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quaint (2,035 posts)1 Year After William Rivers Pitt's Death, Let's Recommit to Collective Survivalhttps://truthout.org/articles/1-year-after-william-rivers-pitts-death-lets-recommit-to-collective-survival/As Truthout’s beloved columnist taught us before his death, collective grief can nourish long-term growth and healing.By Maya Schenwar , TRUTHOUT Published September 26, 2023As COVID infections rose again in the waning days of summer, I couldn’t stop thinking about William Rivers Pitt, Truthout’s lead columnist of two decades, who died tragically a year ago today [9/26].Will would not stop writing about COVID. He wouldn’t stop writing about it even after a couple of years had passed, when pandemic fatigue was pervasive and Will’s COVID stories drew fewer readers than his pieces on any other topic. It wasn’t that Will didn’t care about how many people read his stories. It was that when it came to the pandemic, Will’s approach was, “If they don’t want to hear, they need to hear.” Will knew that writing can save lives, and told me once that if he stopped writing about COVID, he’d be violating his own authorial version of the Hippocratic oath to “do no harm.”Will gave voice to our collective grief — both our bottomless grief over the millions of people lost to COVID, and also our grief about the rearrangement and limitations of our lives at the time, particularly for those with heightened vulnerability to the virus. He wrote:I walk the evening streets of my little town, passing empty taverns with “Open” signs feebly lit beside the door, and recall a thousand nights inside such places, the air so warm and moist my glasses would fog as I shouldered my way to the bar. The urge to find that scene again is almost overwhelming, but I leave it be, because I wish to be, and specifically to be the difference between “is” and “was.”Will gave voice to our collective grief — both our bottomless grief over the millions of people lost to COVID, and also our grief about the rearrangement and limitations of our lives at the time, particularly for those with heightened vulnerability to the virus. He wrote:I walk the evening streets of my little town, passing empty taverns with “Open” signs feebly lit beside the door, and recall a thousand nights inside such places, the air so warm and moist my glasses would fog as I shouldered my way to the bar. The urge to find that scene again is almost overwhelming, but I leave it be, because I wish to be, and specifically to be the difference between “is” and “was.”Heavy sigh. More at link.https://www.democraticunderground.com/1016364529
As COVID infections rose again in the waning days of summer ...
Is he really dead? I don't believe leftist about anything.I do remember the time he threatened to sue me.
Ninja layers were so stealthy you were sued and did not even know it.
They're still working on it but, unfortunately, they are currently lost in the mailroom at Johns Hopkins.
An utterly useless human being, other than to provide us with humor for his idiotic writing.He used a thesaurus like a bad chef overuses salt and other spices. He is not missed.
