I just met her last night. She graduated from a prestigious school back East and had a long career as a social worker, before the illness took her down.
She asks me about someone else living in our assisted living community. "She is one of 'us'." Looking for her words . . . "You know, 'us' vs 'them'."
I know. 'Us', meaning the residents like her. 'Them', meaning staff like me.
Artificial labels, that maintain the illusion of separateness. Collectively enforced selfing . . .
One day, I could be one of 'us' also. We can all.
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