Saturday, May 02, 2020

Social Order

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Social Order

Entropy by default

A thing in motion must stay in motion
Or disintegrate like scattered light
In a crystal prism

The question must be asked
How long can the social order last
Before entropy takes hold

A system fastened together
With chicken wire and good intentions
Cannot withstand a constant pounding
Of unforgiving pressure
Without beginning to bend
And bending till it snaps

The social order is a brittle bond
An agreement among civil society
Built on hope and ideology
Philanthropy and intellect
A free press and common assumptions
Concerning the nature of civilized
Existence

The social order is under attack
The assault did not begin
With the great pandemic
It began with an assault on reason
An attack on science
An undermining of truth
A demeaning of facts

But the great pandemic has
Magnified everything exponentially
Leaving the structure of government
The institutions of democracy
The foundations of society
In tatters

The question must be asked
How long can the social order last
Before we snap

Friday, May 01, 2020

The Oath

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Oath

Ordinary people step forward
In extraordinary times
Volunteers in a time of need
Risking their own lives and families
To answer others’ desperate pleas

Some find it hard to stay home
To sacrifice their social lives
To forego their human contacts
Till a return to sanity arrives

Strike a vivid contrast
To retired nurses and doctors
Emergency medical technicians
Police firefighters pharmacists
Clerks cooks food providers

Volunteers in a time of need
Leaving their homes every morning
Laying it all on the line

They took an oath
They could take a pass
None would blame them
None would shame them

They took an oath
And they will honor it

Courage is as courage does
In the dark days of fear

Thursday, April 30, 2020

The Crowd

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Crowd

Jammed together five hundred strong
A humming energy loud and long
Sustain the force pass it around
Raise the rafters with the power of sound

Let it roar like a tractor pull
At the county fair
Like a dozen screaming Strat's
On a volume dare

There’s nothing like the roar of a crowd
Springs from the heart true and loud

Will we ever see that again?
We will never see that again

Gone with the dust gone like trust
Vanished forever like a deal gone bust

Will we ever hear that roar again?
We will never hear that roar again

Will we ever feel that force again?
We will never feel that force again

The crowd has gone home
Dried up like yesterday’s rain
The party’s over
A change has taken hold
Crazy has gone insane

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Conspiracy Line

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Conspiracy Line


The Chinese invented it to keep their people in line
The Russians set it loose to unravel mankind
The elite know the cure but they won’t put it on the vine
It’s time to check in to the conspiracy line

Though we know where it started we don’t know where it ends
We’re taking care of our families and some of our friends
I hear Putin is laughing and Elvis is fine
And business is booming on the conspiracy line

It shot across the borders and swept around the earth
Now doctors pass judgement on what life is worth
The whole world is reeling and some are going blind
While they’re having a party on the conspiracy line

At first it took the old folks now it’s taking the young
Like a song that keeps singing that’s already been sung
Everybody is dying except me and mine
But the sun keeps shining on the conspiracy line

We are walking on thin ice in the survival mode
Retreating to our bunkers to protect our abode
The death toll keeps rising like an Everest climb
While everything thrives on the conspiracy line

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

When It's Over

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



When It’s Over

When this is over we’ll get together
tip a few and toss our thoughts up
to see what comes back down

When this is over we’ll set a date
and place our hearts on the kitchen table
Speak our minds on every topic under
the sun beyond the sea within
the ever expanding universe

We’ll share our dreams our inner thoughts
We’ll speak aloud our true emotions
Lovers lost and tossed devotions
We’ll laugh until we cry and then
We’ll laugh some more
We’ll laugh again

We’ll remember every moment
that ever passed between us
like a fat joint from days gone by

We’ll laugh until we cry

I’ll stumble at the door
You’ll tell me be careful
I’ll ask you
What for?

(for Carlos)

