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America's Two Pandemics
And How They Mixed and Matched

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Imagine that you were experiencing all of this (and by this, I mean our lives right now) as if it were a novel, Ã la Daniel Defoe's A Journal of the Plague Year. The famed author of Robinson Crusoe Defoe claimed it had been written by the fictional Crusoe himself was five years old in 1665. That was when a year-long visitation of the bubonic plague decimated London. It probably killed more than 100,000 of that city's residents or 15% of its population. As for Defoe, he published his "journal" in 1722, 57 years later. He wrote it, however, as if he (or his unidentified protagonist) had recorded events as they were happening in the way that all of us, whatever our ages, have been witnessing the ravages of the many variants of Covid-19 in our own all-too-dismantled lives.

Still, give Defoe credit. As a grown-up, he may not have lived through the worst version of a plague to hit that capital city since the Black Death of 1348. He did, however, capture much that, four centuries later, will seem unnervingly familiar to us, living as we are in a country savaged by a pandemic all our own. We can only hope that, 57 years from now, on a calmer planet, some twenty-first-century version of Defoe will turn our disaster into a memorable work of fiction (not that Louise Erdrich hasn't already taken a shot at it in her new novel, The Sentence). Sadly, given so much that's happening right now from the mad confrontation over Ukraine to the inability to stop this world from heating to the boiling point, that calmer future planet seems unlikely indeed.

Call me a masochist, but at 77, in relative isolation in New York City as the omicron variant of Covid-19 ran wild hitting a peak here of 50,000 cases a day I read Defoe's novel. All too much of it seemed eerily familiar: stores shutting down, nightlife curtailed, people locked in their houses, others looking desperately to none-too-wise figures for any explanation but a reasonable one about what was happening to them. And so it went then and so it's largely gone now.

I mean, a passage like this one on the way so many Londoners reacted to the plague should still ring a bell, no?

""[N]ow led by their fright to extremes of folly" they ran to conjurers and witches, and all sorts of deceivers to know what should become of them (who fed their fears, and kept them always alarmed and awake on purpose to delude them and pick their pockets)" running after quacks and montebanks" for medicines and remedies; storing themselves with such multitudes of pills, potions, and preservatives, as they were called, that they not only spent their money but even poisoned themselves beforehand for fear of the poison of the infection."

Hey, in our time, from key figures on the right we've heard far too much about what Defoe referred to, so many centuries ago and all too ironically, as "infallible preventive pills against the plague." After all, our previous president recommended that Americans use the anti-malarial drug hydroxychloroquine against Covid-19. ("'I think people should [take hydroxychloroquine],' he told reporters at a White House press briefing on Saturday. 'If it were me, in fact, I might do it anyway. I may take it" I have to ask my doctors about that. But I may take it.'") Similarly, Fox News and various Republicans continued to plug the use of the anti-parasitic drug Ivermectin, normally given to livestock, as a miracle cure. (Neither of those drugs was anything of the sort, of course.)

In a way, in these last two years, so many of us have felt almost Robinson Crusoe-like, stranded on our own islands in the middle of a hell on Earth. We are, it seems, whatever our ages, the Covid generation, living either in painful isolation or in shoulder-to-shoulder danger of the scariest kind. But here's the even stranger thing: Defoe and his compatriots suffered only one terrifying illness, the bubonic plague, known in earlier years as the Black Death for the black sores or "buboes" it caused on necks, in armpits, and in the groin.

To my mind, there is one thing that makes us different. We've been suffering through not one, but two plagues or pandemics in this country. Anyone in a Defoe-like mood would, I suspect, have to write two journals of the plague years to cover this painfully all-American moment of ours.

In one, as in Defoe, a spreading, shape-shifting disease would be our common enemy. After all and we may be anything but done Covid-19 in all its variants has so far killed, by my rough estimate, one of every 300 Americans and, according to the New York Times, one of every 100 of us who is 65 or older. Though the official figure for deaths stands at a staggering 886,000 Americans and continues to rise by a couple of thousand a day, the real total is undoubtedly well over a million by now, in itself a stunning disaster.

And yet, in this same period, we've been living through another kind of pandemic as well. Think of it as a rabid political pandemic also ravaging the country and, worse yet, using the first pandemic as a kind of growth hormone.

Pandemic Two

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