My great uncle Matty died a few weeks ago at the age of 95. I remember him primarily as a genius at whittling; he made a tiny mouse I used to love to play with as a child. And today, I will be missing the Budget speech — for the first time in 20 years — to be at Matty’s memorial service.
But I am frightened to be paying my respects to this much loved old man: frightened because it will be a gathering of dozens of people in their seventies and eighties, and I can’t know if they will be safe there, however many times I wash my hands.
Coronavirus has sent a shudder of fear through our society about interacting with others. There’s that moment when you reach out automatically to shake the hand of a friend or colleague, or exchange a hug. And then you pause. You wonder if they’ll think you timid if you pull back — or will they be horrified if you press ahead? We giggle awkwardly, we touch our elbows, and then the next person we greet charges in with a kiss on the cheek and you wonder why you bothered. Everyone we meet could be the carrier, even the people we love the most.
An argument broke out on my local internet forum about how we can best look after the elderly. One kind woman wanted to launch a new initiative where we all reached out to the older people on our streets and asked if they needed any help — could we pick up groceries, or just make sure they’re not lonely if they want to stay in to keep safe. But soon others pointed out that visiting is more likely to harm than to help, by exposing them to people who may unwittingly be carrying the disease. After all, one of the key factors in keeping our schools open is the fear that, without them, grandparents would end up looking after grandchildren, and getting infected that way.
That’s why I’m so baffled by those who see this epidemic as a corrective that will restore communitarianism, as we abandon global supply chains and go back to self-reliance. I see the exact opposite happening, as we all retreat into digital fortresses. The people who are smugly content right now are not communitarians. They’re the “extremely online” millennials who are as happy in confinement as anywhere, so long as they can get to Tiktok. And the hyper libertarian preppers who’ve been stocking extra loo paper for decades, and buried their gold somewhere in the woods.
The lesson thus far is that if you rely on other people, you’re at risk. As this crisis continues, we will be pushed to do more and more online. We will distance ourselves from physical contact in favour of virtual interaction. Those who persist with the kissing and the hugging will start to be pariahs.
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SubscribeOK for the uninitiated what on earth is Tick Tock?
As someone over 65 I guess I am disposable? Having survived the US Russian tensions of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s I do wish folk would calm down and stop the wasted effort on trying to blame people.
The Sun will still come up tomorrow.
Scientists and Engineers are currently working hard on solving the current problem the solution of which will not necessarily be immediate as media pundits would have us believe.