Coronavirus Compared to 9/11
The remembrance for 9/11 was just a few days ago. All of us alive at the time and old enough to know what was going on, knows where we were and what we were doing at the time the World Trade Center towers were hit.
For me, it was sheer disbelief. It was an accident. No one in their right minds would deliberately fly an airliner into a building. The idea was so monstrous none of us could get our minds around it. But they did. On purpose. With malice aforethought. It took me all day to come to grips with it. All. Day.
All day of not being able to call my husband. All day of jammed lines so I couldn’t call my daughter. All day of constant circuit busy phone signals so I couldn’t call my siblings or my parents. No one in my family was even near New York City, or that field in Pennsylvania, or the Pentagon, but just the same, I wanted to call my family. I needed to hear how they were doing — what were they thinking. I only had my co-workers. All of them moving like zombies from one office to another, trying to get a grasp of the enormity of the carnage.
Why do I bring this up? Because nineteen years later we still mourn the deaths of those three thousand plus people. The people in the buildings. The people on the aircraft. The first responders. Even the search and rescue dogs. It still hurts.
Now let’s look at the pandemic we’re all living through. We’re right at the cusp of reaching 200,000 dead in just the United States. How many more are permanently disabled due to the organ damage they have sustained even after surviving is still a guess. Thousands, perhaps? Only time will tell.
What we do know now is that our President deliberately downplayed the problem. He knew. KNEW! That the virus was airborne and highly contagious. He knew it would have a high death rate. Still. He kept it quiet. No warning so people could protect themselves. No mobilization of the medical community. No ramping up of FEMA or any other disaster response we depend on the government to employ. Nope. Just hope for a miracle that it would all just disappear one day.
What has this got to do with 9/11? Just this. We still remember, nineteen years later, the 3,000+ dead. Now, though, there are 200,000 dead. You know how many 9/11’s that is? Sixty-six point six, 9/11’s. Since March, that’s seven months, counting September. Just about ten 9/11’s per month. A little more than two per week.
Do you think we’d be sitting on our asses arguing about whether or not it was a hoax if it was airliners crashing into skyscrapers twice a week? Hell no! We’d have mobilized months ago. We’d have figured out the causes, who was responsible, how to fix it. We’d have worked like crazy to protect our people. We’d have done something — anything, before we’d have let 200,000 people die. Didn’t want to panic the American public my ass.
This death toll is laid directly at President Trump’s doorstep. His blatant disregard for human life, for the life of the people of the United States, is malicious. You need to understand that this President doesn’t give a crap about the American working class man, woman, or child. You’re less that the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, as I heard one person describe it to me. You need to remember this. Unless you are one of the top one-half of one percent of the wealthiest people in the U.S, Trump doesn’t care what happens to you. He’d just as soon that you die and get out of his way.
So, yes. Remember his callous disregard for your health, the health of your family, the health of your friends, the health of your co-workers, and the health of your community. He could care less unless you’re the poor schmuck making his burgers for him. Remember this on November 3rd. It will only get worse if he is re-elected.