Sort of.
Late last Sunday I landed in New York City’s JFK Airport. From International Arrivals I went straight
to my bed battling a sine wave fever, chills, shakes, headaches, nagging aches
and pains all over my precious little body, a sore throat, and an ever souring
disposition (“a big yes on that one” sayeth she who must be obeyed), all of
which kept me confined to my apartment for the week. Until a trip to a doctor
on Friday to happily learn most of the rest of me is fine, I hadn’t seen more
than the view from my window, and from the street level sounds below for all I
knew I could still be in Athens where I caught the &^%$ bug.
I guess it could have been worse. If I’d flown in this Sunday (tomorrow) with
the same symptoms, there’s no telling where I’d be. Quite possibly in quarantine at Bellevue Hospital.
That’s not meant to be a joke.
Homeland Security has beefed up immigration operations to
include temperature testing in certain situations. And each of us knows why. I don’t even have to
mention the word. The situation is alarming and the country is taking it
seriously. At least the media is reacting as if it is whether or not the people
on the street quite get it yet.
I see actual concern—fear is too strong a word—in the eyes
of some of the journalists covering the story.
Of course, crisis always attracts political opportunists, and with
Congressional Elections looming a little more than three weeks away, they’re
out in droves, some brandishing petitions screaming “close our borders to those
diseased places.”
I wonder if those same folks would have been on the side of
the Indians back in 1492? Nah, I see
them as more likely standing shoulder to shoulder with the mighty ostrich,
prepared at the first sign of danger to bury their heads in the sand.
Opportunistic fear mongering aside, “What’s going on here?”
Two nights ago I heard an articulate leader of an
international relief organization offer an empirical assessment of the state of
our world. She didn’t mean to make it
sound that way, but that’s how it came across to me.
She said human relief disasters are measured on a scale from
one through three, with three the most serious.
In the past, the worst world situation her organization had seen
involved two level-three crises at one time.
Currently there are six. That’s three times more than anything she’d ever
seen before. “It’s all hands on deck
time,” she called it.
Like I said, “What’s going on here?”
Some suggest Nostradamus was right and the end is near, he
was just off by a couple of years. (I know, he never actually predicted the end
of the world or mentioned 2012, but try telling that to the end of the world
folk.)
It’s now up to our world leaders to prove the doomsayers wrong
and keep their respective nations’ ostrich heads under control. The best way to achieve that is with a
Marshall Plan of mandatory remedial playschool in which all world leaders learn
how to play well with others. But as
that’s an impossibility, the next most likely effective method of galvanizing the
world into united action is by appealing to the single trait shared by virtually
all political types in their DNA: protect your personal self-interests above
all else.
The six level-three relief situations plaguing our world at
this moment continue to inflict massive, horrid suffering in their
regions. But only one directly threatens
devastating consequences to all parts of the globe, regardless of political
alignments.
Again, we all know what that one is called.
Indecisiveness in addressing the epidemic confronting West
Africa has brought the world to the brink of pandemic. More of the same will bring the horror of
West Africa to Westphalia, Westminster, Ouest Paris, West Texas…. No place will
be safe.
Will corrupt opportunists in the suffering West African
countries seek to profit off the world’s generosity no matter the additional
suffering their greed inflicts on their countrymen? Of course, it happens in
every disaster. I shall now pause to
draw a breath so as to not make some injudicious reference to Haiti.
But at the most basic—call it selfish—level, what choice
does the world have? Medical
professionals on the ground appear united on where this is headed, and public perception
is simmering toward panic. Look at the demonstrations in Spain by health
workers, or in England by folks who clean the planes of flights out of West
Africa.
This is a matter of physical self-preservation, and it is
time for those in charge to realize that and act accordingly. The “it can’t
happen here” or “it only happens to those who do things we don’t” mentality
won’t work in this instance. There’s no
psychological safe haven for denying the risk you have at contracting Ebola.
There, I said it, Ebola.
Sorry folks, but if you breathe, touch, swallow, or simply have eyes or
a cut on your skin you’re at risk. Learn
about how it spreads, its commonly confused symptoms, and mortality rates on
this CNN
video.
We damn well better press our governments to do all that they
can to battle and defeat Ebola on its current home turf. Otherwise, as surely
as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, in the not too distant
future Ebola will make it into neighborhoods where we say, “I’m home.”
God forbid.
People act.
Jeff—Saturday
Well said, Jeff.
ReplyDeleteI was going to post some other thoughts, but decided they weren't appropriate for a public forum. Maybe I'll send you a private email, Jeff... (See: I *do* have *some* self-control!)
Interesting. I attended a lecture recently by a Dr who was an Ebola specialist. He worked for Medicine Without Frontiers. It was a long and very complex lecture. Basic points- if it is custom to put dead bodies out on the street, that is problematic. Treating the victim with triple gloves on, trying to inject serum is very problematic. Working in plastic tents, negative air pressure in intense heat is problematic - twenty mins max and the masks steam up. Then thirty minutes to get decontaminated then re steralised and gowned up.
ReplyDeleteWith good nutrition, good housing, adequate means of isolating the affected and good medical support of the body systems of those affected meant the mortality rate dropped significantly. But that costs money.
Well put and to the point, Caro. As usual. It is your last paragraph that the rest of the world must bring to the battle...or find that the battle has come to them.
DeleteA very timely post, Jeff. This is a big deal and it will be hard to contain. Just think back to the swine flu saga. There we knew where it started, and we were onto it almost immediately. Yet in a matter of weeks it was all around the world. Fortunately it turned out not to be much worse than any other flu. Of course, the big difference is that Ebola doesn't spread through the air. At least, not yet.
ReplyDeleteMichael, you've put your finger on one of the two factors I understand pandemic experts fear most: Airborne contagion. This one isn't quite there yet, as the infectious fluids dispersed by a cough or sneeze don't quite qualify it as airborne. But here's the big concern at the moment (I think). It comes from a conversation I had a few years back with a friend selected by the governor of a large east coast state to coordinate the state's response to the bird flu scare. He told me he wasn't all that worried about it because those who contracted it in Asia died very quickly, not giving the patient much of a chance to spread the illness to others. He said the time to worry is when cases began appearing not in concentrated clusters, but in many different locales, for that meant it's contagious before the symptoms are debilitating...or perhaps even noticeable. T
DeleteQuite right, Jeff. The concern about Ebola is that there are multiple strains and it seems to mutate quite quickly. We both used the word "yet", and that's scary.
ReplyDeleteOne of my published books is on the subject of plague as a literary theme. I discuss the bubonic plague, syphilis, the 1919 flu pandemic, and AIDS. I was interested in how across centuries in Western lit the word "self" in "self-preservation" was understood. For that would affect responses to plague. My favorite novel is Camus' La Peste, which despite its grim subject, ends with the most beautiful tribute to human love that I have ever read.
ReplyDeleteI suggest a quiet read of I am Pilgrim.
ReplyDeleteYes, doctor. Yes, I'm certain that would be a calming experience.
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