Zimra Vigoda

Good guinea pig, bad guinea pig

“So when are you getting your second shot?” I asked an old friend who I’ll refer to as “Molly”.

“Oh, I’m not vaccinating yet”, She answered.

Surprised, I asked her why not, assuming that she had a rare condition preventing her from accessing the COVID-19 vaccine. Since we’ve been besties for a couple of decades and her personality is generally bubbly and open, I was taken aback that I wouldn’t have known about her apparently serious ailment but I figured she must have reasons for guarding her privacy.

She shrugged, smiled and said, “I’ll just let the rest of you take the vaccine first and then, maybe next year, or the year after, I’ll consider”.

Now, I was more than taken aback.

I was furious.

The entire world is watching us here in Israel. More than a third of the population has been vaccinated in a matter of five weeks. At 52, I am exhilarated to have this opportunity that, unfortunately, remains unavailable to most of my parents’ generation in the United States and throughout the world.

I also acknowledge that, in all practicality, we are guinea pigs in a continuing experiment and such research comes with various ethical questions about consent, privacy and more. Nonetheless, in addition to the freedoms that I hope vaccination will afford me such as a mitigated risk of serious illness and the coveted “green passport”,  I am proud to be able to take a small part in this “giant experiment” to end the physical and economic havoc of these Corona Times.

In many respects, I embrace my “communal” guinea pig status.

However, as it turns out, many others, are choosing to opt out of this phase of the “experiment” and wait to see whether or not the rest of us grow tails or suffer some bizarre side effect.

I staunchly believe in free choice.

I also believe in consequences.

I am not willing to be “their” personal guinea pig.

I may choose to avoid socially meeting up with friends who are eligible, yet forego vaccination. I am a bit sad that I may lose friends but evidently, they don’t share my basic values and also don’t deserve to see my impressive new rainbow tail.

About the Author
Zimra Vigoda was born in Budapest and raised in New York City. After immigrating to Israel in the 1990s, she spent over two decades leading and advising nonprofit and public sector initiatives, with a focus on education, civil society, and cross-cultural engagement. She holds a law degree from Cardozo School of Law in New York and has worked at the intersection of advocacy, strategy, and social impact throughout her career. In recent years, Zimra has transitioned into the private sector, where she continues to support mission-driven ventures in Israel and internationally. She lives in the Negev with her family and is the mother of four. Her personal journey—particularly as the mother of a son with a disability who plays for Israel’s national wheelchair basketball team—has made her a passionate supporter of Paralympic sports and disability inclusion. Drawing from her experience as a Hungarian-born Jew, an immigrant, and a mother, Zimra brings a deeply personal perspective to questions of identity, truth, and belonging—shaped by a life lived between cultures, always fitting in, yet never entirely at home.
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