Covid, One Friday the 13th to Another

Eight months. No learning. No leadership.

Friday, March 13, 2020.

That’s the day the Covid-19 pandemic really began for my family. Even though we knew it was coming by then, that was the day my kids came home from school, not to return for the remainder of the 2019-20 school year.

Very little learning got done after that despite teachers’ best efforts to deliver distance learning via the Internet.

Friday, November 13, 2020.

Today, eight months later, our so-called leaders (as a group) have proven they’ve done very little learning, either.

When the numbers – infection rates, positivity rates, hospitalizations, deaths – get as bad as they have been over the past several weeks, it’s time to take decisive preventative actions. Elected officials should have learned by now that, with Covid-19, waiting until symptoms show up in a given group of people, infections accelerate in a specific town or state, or deaths rise to even more shocking levels is too little too late.

As a nation we should be closing schools, cancelling church services, stopping high school and collegiate athletics, mandating masks with financial penalties for failure to comply, sending workers home.

Because the United States of America is now, to quote a national health journalist, in “a humanitarian crisis.”

Doctors Without Borders is here. Doctors Without Borders, here, in the United States of America. Surreal.

And winter hasn’t even really started yet. As the weather gets colder we’ll be inside more and more, the virus will spread faster and faster, and this crisis will get worse and worse.

We need action now, not two weeks or a month from now.

Eight months, no learning….

Surreal.

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