New Yorkers are hardy souls and we have already experienced time suspended on 9/11. Back then, nothing felt as if it would ever be the same—and it hasn’t, not really—and yet, life returned to “normal.”
The Wuhan (Corona) Virus is not the first or even worst pandemic the world has ever known.
Between 1918-1920, 50 million people all over the world died of Spanish Influenza.
The Black Death or Bubonic Plague (really, the “terrible” death), decimated between 50-75 million people or more in Eurasia, in waves, over ten centuries. It was caused by infected black rats which fleas fed upon before they landed on humans.
From 1629 to 1631, it was known as the Italian plague and it humbled Italy. Northern Italians then—as now, were more susceptible than southern Italians. Venice lost about 33% of its population; Milan lost 46%; and Verona, 61%. Florence lost only 12% of its people. Quarantines were imposed and the penalties for disobeying the rules were exceedingly severe.
As Florentines died, they were carried to mass pits and buried one on top of the other. Petrarch, poet most divine, lived in Florence during these plague years. He wrote: “Oh happy posterity, who will not experience such abysmal woe and will look upon our testimony as a fable.”
And now, the world is again at the mercy of a new pandemic. My friend and colleague, Giulio Meotti, lives in Italy and has “barricaded” himself in his apartment, self-quarantined, as he tolls the rising infection and death counts in his country. As of March 13th, he writes that “we have exceeded 1,000 deaths in just two and a half weeks of contagion.” The are nearly 25,000 confirmed cases in Italy as of this writing.
Meotti describes his life: “I have been at home, taking care of my children, working and teaching them as well, because schools have been closed for a month. When I take out the garbage, I wear gloves. When I go to the supermarket, glove, mask, and antibacterial gel. I shop for my mother-in-law and leave the food at the door, to not endanger her just in case I get infected.”
Is it possible that I will never again visit the fountains of Rome, the Venetian canals, the museums of Florence, beautiful Sicily and Capri?
Arguably, the United States is behind Italy only by eight days.
On January 20th of this year, the first known case of Wuhan Virus was announced in Seattle. Over the last six weeks, 4,141 cases have been confirmed and 71 deaths have taken place across the United States.
Bit by bit, over time, people are beginning to self-quarantine; city after city are on lockdown; schools, churches, synagogues, temples, child care centers, libraries, museums, opera houses, movie theaters, Broadway—Disneyland!, the Saint Patrick’s Day Parade!—gyms, casinos, bars and restaurant (except for take out and deliveries) have been shut down; courts are contemplating skeleton staffs for emergencies only. Conferences, and professional meetings have been cancelled. Hospitals and pharmacies remain open; grocery stores too, except for fewer hours so that they have time to sanitize and re-sanitize their shelves.
Small business employers in NYC are worried sick about how long they will be able to pay their staffs if they themselves are not being paid and how quickly and efficiently the promised government coverage will kick in.
Employees are worried about how they will be able to pay their bills if their paychecks stop coming.
The parents quarantined at home with small children are trying to set up virtual play dates and praying for good enough weather so that parentally supervised playing in a park (with gloves on) can commence.
Friends and acquaintances are worried about whether their doctors will be able to see them for a routine test, for minor surgical procedures, or for non-virus related emergencies.
Last night, a cyber attack was launched against America’s Health and Human Services system that was meant to slow the agency’s response to the Wuhan (corona) virus but luckily, it failed to do so. And thus, terrorism and other evils have already reared their Satanic heads. Why am I not surprised?
As for myself: Since I’m walking disabled, I’m used to staying at home until I can hitch a ride to a movie, an opera, a play, or a restaurant. These diversions are now all closed. Thus, I’ve watched one or two movies every night (God Bless Roku which gets me to every conceivable platform, including that of the Metropolitan Opera House). I’ve also sought solace in a park along the East river which I’ve visited twice in the last few days.
On Friday, March 13th, life in Manhattan seemed suspended, the streets were blessedly silent, fewer pedestrians and fewer cars were on the streets and highways. The city was therefore far less stressful. It reminded me of how the city used to feel back in the day—in the decades immediately after World War Two.
Yesterday, March 16th, a Sunday, was brilliantly sunny with soft blue skies. Children had returned to playgrounds, dogs to dog-parks, amateur athletes to their games—and yet, nothing is really the same. Unless we are willing to risk our health and our lives, we cannot see our friends and family, except outdoors. We must practice “social distancing.”
This year, our Passover rituals and meals may be virtual.
Today, Manhattan streets are quiet again, almost, but not quite deserted.
Conservative estimates of the number of possible American deaths range from 163,500 to 1.6 million. Or a lot more if we do not keep our “social distance” very, very carefully.
For the moment, all our lives have changed.