I don’t want normal. I want good.
When a racial hate crime, resulting in the deaths of nine souls, occurred a block from my workplace at the time; when I was diagnosed with Type 1; when relationships ended or changed; when protests renewed; when racist statues finally came down…and when responses to a global pandemic were not handled even half as well as they could have been in my own home country…all of these required finding that catch phrase “new normal.”
Anything can be normal if it perpetuates long and far and deep enough. “Normal” doesn’t mean it’s good.
What we had pre-Covid-19 pandemic was normal.
Quite a lot of it wasn’t good.
I want good.
I buck against the phrasing for looking or wishing for things to “go back to normal.” I do. I hope it doesn’t cost me to say this, but I am here even if it does. I want a re-framing on this. I want a deeper understanding to be more widespread. Let’s be more careful with our word choices.
The “normal” we had was not desirable for so many, and it was, and still is now, so harmful for so many.
Let’s drop the use of the word “normal” for this. Let’s not “go back to normal” or even “find a new normal” in this, as that “new normal” will by nature drift back towards as close to what we had as is possible to manage. Instead let’s “improve,” or “find something better,” or “work forward.” Let’s “work toward good.” Or something like that. I don’t have the exact phrasing we need. But “normal” is not the right word.
Normal can be anything.
Normal where I grew up was rationing lawn care water every summer. Normal where I live now is downtown flooding with every rain, or even just every high tide.
Neither of those are particularly good. But they are both very normal.
Normal? I’m done with normal.