10 years, and here we were casually traveling to Sweden for a second time in one year. We talked about Covid-19 there, with my friends, and the reality about it. What we thought was true or not.

And then the Virus hit NYC, and not in any easy way. To live in NYC right then and there is hard to explain to anyone who did not go through the same thing. It wasn’t like anything I have ever experienced (of course). Our university closed down, and then everything else. Everyone who could (yeah we were pretty privileged) stayed home. For once we hadn’t gone to the grocery store in a while, and if you should ever have gone to the grocery store ahead of time, it would probably be before a pandemic and the restrictions that comes with it hit. The sirens kept going constantly, all through the day and night, and at that point it started to get scary. We went for weekly walks, and one day over at Randall Island we saw the refrigerator trucks, those trucks that would become the backup morgue for the hospitals when too many people were dying. That was a pretty rough reality. To see and hear all this first hand takes a toll on you. We were fine, and have been fine, but It still takes a toll on you. Around that time our governor mandated masks, and the 6 feet social distancing. And since then the number of cases and deaths have drastically dereased. .

The streets were mostly empty by now, maybe not in East Harlem but around the Columbia University. All the “rich” people fled the city, and the people who were left were people who didn’t have anywhere else to go. It’s been a quite stark contrast between the areas that are “richer” vs “poorer” during this pandemic. And that too has made us upset on all sorts of different levels. We went to the store every second week, walked with our big hiking backpacks to fill them up with 2 weeks supplies. After a while we started to get out more on the weekends, we did a couple of longer bike excursions. After that we transitioned to buy food online, like many other people, and ordering local beer from different breweries in Brooklyn. We even ordered oysters a couple of times, because you need some fun in your life, even during a pandemic. I started investing in rye sourdough early on, and that got me occupied for a couple of weeks. W got invested in pasta making. Of course, our story is very different from many others, and we are very very privileged and have not been struggling as much as other. Part due to the secure jobs we have had, and because of our emergency savings we saved up through the last months, for situations like this. We were still wondering if we would ever get out of this pandemic, well I guess we still are.

Time passed and before we knew it 4 whole months had passed of us working from home. It’s crazy to think that a pandemic hit, and that we are still within the pandemic and probably will be for the foreseeable future. But before all this happened we knew we were about to embark on a new journey, W got a job north of the city and we were moving in December. But back in April we started to get a bit panicked about our situation in the city, and now we just wanted to leave. Because what is the point of living in the city when you can’t enjoy any of its perks? We came for the culture and social life, and that will not be the same any time soon. We emailed, called an talked to people and finally got an agreement to be able to move sooner rather than later. And all of a sudden those last months were a bit easier to go through. We biked some more and tried to explore some more parts we hadn’t really experienced during the weekends, and we even got a raised bed at a community garden nearby. That probably saved us, mentally. Even now we aren’t back to 0 cases in New York State, but very very close. 4 months after our job closed down, it finally started to open again for people like me, who need to go into work to get work done. And in the midst of all this we also had the BLM movement coming through. These past month will be historical and what happened in the US and NYC during these months will probably be written about in history books.

August 1st we embarked of yet a new, and maybe a final chapter of our lives, well, moving wise. We moved to Hudson Valley. Just north of NYC, so we can always take the train back whenever it opens up again. Nearest Hamlet has about 190 ppl in it, and the nearest village has about 1500ppl. It is still unclear which one we are included into, if any. Either way we are surrounded by fields and forest, and one or two roads. It reminds me about where we lived in Alaska, but here there are even fewer houses. A couple of mornings ago I could see the light change outside the window, and I could just put my shoes on and walk out the door and across the road to take some amazingly beautiful photos. Just like I could in Alaska. I was walking down the road, whistling to myself because there are blackies around here. The only attention I sparked though was a deer I saw in the distance. It was just standing there staring at me with the misty morning sun in the background. That is when I knew that I finally found my home, again. The last picture below is taken from our balcony.

Out of the Ashes and into the Fire and the aftermath of the White Lion

1619 the first ship with Black slaves arrived at the docks in Virginia. The origin of the ship was the west coast of Africa and the Kingdom of Ndongo (modern Angola). This was not the first time that people in the US were going to utilize slaves, but that is a completely different story.

The US is not the only country in the world that have enslaved Black people, even Sweden owned different colonies through time (five in total, and one of those in Africa, Cabo Corso (Ghana)). The slave handle in West Africa is directly linked to the iron ore industry in Bergslagen, Sweden, and Sweden even had a slave fort called Carolusborg (Cape Coast Castle) which contributed to the transatlantic slave trade. I guess you could say that every white (hu)man have roots in enslaving people in one way or another. This is the root of the problems we see in today’s society. Racism and suppression against Black people have continued through time, long after the official end of slavery here in the US (and elsewhere). About 250 years after that first ship docked in Virginia, the Emancipation Proclamation was issued by President Abraham Lincoln (January 1st 1863) in the US. It would be an additional 2.5 years before all slaves were completely free though, 19th of June 1865, Juneteenth. I had no idea about Juneteenth until these past weeks and all the BLM protest. More than 400 years after that first ship docked in Virginia we still see oppression of Black people here in the US, and other parts of the world of course. It is deeply rooted in society here in the US, but also in other countries. It is our turn to help put an end to it, once and for all. It has been shown time and time again that it is not over. Even though the Emancipation Proclamation was put into place in 1863 (or 1865) it still took an additional 100 years before Rosa Parks decided to not give her seat to a white man on the bus, and started the Civil Rights Movement.