Monday, April 27, 2020

HARD TIMES: The Fever


EXCERPT FROM HARD TIMES: THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY GOD BY JACK RANDOM



THE FEVER


I go to sleep early with Cinn snuggled at my side and awaken in the darkened, early hours of the morning with a cold sweat covering my body.  I struggle to get up and throw some water on my face but I lose the battle.  The next thing I know I’m in the community room on the cot that Oleander once occupied.  Suddenly, instead of caretaker I’m among the cared for.  I will learn firsthand the horrors of this virus that creeps into your body and holds it for as long as it can until it releases you.  One way or the other.  
At first I fight back as everyone else does, following a stubborn and irrational instinct, refusing to believe that I’ve fallen victim.  Again and again, as Jo or Zar try to talk me down, I try to get up but my body refuses.  The pain is so acute and runs so deep that any movement triggers a cascade of agony.  The fever takes hold of my mind so that I no longer know where I am or why or how I got here.  Often as not, I can’t remember who I am.  At times I think I’m being held hostage by people who want to enslave me or steal the organs of my body.  I’m being tortured.  I’m being held against my will.  I’m a soldier in the hands of an unknown enemy.  They inject me with drugs that stop me from moving or thinking or trying to escape.  They want answers but I have none.  I cannot understand their questions. 
The only thing that can bring me back to earth and reality is the worried gaze of my loyal friend and companion.  Cinn is with me constantly.  She lays her head and paws on my chest and I never doubt her purpose is to comfort and heal me.  When the mind suffers it takes little comfort.  It seizes it and casts it away.  When the body suffers it seizes pain, pulls it in and holds it like a toxic treasure.  She alone is my salvation and comfort.  She alone can ward off the unseen demons attacking my mind and body even as I sleep, even as I run, even as I hide in the darkest corners of my subconscious mind.  
The sickness comes in waves, washing over me, drowning me, dragging me through a dark landscape with shadow creatures, yellow eyes and snarling, scowling lips, surrounding and devouring me.  I’m blue flame hot and shivering cold.  Then, just as I think I can bear no more it releases me, offering a glimpse of wellness before it resumes its punishing march. 
My sickness takes a toll on everyone in the camp.  They are already numbed by the deaths they have endured and the struggle they have overcome.  I have become more than a friend.  I’m someone they have come to respect.  I’m part of their family.  I am a brother.  I never talked much about my own family before the sickness grabbed me.  I told them who they are and where they are and why I left them but that’s all.  I’m afraid that if I talk about them too much it will consume me.  I don’t want to go back until things are better, until I can be sure that my presence will not add to their hardship.  So I didn’t talk about them.  But now that I’m sick that’s all I talk about.  I fade in and out of consciousness and every time I awake I wonder where I am and I ask for Madge and Denim and Charlie.  I demand to know where they are and if they’re safe.  
Oleander holds herself personally responsible for my illness.  She believes she infected me.  Whether that’s true no one can say but she feels it.  Sooner or later what you feel becomes the truth.  She and Janis sit by my side around the clock and of course Cinn is there too.  That little dog just lies by my side with her head on my chest looking at my face for signs of life or the shadow of death.  When I wake up she licks my face and reminds me I’m loved. 
They send someone on a solar crawler to check up on my family.  They had a long discussion about whether or not to tell my wife that I’m sick and might die.  They decide not to tell her because they’re afraid she would come to care for me and the sickness would take hold of her too.  They don’t want to leave our children orphans.  They aren’t sure if it’s the right thing to do.  In her place most people would want to know.  Most of them would have wanted to know but it comes down to the children and that’s what they decided.  They just want to be able to tell me that my family is safe.  If they aren’t safe they will hold on to that knowledge until I’m fully recovered or until the end draws near.  None of them had faced such decisions in their prior lives and nothing about it comes easy.   It is the blessing and the curse of the times.  We’re not bound by the laws or the moral codes of the state, the nation or the media.  We make our own laws and live with the consequences. 
They faced the same decision regarding a professor from the university who came down to observe their progress and offer advice.  She was close to Jo and a number of other students.  Jo said that without Dr. Arakawa none of this would have happened.  She was a brilliant physicist with practical knowledge in energy systems – particularly solar energy.  She had a husband and two children who stayed behind in Davis.  She was more than pleased with what they had accomplished but she came at exactly the wrong time. 
It was the week the illness hit so no one knew how bad it would be.  She held on for a long time.  Like so many others it seemed she would recover.  She was up and walking around in late autumn.  But she had a relapse and it hit her hard.  They had already informed her family that she was ill.  They were frank about the seriousness of the illness though they were confident of her recovery chances at the time. 
Her family came immediately.  All of them.  Jo and a friend tried to stop them at the gate down the road but they wouldn’t listen.  They even had the professor write a letter to dissuade them but it seemed to have the opposite effect.  The father, a professor of sociology, tried to persuade his son and daughter to stay behind but they refused to hear it.  They were a family.  Their wife and mother was deathly ill and they would be there by her side just as she would if it was one of them.  It’s strange that intelligent and educated people, people who dedicate so much of their existence to reason, yield logic to emotion when it counts most.  I can’t say that I would do otherwise. 
Dr. Arakawa held on until Christmas.  The winter was mild but a storm came down from the mountains on Christmas Eve and held for three days.  It snowed.  The locals said it hadn’t snowed here for twenty years.  It was comforting.  Like chicken soup or fresh baked bread.  They stayed inside most of the time, sipping warm drinks and talking softly about everything that had happened and whether or not it was worth it. 
When Dr. Arakawa died Christmas morning there was a deep sense of loss.  They were gathered in the community room when the family came in and announced her passing.  Her husband said she was coherent in the last moments before her death.  She said that what we were doing was important.  Her last wish was that we should carry on and complete the work that she had helped give birth.  She said there would always be hardships but they would succeed as long as they refuse to fail.  Those were her last words:  Refuse to fail.  
Her family returned to Davis and they hadn’t heard a word since.  They could only hope and pray they hadn’t contracted the sickness. 

