I will admit that, as I walked into the Oklahoma City Indian Clinic, I was somewhat nervous about finally receiving the Covid vaccine.
There had been just as many blistering negatives about getting the coveted shot as there had been beloved positives and, as I was standing in line, those bad things I’ve heard came right down on me like a ton of diseased bricks: What about the side-effects? What if this is all a trick? And, even worse, what if this is designed to kill even more Indigenous people?
Trying desperately to rid that fearful propaganda from my mind, I checked in for my one o’clock appointment at the clinic; I handed the masked nurse working the table my paperwork and was sent to the second chair to wait, the medical staff also waiting on a shipment of fresh vaccine headed to the repurposed waiting room.