A WORD ON The Vaccine

MAY 2021

Growing up never understood my mom’s need to take us to the doctor for everything.

The slightest hint of a sniffle or a sneeze meant a trip to the doctor. My understanding came when I got an education on how going to the doctor in Zimbabwe was inaccessible. Doctors are not readily available, and the quality of care is not always up to par. 

When I found out my eligibility for the vaccine, I was freaked out more than any feeling of relief, namely, because I have experienced medical racism firsthand. I canceled my first appointment and then when I did get it the experience left me reeling.

Upon arrival, I was met by a slew of people from the National guard. My guess is it had something to do with FEMA's involvement with disseminating the vaccine, and the fact that this particular vaccine site was in a largely Black neighborhood was unnerving at best. Going to the site the second time was less rife with the National Guard, and yet I still felt hesitant.

While I know, I made the right decision for me. The decision to put trust in a system rife with racism and that does not have my best interest at heart is not one that I take lightly. If you’re grappling with this decision, I see you. I would implore you to ask yourself how your heart feels and how you might embrace a modicum of hope.

With Grace, Sinikiwe