How DID Trump’s Mishandling Of COVID-19 Information Shape Current Numbers?

COVID-19 officially hit cruises like The Diamond Princess around the early part of the year. These cruises would carry people across various parts of the world with newly infected people walking the virus to their home shores. News has surfaced from a recent video with President Trump talking about the severity of the virus.

What we now know:

Trump knew the 7th of February that the COVID-19 disease was airborne.

He also knew how dangerous the virus was and that the virus was killing both young people.

With this information going public, we now have to look back at what happened around that time regarding the outbreak. At the end of January Trump placed a ban on people coming from China due to the virus. This informs us that he knew something before February. The bans on other nations being hit by COVID-19 did not take place until after the beginning of March.

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The beginning response to COVID-19 looked pretty textbook at the end of January. It would appear that everything was being implemented to prevent the spread behind the scenes. However, the problems start in February due to implementing things that should have taken place early that month. It took Trump over a month for his travel ban regarding China to include other parts of the world.

By this time, you still had cruises in the water and people walking around not having accurate information about the virus. As he was declaring COVID-19 a national emergency in the second week of March, he was coming off a rally downplaying the severity of the virus, by saying it was a hoax.

Perhaps it was moments like these that helped create the largest gap in understanding what the virus could do, and how the virus could upset life. Off and on, Trump would publicly struggle to define COVID-19 as the monster he privately referred to it as being in the infamous interview. In many cases, those missed chances to declare the virus as the true danger to the American public presented the American people a false sense of safety. It would be the deciding factor in how many American families would choose to protect themselves, or not protect themselves from COVID-19.

At the end of the day, Trump defended his decision by summing it as a means of trying to prevent panic. Yet, every day he tries to push panic in our homes and lives by turning us against each other. Yet the spin continues.

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Two weeks had vanished without any calls or text. Sloan slowly closed her apartment door and made her way to the front of her building. Patience had never been a word she would have used to describe herself. Without giving her next move anymore thought, she took off walking in the direction of the clinic. Within a matter of minutes, the building came into view with boards covering the windows and a large chain wrapped around the front door. Sloan paused in a near panic and slowly walked around to the other side of the building. A large red leasing sign covered a side window.

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“Are you just now seeing it?”

Sloan jumped a little at the sound of the voice. “Yes, what about you?”

Norma walked towards Sloan and frowned. “No, I noticed it a couple of days ago. I guess we were scammed.”

        “No, I saw the company on TV, and it was in all the papers.” Sloan shook her head and looked back at the window. “Besides, I read testimonies from people who have used them in the past.”

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        “I could come up with a phony website and write a bunch of garbage testimonies. I knew it was too good to be true,” continued Norma.

          Sloan walked back to the front of the building. “Maybe they met their quota for this area. It could be anything, we are jumping to conclusions. I mean they could still call us, they said two or three weeks.”

          “Well, here’s my number just in case you lost it the last time I gave it to you. Will you call me if you hear anything?”

           Sloan took the card and quickly grabbed a small piece of paper out of her bag and wrote her number down as well. “I will call if I hear anything, but if you hear something first, could you please let me know?”

          Norma nodded and both women went their separate ways.

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  A few more weeks had rushed by and Sloan had not heard anything from the company or Norma. Life was normal at least post virus normal. There were no more shopping trips to her favorite Asian market or walks in her adored arboretum. There were however frequent briefings on tips to avoid the virus and the occasional message of law and order from President Filmore. The days seemed longer now that the chance of having a baby was no longer on the table. Sloan put down her laptop and opened her frayed purse. Norma’s number was still neatly folded in the side of her wallet. Within a matter of seconds, Sloan unfolded the card and picked up her phone. “No, I need this.” She looked back at the number and preceded to dial the digits.

“Hello,” said Norma.

“Norma, it’s Sloan! I wanted to call you…”

Norma shouted into the phone. “THANK GOODNESS, I am so glad you called me. I didn’t know if I should have called or not. I am so glad you called. I’m guessing you were called back too!”

Sloan paused.

“I wanted to call after my first appointment, but I thought it would be better to wait for your call because you don’t really seem like the sharing type.”

The room started to spin. Sloan felt the heat rising from her shoulders to her neck. Trying to maintain her balance, she backed up against the sofa and braced herself. “I didn’t get a phone call. I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out because I haven’t been out in a while.”

This time Norma paused on the other line. “I feel like a real ass right now. I thought you were calling because they contacted you.”

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“No, I guess they didn’t want me in the program.”

“Well, maybe they will call later. The lady who contacted me said they were late and that they were trying to get a new building for the people moving to the next stage in the treatment. At least give me a chance to do something nice for you. I feel really shitty for blabbing like I did.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me cook your dinner.”

Sloan held the phone away from her ear and looked down at a little black bug as it rushed over a small folded piece of her carpet. “I guess I could come over for a little.”

Norma’s smile could be heard through the phone. “Great! Give me like 45 minutes and I will have spaghetti and meatballs ready.”

America’s Great Decline

Today we live in a new America. We are seeing things in the news that we’ve never seen before. We are seeing armies marching our streets and armed men kidnapping people under the orders of Trump. While all of this is going on, our communities are being lit on fire by COVID-19.

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Nothing seems innocent anymore. We no longer trust each other, I fear for the future. In some instances many of us seem to be on edge due to a feeling of unrest, which seems to get more uncomfortable as the days go by. A few days ago my daughter and I went walking in our park. I noticed a van parked under a tree and a feeling that I haven’t felt in ages crept up once again. I felt fear for my safety and my daughter’s safety because the person sitting on the ground happened to be a white woman with a dog.

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I immediately grabbed onto my daughter and pulled her away from the area. After I made it home, I processed my feelings and started thinking about another time those kind of feelings showed up. It was right after 9/11 when a row full of Middle Eastern men started filling into the seats next to me. I went into a near panic mode and tried to friend the men to death! By the time the flight was over people thought I was married to the man next to me. I vowed to never again let that type of irrational fear dictate my actions.

Sadly, in the park, I repeated that process. However, this time I didn’t even try to go up and spark a conversation, I simply raced off with my child before words could be spoken. Maybe I will see the lady again at the park minus her dog and then I can say hello. I will be eagerly awaiting another chance to be the person I want to be.

Fear is the fuel for prejudice, so we must fight against letting fear overtake our hearts. Good Night.