It’s a solemn Christmas.  Zar comes to see me around midnight.  Oleander is asleep in a chair with an open book in her lap: McCarthy’s The Road.  He talks to me in soft tones for quite a while.  He tells me what happened and how sorrow had a grip on the camp.  He says they need me to pull through now more than ever or they might not make it.  He explains how important the professor had been to everyone.  He says he feels the same way about me and he thinks the others have the same feeling.  He asks me to think about it and if I can find a way back to them I should.  After that he just stands there looking at my face, wondering what I’m experiencing, wondering if it’s selfish to ask me to think of others, thinking that somehow I understand what he’s talking about.  I do.  Somewhere in my subconscious I hear every word and I understand. 
I die a thousand agonizing deaths before I finally find my footing.  When I do, Cinn is there, licking my face, welcoming me, and Janis is tending to me.  Only a handful of people are still sick.  The others have recovered and rejoined the outside world.  When they’re certain I’m well enough, I’m allowed to go outside as well.  A few days later Jo tells me about the professor who died.  The camp is in mourning and will remain so through the winter. 
At one point Zar asks me what I remember when I was under the spell of sickness.  Most of what I remember has no words.  There were times when I felt warmth and a sense of closeness to those around me.  I couldn’t recall what was said but I knew how it felt.  It felt like someone pulling me out of a hole, a deep dark hole.  I felt gratitude.  It gave me direction and fueled my will to fight back.  I told him I remember what he said on Christmas, that I heard and understood though I was unable to respond. 
Zar is deeply moved.  He says he doesn’t know if there is a God or another life after this one.  On so many levels it doesn’t make sense.  But he feels strongly that I had gone somewhere else and made a choice to come back.  He knows it’s irrational.  It goes against everything he’s been taught by people wiser, more educated and smarter than himself.  Still he’s come to the conclusion that an individual has a choice even in death.  Jo disagrees.  If wishes and prayers could bring a person back from death they would have worked on Dr. Arakawa.  She chooses to place her faith in science and her prayers are scientific inquiries.  She is no less grateful that I survived but she refuses to attribute it to anything but loving care and the laws of probability. 
It comes down to religion. No objective observer can doubt that religion is a mixed blessing at best and a scourge on humanity at worst.  The problem with religion is orthodoxy.  When people band together and recruit others on the condition that any knowledge that is not established in orthodox beliefs must be rejected it becomes the enemy of social and personal progress and growth.  It becomes the enemy of science and a threat to social order.  Jo and Zar agree that orthodox religion should have no part in their community but that all belief systems should be regarded with absolute tolerance as long as no one is harmed or hindered in any way.  That is the unspoken creed of the Sun Camp. 
I have missed Christmas but there’s good news: my family is safe.  They’re struggling like everyone else but they’re safe.  That’s all.  They did not make contact and when they explain why, I agree.  After all we’ve been through, it is not a risk I would have taken. 
The air seems fresher, the sunlight brighter and the whole world seems a better place.  I resolve to go home as soon as I’m able.  We would work it out.  For better or worse, we would find a way to work it out.  It takes a while for Zar and Jo and Holly and the rest to persuade me that I should wait until spring when I’m fully recovered and the weather is more forgiving. 

Hard Times is available at Amazon.com.  Google Jack Random. Amazon. 

