I don't know what it's like in your neighborhood, but here the coronavirus is getting closer and scarier every day. Our governor has put in new lockdown orders, a couple of friends and relatives are awaiting the results of covid tests, and this morning a contact tracer from our local health department called to say a visitor to PYRO Gallery on Saturday just tested positive.
The person taking the gallery shift this afternoon said she would make a point of wiping down all the doorknobs, light switches, furniture and fixtures. I had a disconnect when I read her message. A few hours earlier I had read in the New York Times that the public health people now have concluded that there is "little to no evidence that contaminated surfaces can spread the virus."
In other words, all the ostentatious deep cleaning, all the guys in hazmat suits spraying down airports, all the washing of cans and bottles from the grocery, all the three-day quarantining of mail, probably didn't accomplish much in the way of keeping us safe.
How does this happen -- the conventional wisdom from March turns out to be mostly wrong in November? I think there are two elements in play.
First is that in March we knew so little about the coronavirus and how it operates, so we seized upon the few things we could pin down and measure. Somebody in a lab somewhere determined that a virus particle could live on a surface for days, so it seemed like a no-brainer to splash bleach on all the surfaces you could think of. Couldn't hurt, right? And then when later scientific experiments and observations realized that the real danger comes from the airborne particles from sneezing, coughing, singing, yelling and otherwise breathing hard, it's hard to make people forget the terrified response that used to seem like a good idea.
But second, wiping down surfaces quickly became security theater. You know, like making everybody take their shoes off to get through airport security, even though there never has been another shoe bomber since that one nut job was caught in 2001, even in all the countries of the world where you don't have to take off your shoes.
It's one thing when those in power deliberately use security theater to put on a show of concern and action, even while they're doing very little about the real dangers. I'd put taking-off-shoes in that category. And I'd put some of the hazmat disinfection efforts by businesses in that category as well, as if wiping down the doorknob or the assembly line makes up for failure to have employees keep proper distance, failure to enforce mask wear, or failure to test and trace infections among workers or customers.
But what's really unfortunate is when we use security theater against ourselves. When we spend lots of time and money on Clorox wipes and think our families are safe because we scrubbed the sink twice since breakfast. Or the flip side -- when we persuade ourselves that masks don't stop the virus, that it's only security theater; when we persuade ourselves that a big Thanksgiving dinner is OK because we're only inviting our family members, and canceling festivities is only security theater; when we persuade ourselves that God won't let us get sick when we go to church, and online or at-home worship is only security theater.
I know it's hard to keep up with the changing dos and don'ts of the pandemic. In March they were telling us to scrub the canned tuna but don't bother to wear a mask. In November they're telling us to wear a mask everywhere but don't bother with the bleach. It takes time and energy to keep up with the changing advice, and people who don't trust scientists may not follow it anyway.
So as a result, here we are today -- 57 million people sick around the globe, 1.3 million dead, more sick and dead in the United States than in any other country. I say there's a particular place in hell for those who mislead us into doing the wrong things, or who urge us to do whatever we want, as if there were no pandemic at all.
Wear your masks, people! But probably don't bother with the Clorox.