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SocietyMay 30, 2022

Kids draw their pandemic memories

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How are children experiencing the pandemic, and what will they remember from the past two years? Julie Spray helped a group of kids make comics about Covid, to express the things that matter to them most.

Nine-year-old McKenzy* was there when her mum got her first Pfizer shot. Her mum had her eyes closed, so McKenzy comforted her. A couple months later McKenzy watched her older brother get his vaccine. She had the longest wait for hers. “I was the one who asked to get my vaccination,” McKenzy told me. “My mum was like, ‘are you sure you want to do it?’ And then I was like ‘yeah, because as long as I’m safe then that’s all that matters.’”

I learned all this when I talked to McKenzy over Zoom and together we drew a comic strip of her pandemic experience. She chose the topic “when I decided to take my vaccination shot” and directed me how to represent her story. At the time, she was still waiting for her second dose and also the results of a Covid test she’d taken the day before. “I really wanted to go back to school to play my game with all my friends,” she said. “Then I realised that none of my friends are at school.” Most of her class were either sick with Covid-19 or quarantining.

As a medical and childhood anthropologist, I was frustrated by how little I knew of children’s perspectives on the pandemic. Policymakers and the media mainly spoke of children as at risk – of infection, illness, educational deficits – or as risks, as disease vectors who endangered their grandparents. We weren’t hearing about what mattered to children. Politicians concerned with creating national unity thanked frontline workers, teachers and parents for keeping children safe, but never acknowledged the work and sacrifices children made to protect their communities. In our society, children are invisible, imagined as public-in-waiting and as vulnerable, passive recipients of adult action.

The Pandemic Generation study aimed to reveal a different view of lives only glimpsed in the background of Zoom meetings or in chalk drawings in locked-down neighbourhoods. I met with 26 Aucklanders aged seven to 11 between November 2021 and March 2022 to make comics about growing up in a pandemic.

The first thing I learned was that I had mistitled my study. Many children did not know or use the word “pandemic”. Many children had only vague memories of that first lockdown or did not remember a time before lockdowns at all. The pandemic was almost normal life.

By Blaze R (left) and Santa (right)

Children spoke of heavy impacts from the second lockdown starting August 2021, however. They drew comics about learning what you thought was going to happen tomorrow or next week – just isn’t.

At first, lockdown could be a welcome break from school, like school holidays except for the parts where children had to work from home. Children watched movies and played Lego and learned to bake.

Then, lockdown got hard. Loneliness and boredom set in. Children found themselves sad, or frustrated, or angry. One girl drew herself in jail. “It’s like your whole world is a house,” she said.

By Ananya (left) and Lola (right)

Children drew themselves alone: at an empty dining table, looking out a window, on their bed staring at the wall. “What would you say your overall memory or feeling is that stands out to you?” I asked 11-year-old Hudson.

“Hmm, depression,” said Hudson.

By Hudson (left), Katty (centre) and Charlie (right)

Online school was hard, many children said. Some children avoided asking for help when they saw a parent was stressed and busy.

For almost all kids, social isolation was a huge experience. They had to rely on parents to broker Zoom or outdoor visits with friends. Back at school, children missed being physically close to and hugging their friends.

By Lachie (left) and Sofia (right)

However, children cared for themselves and others. They looked after their mental health through imagination and play, writing stories, creating businesses, and building bottle rafts and blanket forts. They reminded their families about the health rules.

Lola (left) reminds her mum to scan the QR codes when shopping. James (right) dresses up as Ashley Bloomfield to deliver the day’s press conference to his family.

They created new ways of enacting public health measures. This is Saara’s “Germasword 2000.” She uses it to maintain a two-metre distance.

They gave emotional support and influenced others to stay protected.

By Fifi, age 10

While children’s needs were often central to how families organised pandemic life, their comics also tell of times of being excluded from our pandemic response.

By Kitten, age 7

Children dealt with masks and nose swabs designed for adult faces and noses and MIQ conditions that did not sufficiently meet their needs for food or physical activity.

By Lola, age 8

Children pieced together understandings of the pandemic from snippets of overheard news and press conferences and parents’ explanations because we made no consistent effort to include them in our communications. They watched case numbers, but without good information, they often overestimated their risk. Of the first time she got tested, McKenzy said, “I was scared I was going to get positive – like I thought everyone dies when they get Covid. So I thought I was going to die.”

While we congratulate ourselves for vaccinating 96% of our population, only 55% of Aotearoa’s children aged 5-11 have received a first dose. Almost one third of all Covid-19 cases have occurred in young people under 19. Children are bearing the brunt of our neglect.

The children’s comics show us just how much we miss when we forget they are members of the public, too. They challenge our assumptions: Who are the public in public health? Where does public health promotion happen? What can health promotion look like? And who can be public health promoters?

It’s time for us to take children seriously – not as afterthoughts, not as cute feel-good stories, not as members-of-the-public-in-waiting, but as full members of society. Our collective health depends on it.

*All names are pseudonyms to protect the privacy of children and their families. Most children chose their own “secret name”.

A note about the drawings: some were created by the children on their own, while others were drawn by the author, under the child’s direction.