Sunday, April 26, 2020

The Gap

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Gap

A strange affliction overtakes our leaders
in times of crisis and despair
A budding gap between word and deed
from the president to the local mayor

At times like this we need plain talk
Like John Wayne in an old time western
Tell us how it is and what to do
Give us the facts and we’ll see it through

Don’t doubletalk and fish for praise
Don’t spin the world till we’re in a daze
Spit it out and tell it short and straight
We’re strong enough to confront our fate

We’ve got to mobilize the masses
Put out the call and take all bids
Put the military on high alert
Or let’s not and say we did

Saturday, April 25, 2020

Mardi Gras

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Mardi Gras

Marching down Bourbon Street
Squeezed together like canned pears
Revelry and joy on every face
Music prancing in the open air

Hiding beneath the smiling faces
Beneath the carnival of light
Beneath the gaiety and laughter
Looms a creature of the night

N’Orleans at Mardi Gras
A mob with the mind of one
A throbbing mass of movement
Singing dancing beating their drums

Sweating bodies pressed together
Sacrificing every morsel of restraint
Collapsing in the depths of night
Embracing the glory of the saints

They pack their bags and travel home
As the enemy beyond our sight
Hiding deep within their pleasure
Will soon become a global blight

Friday, April 24, 2020

Diversions

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Diversions

Invent games and story lines
Find patterns where none exist
Start rumors concerning strangers
Create multiple personalities
Troll movie stars

Long conversations with deities
Laughter with the devil
Cloud jumping from the moon
Playing chess with Kasparov

All those days so long ago
when every waking dream
was followed by

If I only had the time

Now we understand
We never have the time
Time has us

Thursday, April 23, 2020

The Daily Report (#9)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Daily Report (#9)

They stroll to the cameras daily
Touching their solemn faces
Standing within the danger zone
No masks no gloves no cares

What do they know that we do not know?
Is the invisible menace reserved for
those on this side of the lenses?

Their words become a drone
We can no longer hear them
Cannot decipher the code

Is this a new symptom?
Are we suffering from failure to heed
warnings we can no longer hear?

The man in the orange mask
tells us it’s over

Number nine number nine

The man with an itch
tells us it’s not

Number nine number nine

Who should we believe?
Who lives and who dies?

Number nine number nine

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

The Absence

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Absence

You know but you do not know
You cannot know until it knocks you down
And leaves you dazed and grasping
Like a stray cat in a deep dark hole

My friend who drove his bike
Three hundred miles in blinding wind
and bitter cold for treatments
he could not receive at home

Another who worked hard for a living
Until his spine gave way
Who knows more pain every day
Than I will feel in a lifetime

My sister who went up against
The old boys club for thirty years
Who stared them down and won

My brothers who have been to the point
Of oblivion who balanced on a ledge
And fought their way back again

The younger ones who even now
Are welcoming new life into this strange
and unkind world

My friends family and loved ones
Whom I have always taken for granted
Who were always there when I needed them

I feel their absence now
Like a severed limb
Like a home without furniture
Like a story without end
Like a journey without a destiny

I feel the absence now
Like a stone in my hollow soul

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

At Your Door

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



At Your Door

When it happens to someone else’s child

Someone else’s mother or father

It remains a thought without true feeling

An inconvenience a minor bother

 

But when it closes in to circle you

When it touches those you know and love

Then it cracks your very core

It gets real when it’s at your door

 

It stuns when it comes in naked numbers

You fill with rage as it strikes you dumb

The sheer volume knocks you to the floor

But it gets real when it’s at your door

 

It is one thing when death has a number

It’s another when it has a face

The heart demands: what is it for?

It gets real when it’s at your door


Monday, April 20, 2020

Privacy

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Privacy

Living a solemn life
Away from the chattering crowd
The walls have ears and eyes
The watcher becomes the watched
Our private lives are dead and gone

How did it happen? Why?
It’s for our own good
Too many fools endanger us all
We all nodded we understood

But when the shadow passes
And normal lives resume
We will regret the day this happened
When our privacy was doomed

I remember when old folks said
My life is an open book
But Big Brother wasn’t alive then
To open it up and take a look

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Morning

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Morning

I gaze at sunrise on the eastern horizon
I absorb the graceful promise it holds
Every trial and every nightmare must end
For in the light of the sun the flower unfolds

We have endured unbearable hardships
Faced down unbeatable odds
We would fight hordes of the fiercest demons
If it would lead to the home of the gods

They say it’s darkest before the dawn
And we suspect it’s true
The day will come when again we spell
The word morning without a U

