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Life as an anti-vaxxer

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WHEN asked whether I’m ‘anti-vax’ I have, in the past, tried to explain that I wasn’t against vaccines themselves, but only this one. But as Alinsky once wrote, ‘If you push a negative hard enough, it will push through and become a positive.’

And so, several weeks ago, for the first time I said something different. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m anti-vax.’

In what follows, I’m largely going to describe experiences rather than any so-called ‘science’. You are free to think for yourselves on that one.

I vividly remember Boris Johnson telling us that ‘many more families are going to lose loved ones’. I found this strange as I thought governments tried to avoid panic.

For a few brief weeks, I believed restrictions were to ‘flatten the curve’; that made some kind of sense. But when I saw Perspex screens go up and heard the tannoys on the metro system tell us that we must ‘come together by staying apart’ I knew hope was forlorn.

Lockdown alone was a brutal affair. I suffered a serious health problem but at least had the wherewithal not to wait on the National Health Service. If I need treatment in the future, I have no expectation of any.

I watched a friend break down over Skype because he thought ‘everyone is dying’, and I heard stories of people committing suicide, including a young mother. Recently a friend told me that two people on her street had killed themselves in the last two years and a third had attempted it but survived.

I know of three people in my extended circle who have died within days of the vaccine, two who are paralysed from the waist down, and a 16-year-old boy lying in intensive care having suffered a heart attack on the way to play rugby.

It is not lost on me how our politicians and mainstream media laughed and partied throughout all of this. We can take their hypocrisy and contempt as read, but it’s not as if they were ever afraid themselves.

I stayed with a friend for a couple of months during the lockdown period which probably saved me. We spoke about the impending vaccine and both decided to wait to see what happened before getting it.

Not long afterward, he told me that he had been vaccinated. I did it to keep my family happy,’ he said. After some words, he added: ‘I earn £70,000 a year but I sit all day now on a laptop at my coffee table, with a bottle of vodka and a yellow light bulb without a lampshade hanging over my head. I can’t believe my life has come to this. I don’t care whether I live or die anymore. So what does it matter?’

While staying with him, I visited a church. The vicar urged his masked congregation of two to ‘pray for compliance’. The second time, at the entrance, I told him that I would not wear the mask because it was a lie. ‘Bless you,’ he said as he closed the door to me.

In a moment of weakness, believing that it would be best to get it over with, I booked an appointment for my own vaccination online. Outside the vaccination centre, and not expecting a damn thing, I prayed to God to give me ‘a sign’ if I should not have it. After waiting 15 minutes or so, a nurse came up to me with a clipboard and asked my name.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘but there’s no record of your appointment.’ She told me to go home and book it again. I fled in gratitude. 

My job ended during the last lockdown. There was no longer anything in life other than work itself. I couldn’t stop working no matter how tired I was. In the end, a merciless lack of sleep became too much and I found myself unable to work at all.

Moreover, it no longer seemed to matter.

I kept in regular contact with another close friend, speaking about the situation almost every day over Skype. She had regarded what was happening as ‘nonsense’, but one day she told me that she had just been vaccinated.

‘If I catch Covid, I’ll die,’ she said.

It is true that she’s elderly, but that hadn’t been her attitude during the times I have known her to have flu. But that means I’ll never see you again,’ I replied.

Our conversations seemed to peter out and we talked less and less, and only about trivial matters. One day, feeling that I was about to be on the back foot, I tried to speak of the situation, and she said to me: ‘You do know that the virus exists, don’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, hurt. ‘You know I’ve told you that I’ve had it.’

But as old bonds are fading, new ones are forming and all kinds of people are starting to come into my life and I into theirs. I don’t think ‘anti-vax’ is a label I have the right to apply to others, but my social world has radically changed and is now overwhelmingly comprised of those who have held out.

It feels surreal, as if society has silently agreed to part company with itself and divided into two groups who go their separate ways.

On my side, we are bonding as if to be ready for some dreadful adversity to befall us. It’s as though we sense deeply that now is the time to make friends. Indeed, we are starting to look out for one another in ways that my grandparents’ generation did. We are planning food-banks and discussing how to perform our own medical and dental treatments. We are from all walks of life: small business owners, NHS workers, teachers, psychotherapists, mothers, fathers, scientists. Strangely, I contemplate how my life is actually better in some regards at least, than before all of this.

Even an ex-girlfriend has come on the scene. I had intended never to see her again. But here she is, part of our group. The moment I accepted this, I looked upon her anew and saw someone who had changed, for she has managed to dig deep and discover real courage within herself. Indeed, we speak now of how we are being transformed and how we should embrace it. She will read these words shortly.

One of the accusations I’ve heard thrown in our direction is, of course, that we are ‘conspiracy theorists’ who are to be conflated with ‘flat-earthers’. Actually, I do know a flat-earther. Being aware now of how many regard me, I didn’t do what perhaps I would have done in the past: I didn’t dismiss his beliefs as foolish, instead I sought to understand where he was coming from.

What I saw was a man who no longer believes in anything he had ever been taught, let alone anything in the media. Personally, I can understand this now and I’m rather reminded of the spoken words from opening scene of the 2019 TV drama Chernobyl:

‘What is the cost of lies? It is not that we will mistake them for the truth. The real danger is if we hear enough lies, we no longer recognise the truth at all. What can we do then? What else is left but to abandon even the hope of truth and content ourselves instead with stories?’

I do not have ‘the truth’. I have lots of ‘conspiracy theories’ of course, but nothing quite seems to fit. Theories involve thinking for yourself, and independent thought is a dangerous thing.

What I think is that our government is lying to us. I do not think that the UK psychological ‘Nudge Unit’ are there to spread truth. Moreover, I do not believe that a government vaccine will set me free, no matter how many jabs I take.

We watch what is happening in other countries, especially Australia. I keep in contact with a friend in Germany and listen to events there as things to come for ourselves. We speak of where are own limits lie. What could I endure before I am forced to consent? I read Solzhenitsyn and Richard Wurmbrand and I ponder.

My consent may be taken by force, but I do not give it freely. My free will is God given, not something to be loaned to me by the state and repaid with interest. I did not believe in God as a young man. I find it amusing that I believe so strongly now. Given that we live in a universe in which hope is indeed possible, I hope for a New Enlightenment, a new age of meaning and value, one that will again uproot all that has gone before it.

This first appeared in the New English Review‘s Iconoclast on December 8, 2021, and is republished by kind permission. https://www.newenglishreview.org/blog_direct_link.cfm?blog_id=71834&Life%2Das%2Dan%2DAnti%2Dvaxxer

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Andy Thomas
Andy Thomas is a programmer, software author and writer in the north of England. He is interested in the philosophical implications of science, the nature of nature, and the things in life which hold ‘value’.

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