Getty Images/Archi Banal
Getty Images/Archi Banal

OPINIONSocietyMay 30, 2022

When calls for justice are drowned out by demands for revenge

Getty Images/Archi Banal
Getty Images/Archi Banal

Insisting on harsh retribution doesn’t just dehumanise perpetrators of crime – it ignores all evidence about what works to reduce reoffending.

“How about introducing the death sentence to rid us of this bad energy? Why are we wasting resources on this sort of person? Seems to me like people would get in line and be decent people if this was the outcome.”

The comment was one I came across online where people were discussing a young man who had been involved in a violent crime. With the perceived increase in crime and gang violence, comments like this are becoming more and more common. And like much of the coverage around ram raids and the recent gang-related shootings, the social media post was designed to elicit outrage. And that is exactly what it did.

This was only one of hundreds of comments just like it. Some called the offender an animal, others for his family to be sterilised, still others joined in demanding his death.

Reading the thread left little doubt in my mind. These people were not seeking justice, what they were demanding was revenge.

And on one hand I sympathise with them. If I’m completely honest, I once shared the sentiment that drives their rage.

I too once bemoaned the “soft liberal judges” who did not have the backbone to adequately punish criminals. I too once demanded harsher penalties, believing that the harsher the penalty, the less likely a person would offend.

I too was once ignorant. Trapped in my own worldview, untouched by the suffering and trauma that too often sets a person upon a path that leads to such violent offending. Over 10 years as a youth development worker has shown me how wrong I was.

A bullet hole in window at an Auckland property at Marie Crescent, Te Atatu after a spate of shootings in Auckland suburbs on the night of May 24. (Photo: RNZ / Rayssa Almeida)

I have served young men who have brutally beaten other men, people who have abused and physically assaulted their partners, rangatahi who some would class in the “waste of space” category. Yet, as horrendous as these people’s crimes may be, once you hear their stories you can’t help but recognise their humanity.

And each one of them has a story that would make your heart break.

A 12-year-old boy beaten by his older brother while his parents watched, for the crime of being too excited about his progress at school.

A teenage girl who had been bounced in and out of foster care until she had nowhere left to go but the street. She learnt to use violence to survive. Hurt others or get hurt yourself – that was how her world worked.

A lad who grew up in a family where violence was just a normal part of life. He watched his dad beat his mum, and took more than a few hidings himself. Until one day, he grew big enough to put his dad in his place. On that day, he learnt that the key to survival was in his size. Be bigger than the other person and he will not mess with you.

A young man who was orphaned as a teen, rejected by his extended whānau and the state, and was forced to live on the streets of Auckland. Drugs and crime became his only means of survival.

I could tell you story after story of neglect, abuse and rejection. Stories of hurt and broken people, damaged by the world we have created who have in turn harmed and damaged the lives of others.

I struggle to find the words to help you see them. To see past the anger, the brutality, the dehumanised image you may hold, to actually see them.

Not as a sullen teenage or a notorious gangster, but as a fellow human being, broken, crying out for help, hopeless and in pain.

Even as I write I hear the responses: but they are monsters and criminals, they do not deserve our compassion, they deserve to be locked away. Some will even call for their death.

But even if you cannot find in yourself the humanity to recognise theirs, I would ask you this question. Would you like to prevent violent crime? Or are you content merely to punish those who perpetuate it?

Because here is the reality: the system we currently have does not prevent violent crime. It is designed simply to punish those who commit it.

And the irony is that by ignoring an individual’s past, and by denying the validity of true restorative justice, we do not make our communities safer. We simply imprison broken, hurting people for a time, before releasing them once again out into our communities.

If we wish to end violent crime, we need to stop seeing it as a problem caused by an individual’s horrific choices.

We must look first at our own society, which has dehumanised and degraded people to the point where they are able to do unspeakable things to their fellow human beings.

We must examine the poverty, which plagues our nation, the racism and discrimination that affects our people more than we care to admit.

Addressing these issues and others such as homelessness, mental illness and the ongoing effects of colonisation will go a long way towards preventing a cycle that damages people to a point where they find themselves capable of committing horrendous crimes.

And when people do commit such crimes, it is through restorative justice that we can create the reconciliation and healing which allows both criminal and victim to be restored into our community.

At this point I can almost hear people saying: “Why are you denying their individual responsibility? You’re letting them off the hook!”

Let me make myself clear. I am not saying that people are not responsible for the consequences of their own actions. What I am saying is that a person’s individual responsibility can only truly be understood when placed within the context of our collective responsibility.

And as a collective we have failed. And it is our failure which has led to the countless damaged souls who currently fill our prisons.

These issues are big, there is no doubt about it. And I get that it might sometimes feel overwhelming, like it’s impossible to effect change.

But you can do something about it. On a micro level, you can get involved in people’s lives, you can seek out those on the margins of our society and provide them with care and support.

And on the macro level?

Your politics matter. You can support policies that contribute to a more just and equitable society. You can let your representatives know that you support restorative justice, and demand reform in the current injustice system.

The government will not make the reforms needed until there is the political will to do so. That starts with you. Your vote counts, your voice counts, what you do… counts.

Do you care enough to get involved? Or are you content with the status quo?