Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski

A year ago the World Health Organization (WHO) called the new pandemic in our world. This one was given the name Coronawirus-19, simply from the given name of the new, unknown to human organism, pathogen.

Now, after twelve months, we can come to some conclusions, reflections. It was the first world pandemic that truly and without any mercy affected every society, every corner of the world. It didn’t recognize any differences : alike to all humans. It is true, as we also learnt during that times, that certain groups of people were more likely to develop serious illness, that some were more prone than other to die from it. A lot still needs to be studied and decipher.  Not being an epidemiologist or even a biologist, I can rely only on the barrage of daily news and tidbits of scientific opinions offered to the public.

It was noticed, for example, that black and brown populations were more susceptible to it, also Native communities of North America. So far I take it with a very big grain of salt and think that some assumptions are way too hasty and unproven. Especially the ones based on skin colour (what used to be called ‘race’, which is false, for all human form one and the same race: the human race) or continental ethnicity. At the same time it was proven that old or very old people were the most likely to die from that illness caused by Covid19. Also proven more likely to fell ill, were people on the lower scale of economic ladder. Simply put it: the poorer you were the bigger were the chance of getting infected and developing the illness; and more infections in any particular group logically led to more deaths.

That, for me, suggest different picture, not based on the colour of your skin:  since  (on average) the brown and black population (also the Native one) in North America and in Europe has the largest percentage of underprivileged people – it seems clear that not a ‘race’ but poverty was the main culprit and ‘attraction’ for the virus. And, of course, very old age, which by itself makes us much weaker to combat the virus and much easier to succumb to it finally (death).

Argument that even wealthy black or brown or Native people got sick more often than white ones is rather unscientific. If you are black/brown/native you are much more likely to socialize with other people, who are black/brown/native, then an average white person. Therefor it is reasonable to assume that you chances of acquiring the virus are much higher.

The logical conclusion – again, for me – is that the actual predominant of Covid19 effectiveness was not ‘race’ but economic and social status.

And why that would be an important conclusion? Logic comes to guide me once more: that difference is possible to be eliminated or at least very effectively curbed by smart social policies and government actions. People are born black/white/brown because of nature, genetics. Any government or societal action can’t change it. The same people are born or become poor mainly because of lack of good social policies, not because of genes. And changing these policies would not only be smart but also economically good for society at large. I am not talking about lofty philosophical ideas: more education=smarter people; more business opportunities; less crime; wider horizons. No, very simple fact – poverty is extremely expensive for economy and society. Especially the latter. If majority (apart from very old residents of Seniors Care Centres – but that’s a subject I will return to later) of hospitalizations came from poor people – it translated to easily hundreds of millions of dollars in health spending. Just in Canada, a relatively (by population) small country.

If we want to avoid such catastrophic costs in the next pandemic (and it is coming soon, as all scientists in related fields are warning), we must fix that problem as soon as possible. Or we all are going to be left with the astronomical bill again.

The insanely low wages for menial or entry jobs (for poorer people the ‘entry’ is also their ‘exit’ job as they are unlikely to get much better one in their life); perennial lack of good social housing; increasingly higher prices for private rental apartments; still largely underdeveloped accessible and not overpriced public transport, makes their chances of escaping poverty even more elusive.  Totally different subject is the abnormal value of real estate properties (own house or condo). The four/five and seven hundred thousand dollars for home or condo in Halifax is just as big an absurd, as one/two or three million dollars house in Vancouver or Toronto. These are averaged prices, not the so called high value properties. When you compare what Vancouver has to offer vice versa the same offer in Halifax – both of the real estate markets are not based on reality. That market will collapse, sooner or later. And we will have another, not a biological but economical epidemic. But that’s a separate subject. Related but not entirely. After all, really not all people want to own a property. But all need affordable and safe housing.

That was my view today on that one year ‘pandemic anniversary’.  It has shown the true cost for society in economic terms. And the root causes of the cost in dollars and lives lost. Lost, in part at least, because of economic inequalities. Inequalities that could be fixed or better controlled. Again – the cost will fall on all of us. In that, I’m in full agreement with famous politician (very disliked by me and the one partially to be blamed for raising poverty in all western countries), Margaret Thatcher: the government uses your money, it doesn’t have any of its own.

I have written here few times in the past about the incomprehensible tragedy that happened in Seniors Care Centres. Not only in Canada. In many, if not all, developed countries. The Care Centres become the killing fields for Covid. People were not only dying en mass – they were dying in horrifying, hair raising circumstances. Sometimes from hunger, malnutrition, in their own feces. Forgotten by the world. By us.

As we were slowly becoming aware of it, our horror gave wave to our anger. The governments noticed. Help from outside was given, sometime in the form of Army personnel. At moments, I was comparing it to the dire situation of Jewish ghettoes in German-occupied Europe during last world war. I know, it seem like a stretch. But the pictures we were given, the stories we read or heard were just too much to understand. How did happen? How was it possible?  How can anyone explain it to us? They were our mothers, grandmothers, fathers,  our wives,  husbands, friends.  They were people. Old, fragile, often fragile mentally and not able to understand why it is happening to them, why no one helps them? I still can’t think of it without anger, without shame, without  overpowering sadness.  But we were told things will change. Only once we get a hand of it, once we start to control it. Once … . Few months later, when the second wave came it brought back the same terrible misery to many of the same places. Truly, I can’t comprehend it.  What the hell happened to the provincial governments, the ministers of health, social services, seniors services?! Have the old really become dispensable? Like a piece of old furniture left to elements in the shed or in some dark corner of the courtyard? I am still waiting for full public commissions of inquiry. Heads should roll, fines should follow (to private operators) and laws must be changed and applied (!). Effective controls established with strict follow-ups. Perhaps the time has passed to allow for profit Care Centres to operate at all? I think it did. But even if they were going to remain in that field – there has to be a fully new arrangement. And, of course, it goes back to the issues of economic  and just employment, of not paying low wages for staff tasked with the care of our old generation of Canadians. The overworked, underpaid people, who bath, change, feed  and give medicine to our parents and grandparents. For this we should insist on judging our provincial governments and our premiers. As they like to say: the buck stops there.  It does. That’s the price of leadership. Or the cost of lack of leadership.

A year after the start of the pandemic, we can finally see the beginning of the end of it. A very, very long and difficult year. Like no other for most of us. The vaccination arrives every week, massive inoculation will follow anytime now. Some provinces might see a big change even before summer ends. But we must, before we run to beaches, airports, restaurants, we must follow up on our collective resolve to fix things. To make it better. To be ready, when the next big one comes. We must demand that all governments do what is absolutely necessary to change things, the things that can and should be fixed. Or change the governments.  After all is said and done, we are still in our country the masters, the owners and the employers of all elected politicians. And we pay them much more, than they pay the caregivers of our parents, grandparents and old friends.  Perhaps we should offer them new pay scale, at par with the caregivers.