I have a lot to learn when it comes to racism both in the US and in Sweden. It is very clear that our (my) world has been built up on false visions that somehow the whole world is white. This is why we need to admit to ourselves that we are all a part of the Racism, but we can also change this course. The other day I reflected on the fact that my Instagram feed is very very white, why? I love nature, mountains, hiking and there are a lot of Black voices out there that I had no idea about, Black voices that are doing all of these things I am interested in. How come I have never seen them before? (well, I can probably answer that question myself). This past week I decided to mute all stories from the white people I follow to give room to more Black voices, changing the algorithm of the Instagram feed. I hope that I in the future will see a more diverse spread on Instagram.

Changing my Instagram is not going to make any larger impact in the real world though, and we must instead actively engage ourselves in real things. We can start by educating ourselves, reading books, or listening to podcasts. We can start supporting Black businesses, donate money to Black organizations or the many Black voices that are educating all white people on their social media platform. If we are able to we can get out there and support Black voices in protests, there are many protests going on all across the world now. We can talk about racism with our fellow white friends and our families, point out racism when we see or hear it, especially in conversations with our friends and family. One important point though during all of this is that we (non-Black people) will never understand how it is to be a Black person in today’s society. We have some major homework to do, reading and educating ourselves about racism and white privilege, and learn how to change the way we see and understand things. We have to do better in the support of the BLM movement and realize that racism is very real, even in Sweden. All of this is going to take time, but it is important that we take this time, that we do not forget about all the issues we have read about these past weeks, that we continue to actively support Black voices. I am sure I will say or do something wrong during all of this, but that is such a small thing in the grand scheme of things.

Below are a couple of links that have helped me the past couple of days:

https://www.obama.org/anguish-and-action/
https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/
https://www.goodgoodgood.co/anti-racism-resources
Mireille Cassandra Harper: If You Want To Be Anti-Racist, This Non-Optical Allyship Guide Is Required Reading
Rachel Elizabeth Cargle: Why You Need To Stop Saying "All Lives Matter"
Victoria Alexander: Anti-Racist Resource Guide
Robin DiAngelo: Anti-Racist Checklist Guide
Elijah Anderson: “The White Space”
Conscious Kid conversation with Robin DiAngelo: White Fragility
Anthony James William: The Souls of White Folk

This list can continue forever and ever of course, and there are many other great sources out there.

Below are a couple of new (to me) Instagram accounts to follow if you like nature, hiking, mountains and adventures:

I also recommend you to think about how what your Instagram feed looks like. What passion do you have in life, and how many Black voices are you following within your passion?

We Took The Bike North - a New York City Bike Excursion

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Biking in the BIG City

We went biking the other day, north this time. There are bike lanes, unprotected and some a bit more protected, that will guide you through the traffic all the way over to the West Harlem Piers. Here there are no cars to fight with, and instead there is a bike path that sometimes is shared with pedestrians. I once got hit by a car while biking in Madison, so I really appreciate the bike path. It is so green here, and relaxing even though you have the cars to the right of you, behind a bunch of trees. If you go south on this bike path you can continue all the way down to Battery Park, maybe not completely on a separated greenway but still.

The Little Red Lighthouse

I had one goal for this bike trip, to see the little red lighthouse. As we came closer to George Washington, or GW bridge which many people refer it to, we saw these stacks of stones that someone made along the shoreline. And before we knew it we were already by Fort Washington Park and standing under the GW Bridge. The same bridge that we traveled over endless number of times to get to Palisades and our jobs. Now it has been more than 2!! months since we crossed that bridge on a bus. And there, right under the bridge is where you will find the little red lighthouse. The first time I saw the GW bridge from the Manhattan side I was so mesmerized, it looks as if its going straight into a deep forest in New Jersey. And if you drive towards Manhattan you can see how much green space Manhattan and NY overall has along the water.

Fort Tryon Park

We continued north, and this time the bike trail took us right next to the highway, which was less pleasant. But at least the traffic isn’t as bad as it used to be. We ended up by the path that would take you towards Inwood Hill Park, but we had other plans. W had found an awesome Venezuelan restaurant that he wanted to check out, for take out of course. But, before that we spent some time trying to figure out the best way to get into Fort Tryon Park, and to get a brief look at the Cloisters. We finally got to the entrance that took us up, up, up and up. Who would have thought that the cloisters were on a mountain. Or so it felt. So we continued. At the top we sat down and watched some boats floating by on the mighty Hudson.

We didn’t really stay long in Fort Tryon Park, and almost got lost trying to find the way out. But there are a ton of trails there too, and stairs. I know because we carried our bikes down numerous steps. But there are several gardens there, and a stone arch…somewhere. We missed all of this because we got hungry and continued towards Cachapas Y Mas. We continued our bike ride, crossed Manhattan again, and slowly continued along the Harlem river. We past yet another park before we finally sat down on some benches overlooking the river, and had our delicious arepas. They were so good that we didn’t even get a chance to take a picture of them. From there it didn’t take long until we were in our old stomping grounds, and home. The bike ride was about 12 miles in total, so not too long. It was definitely refreshing to see something new after being inside for two months. When we have been venturing out it has been to Central Park or Riverside Park. We had never been that far north, but it has always been on our to do list, like so many other things that the pandemic has taken away from us.