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COVID-19 and What it’s Exposing About UsLeft: (Popperfoto/Getty Images). Right: (2020 Johns Hopkins University) Just shy of 83 years ago, WLS radio reporter Herbert Morrison stood on the grounds of the naval air station in Lakehurst, New Jersey as the German passenger ship Hindenburg burst into flames. Morrison, trying to maintain composure, reported the details of the scene for later broadcast. As the fate of the Hindenburg became more clear, his composure understandably began to slip away. You can hear the horror in his voice as he gets to the report’s most famous lines: “Oh, the humanity and all the passengers screaming around here. I told you, I can’t even talk to people whose friends are on there. Ah! It’s–it’s–it’s–it’s … o–ohhh! I–I can’t talk, ladies and gentlemen. Honest, it’s just laying there, a mass of smoking wreckage. Ah! And everybody can hardly breathe and talk, and the screaming. Lady, I–I’m sorry. Honest: I–I can hardly breathe. I–I’m going to step inside where I cannot see it. Charlie, that’s terrible. Ah, ah — I can’t. I, listen, folks, I–I’m gonna have to stop for a minute because I’ve lost my voice. This is the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed. Thirty-five souls perished that day — though likely anticipated nearly 100 had died. He had no way of knowing that sixty-two people would miraculously survive. Regardless, the knowledge that people were dying caused Herbert Morrison to look away, calling it “the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed. Today, over 2,000 Americans died from COVID-19, the disease caused by the coronavirus. Yesterday. over 2,000 died from COVID, and tomorrow, 2,000 more will fall victim to the disease. Something has changed between 1937 and today. There aren’t a lot of Herbert Morrisons struck dumb by the mind-numbing toll of this disease. That’s not to say that no one is watching, and it certainly isn’t to say no one cares. Millions of people are feeling this grief and doing so while stuck in their homes for fear of being next. But somehow the numbers don’t seem to be striking us with a commensurate force. It’s as though we have become inured to the deaths in just the seven weeks since the first one occurred in the United States. The reality is the numbers are staggering. Maybe they don’t jolt us because they’re smaller than the most dire predictions based on inaction suggested we’d suffer. But, some perspective is worthwhile here. As of this writing, 40,461 souls in the United States have perished from this disease. If the deceased were gathered in one city, it would be the third largest city in South Dakota and Wyoming, the second largest city in Maine, and the largest city in Vermont. Gone. If I were to write out the names of the deceased, the text would be longer than books like The Catcher in the Rye, Slaughterhouse Five, and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. That’s just for their names. That doesn’t include descriptors like “grandmother,” “teacher,” “nurse,” or “honor roll student.” Just the names. The networks are covering the death toll, albeit through a more partisan lens than one might hope — blue outlets citing the number as evidence of catastrophic presidential failure and red outlets citing them as evidence of heroic presidential intervention. Millions of people hit refresh on their browser multiple times a day to see the numbers grow to unthinkable levels as they sit powerless to stop the surge. Are we just too tired to feel the pain? I can’t help but think that some of the disconnect between the numbers and our emotional reaction to them is coming from the top. President Donald Trump talks everyday about the virus — but he doesn’t seem to feel it. It doesn’t seem to sting him the same way a tough question from PBS’s Yamiche Alcindor or CNN’s Jim Acosta does. It doesn’t seem to cause him the same level of distress as does the idea that he may be compared unfavorably to previous presidents in previous crises. Even when he does talk about deaths, he doesn’t do so the way normal, empathic humans do, but rather as someone who knows some of the words — though bereft of feeling — and sandwiches them between brags: “While we mourn the tragic loss of life — and you can’t mourn it any stronger than we are mourning it — the United States has produced dramatically better health outcomes than any other country with the possible exception of Germany.” Devoid of feeling. Devoid of humanity. One gets the sense that if the stock market were still in the 29,000 range, our president would be quite satisfied. When the Dow drops 2,000, the president wants action and he wants it immediately, but when our population drops by 2,000… there just doesn’t seem to be the same level of urgency. Or empathy. As a result, the president’s supporters and enablers seek to justify and rationalize his inaction. Those that seem more focussed on markets than on mankind have this cold, indifferent, matter-of-fact tone when making their case. They trot out statistics about the death toll exacted by heart disease, drunk driving, and the flu as if somehow a slightly better mortality rate means we can stop taking preventative measures. They reverse engineer things he has said and actions he had taken and invent a new alternative reality made up of alternative facts — a phrase his administration coined. When told of the death toll, and that the United States has more confirmed deaths than any nation on the planet, the president and his ilk don’t even take a second to reflect. They simply say “China is lying!” or “Per capita there are countries that are far worse off!” Imagine if a loved one of yours died — and the net sum of empathy you got from a large swath of Americans was “well, when you look at it per capita, it’s not nearly as bad as you think.” And it’s not just the death toll. It’s the lack of… humanity, to borrow Herbert Morrison’s word. The president excitedly list of names of “great” and “legendary” CEOs at every single one of his press briefings. He doesn’t cite the names of the victims. He doesn’t excitedly read out the names of the heroic health care workers who are putting their lives literally on the line to help others. In fact, the only health care professionals he ever mentions by name are the ones standing on the dais with him, often wincing at his lack of humanity. If you wear a red hat, you might be inclined to dismiss this as the emotional hectoring of a liberal who doesn’t understand the economy. I appreciate the tremendous toll stay at home orders and social distancing are exacting on our economy, and I know with great clarity who will suffer the most as a result. So many people, families, neighborhoods, communities, employees, and small businesses are being economically devastated as we speak. That being said, we have the resources and the humanity to help mitigate that — though admittedly, we often fail to make this a priority). Jobs will come back. Businesses will come back. The economy will improve, and yes, the president’s cherished stock market will rebound. Is there anyone who seriously doubts that? Our nation has weathered massive financial blows in the past and we will weather this one. We will weather it if we recklessly go back to our daily routines tomorrow and send the curve we’ve been working so hard to bend skyrocketing. But, we will also weather it if we take the more medically and scientifically informed approach of waiting to go back to our daily routines until it is safe to do so, for the sake of… humanity. There are those on social media who post with great outrage everyday the horrors of this disease. And by “horrors,” sadly, I don’t mean the tragic death toll. Instead, they express their outrage that their governor has stripped away their right to gather on a beach or go to a paint store. They bemoan the tremendous detrimental effect this will have on the economy. And the more partisan ones even go far as to suggest the stay at home orders are a coordinated effort to embarrass Trump and cost him his re-election. I don’t know if it’s top down. Maybe they are attracted to Trump entirely because he is just like them. I don’t know if their views would be different if the president showed more empathy, compassion, humanity (there’s that word again), or true leadership. It sure would be nice to find out. I believe in my heart that the president is an outlier. There are more like him than I would have hoped, but I still think he and his ilk are outliers. Most of us feel the pain of the death and suffering our fellow humans are going through. It may come from imagining the horror of getting a positive diagnosis ourselves and wondering if we might need hospitalization. And if we need hospitalization, wondering if we’ll end up in ICU or in need of a ventilator, or that we might never leave that hospital. And maybe it is truly feeling for others, understanding their anguish and horror. What still haunts me is that there’s something about our nation today — something about our culture — that makes it seem like there aren’t any Herbert Morrisons being stopped dead in their tracks by this tragedy because they can no longer speak. It makes many of us mourn the loss of our humanity. In fact, to borrow a phrase from someone, you can’t mourn it any stronger than we are mourning it. How “Oh, The Humanity” Became “Oh. Humanity?” was originally published in Extra Newsfeed on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.