We have to be patient
We have to be strong
But in truth we do not know
If in fact we’ll live that long

Saturday, April 18, 2020

The Contingency

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Contingency

The plans we make the things we’ll do
If only lord we make it through

I’ll be more patient
I’ll give more to charity
I’ll help feed the homeless
I’ll volunteer at the public library
I’ll eat more fruits and vegetables
I’ll drink more juice and water
I’ll exercise more often
I’ll control my temper
I’ll pray and meditate
I’ll join a church

Help me make it through the day
I swear I’ll find a better way

Help me make it through the night
I swear I’ll find a better light

The greater truth of course
Is that the virus doesn’t care
It doesn’t matter if your good or bad
It’s a matter of when and where

Friday, April 17, 2020

Out My Window

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Out My Window

The world outside my window
Looks so fresh and clean today
A late night moonlight shower
Has washed the stain away

We are in the great shutdown
The halting wheels of industry
The abolition of traffic jams
As society holds its breath
The world outside my window
Has delivered a cleansing
A brief but eternal respite
In the deluge of toxicity

Take joy in minor miracles
And understand when this part ends
The ongoing tragedy continues
This is only a warning, friends

The crisis has an end
The war has just begun

Thursday, April 16, 2020

CORONAVIRUS: WHEN THE DUST SETTLES


JAZZMAN CHRONICLES:  CORONAVIRUS CRISIS




WHEN THE DUST SETTLES


By Jack Random


When the dust settles, if the dust settles, there will be time for recriminations.  There will be time for blame-seeking and there are plenty of villains in this story who richly deserve their portion of blame.  So much so that anyone remaining in the current administration should face criminal prosecution for their culpability in this deadly coronavirus crisis. 

As important as accountability may seem, however, it is not the first order of business after we bury the dead and mourn their passing.  It is not the second or third order of business.  In fact, after the dust settles it will almost seem irrelevant.  Let the historians grapple with the question of blame.  Let the history books draw the obvious conclusion that this American president was grossly and deliberately negligent in the execution of his fundamental duty to protect the American people. 

The more pressing matter once the dust settles and the dead are placed in their final resting places will be:  How do we reorder society?  How do we restore the social bond?  How do we redefine the relationship between society and government?  How do we rebuild our institutions so that they function in a global crisis?  How do we reinforce those institutions so that no elected president can dismantle them at a whim? 

It is a daunting task that lies before us.  Those who believe we can safely go back to normal have not appreciated the critical nature of this crisis.  More than a game changer, this event is an earth changer.  It fundamentally changes the lives of all human inhabitants on the planet.  Because humans are the dominant species, it alters the lives of all inhabitants from domestic pets to farm animals to wildlife.  In the wake of the coronavirus nothing on earth remains the same. 

I do not pretend to be an expert on social change though I am certainly as qualified as our president.  I offer these concepts not as prescriptions but as topics for discussion.  We will need a great deal of discussion to reach consensus and avoid the kind of deep divisions that could tear the nation apart.  Regardless, whether it comes by peaceful means or by violent eruption, whether it is for better or for worse, change is coming and it will transform every aspect of society. 

NATIONAL PREPAREDNESS

The one thing we should be able to agree on is the one thing we cannot agree on due to the political divide.  If we are to begin to reach consensus on the path ahead it must begin here:  The administration of Donald Trump was desperately unprepared for a global pandemic.  The New York Times has chronicled and documented the inadequacies of our national response.  [1]  If you’re a supporter of the president, you may not like the Times but it remains the best and most objective journalism left on the planet after years of bloodletting reporters. 

The president wants us to remember one thing and one thing only:  That he cut off travel to and from China at the end of January.  Had that action been more aggressive (it was compromised) and the first in a series of aggressive actions, we would be witnessing a different story. The story we have is obvious:  The president was more concerned with the stock market, his pending trade deal with China and his reelection campaign than he was with the pandemic. 

Was he warned?  Yes.  Repeatedly.  How did he respond?  He threw a fit and attacked anyone who expressed a different opinion or in any way criticized his actions. 

Our government was deliberately and forcefully unprepared.  This administration fired the agency charged specifically with pandemic preparedness.  This administration cut funding to all health related agencies, including the Center for Disease Control and the World Health Organization (WHO).  It was not an oversight that allowed our emergency supplies of critical materials, including masks, gloves and respirators, to be depleted; it was the result of deliberate action or willful neglect. 

