The Covid-19 pandemic has killed more than 500,000 people and infected almost 30 million people in the United States alone. Even with these extraordinarily high numbers, cases have been disproportionately amplified within communities of color. According to recent data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), non-Hispanic American Indian or Alaska Native people had an age-adjusted Covid-19 hospitalization rate about 5.3 times that of non-Hispanic White people. Covid-19 hospitalization rates among non-Hispanic Black people and Hispanic or Latino people were both about 4.7 times the rate of non-Hispanic White people.
Fortunately, within the past several months, three vaccines…
As far as the effort to vaccinate my Black ass goes, I don’t require much in the way of convincing. Whatever gets me back to some semblance of normal life — which in my case would be the ability to rap Cardi B’s “Up” out loud at a bar, party, or Walmart parking lot in the South maskless without fear of death — I’m down. But based on my text messages, conversations with select kinfolk, and surveying social media, others in my demo are going to need a wee bit more convincing.
In a New York Times op-ed released on…
“Public health officials should be providing vaccination services in multiple languages, with multilingual informational materials easily accessible.” — Benjamin Renton
Read Renton’s comprehensive plan below.
In these crucial Covid times, widespread vaccination is crucial in ending the pandemic once and for all. But a sect of the melanated among us are apprehensive—and with good reason.
My favorite person in the entire world died of cancer. Not only did it shatter me irreparably, it didn’t make sense.
Although my grandmother was the epitome of a Black Southerner (besides walking miles to receive an education as a child and baking cakes and pies with sorcery as an adult, her first name was Virginia), she was one of the healthiest people I’d ever known. Her breakfast was normally light — toast or a small bagel with tea sometimes, but mostly coffee (she saved heavier breakfast items like grits and biscuits for the weekend). In the summertime, her diet…
I didn’t watch a nanosecond of the Republican National Convention last week, but I couldn’t escape Trump’s bold proclamation that the darkest days of the coronavirus pandemic will soon come to an end. “We are delivering lifesaving therapies and will produce a vaccine before the end of the year — or maybe even sooner,” the American autocrat declared in his acceptance speech for the Republican presidential nomination. Later, he repeated the pledge to deliver “a safe and effective vaccine this year” along with the promise to “crush the virus.”