That the president has announced his decision to cut all funding of the WHO in the midst of an ongoing pandemic is beyond appalling.  It is a crime against humanity. 

The Trump administration’s actions and inactions are derelict of duty and those responsible must be held to account.  In the future, even if it takes a constitutional amendment, we must be fully prepared for such critical events.  We must not allow any administration to attack or diminish that preparedness. 

FREEDOM OF SPEECH

Traditionally, we have defined the limits of free speech with the example of crying “Fire!” in a cinema.  Americans prize free speech as well we should but too many on the worldwide web as well as Fox News, One America News and other media outlets have abused that freedom to a dangerous degree.  They denied the science behind the danger of the coronavirus.  They presented false evidence that it was nothing more than the common flu.  They encouraged their viewers and/or readers to assert their independence by gathering in large groups, discarding social distancing recommendations and refusing to wear masks or shelter at home.  How many lives have been sacrificed in the name of free speech?  We can be sure it was a significant number.  We can also be sure that there will be and should be great pressure to reign in the dissemination of false and dangerous information at a time of pandemic. 

No American can be pleased with any curtailment of free speech but the irresponsibility of these corporate media entertainment entities masquerading as journalism must have consequences. 

THE END OF PRIVACY

The right to privacy is also a dearly important value in American life.  We have witnessed a constant attack on this right in proportion to the advancement of technology.  Facebook and other social media outlets know more about us than we know about ourselves.  Aldous Huxley warned us about a Brave New World.  Now we are witnessing the transformation of a society that values convenience over all privacy concerns. 

The coronavirus has added a new and critical layer to the assault on privacy.  Once the pandemic took hold, it became necessary to track the person-to-person contacts of all individuals afflicted with the virus.  South Korea developed a program or application to be installed on an individual’s mobile phone.  If all individuals are required to install and activate the app, it is a simple matter to trace all contacts by a given individual. 

There is great pressure to use such an app in America.  Google and Apple are engaged in a joint effort to develop contact tracing technology for mass use.  It would enable us to resume our normal economic activities much sooner.  It is a tradeoff most Americans would make.  The catch is that once the application is installed and used, it will be difficult to disable it when the pandemic threat is over.  We must make every effort to limit such a bold invasion of our privacy and potentially our freedom of movement to the duration of an emergency event. 

ZERO RESET: DEBT CANCELLATION

Nations, individuals, businesses and civic organizations will be confronted with debt levels beyond any we have seen since the Great Depression.  If nations allocate funds to pay down the extraordinary debt it would simply transfer the harm and extend the crippling effect for decades. 

I propose a new approach.  This is an extraordinary event at a time when the planet can least afford it.  We need extraordinary measures to address it.  It will require accepting that fundamentally our global economy is an abstract concept, the invention of brilliant minds but an invention nevertheless.  There was a time when our monetary units were based on the concrete values of gold or silver.  That time is long past.  Now our money is based on a promise, an implied contract governed by a complex set of rules and overseen by institutions that determine monetary policy. 

If all parties agree, we can reset the debt of all nations, all businesses and all individuals at zero.  We can achieve this by simply moving the decimal point in all accounts.  Those with less debt or no debt would be given credit accordingly.  Under the circumstances created by this crisis debt will be so pervasive that nearly all parties should readily agree to comprehensive debt cancellation.  The world economy must be empowered to start over. 

END OF MONEY

This has been coming for a very long time.  Money is dirty.  It is exchanged from person to person.  It is a carrier of disease.  It enables those who operate under or beyond the law.  Even criminals now have an option in crypto currencies on the dark web.  Under normal circumstances advocates of privacy and civil liberties would fight back hard against such measures.  It enables government and financial institutions to know and regulate everything individuals do with their money.  However, these are not normal circumstances.  Money spreads disease.  It must come to an end. 

CONTROL OF THE NET

As a corollary to limits on free speech, the internet is the most prominent disseminator of false information.  We have long resisted all efforts to curtail regulation of content on the worldwide web.  We have always known that false and misguided messages and information have the power to do great harm.  For example, the use of false information from bad actors on the international stage may well have placed the most incompetent individual ever to rise to power in the White House.  During the pandemic the web has hosted rumors that the coronavirus is a hoax created by the Chinese and propagated by the Democrats to damage the president and that the coronavirus is no more dangerous than the common flu.  During a global health crisis there must be a way to eliminate false messages that result in a significant loss of life. 

ROBOTIC WORK FORCE

As presidential candidate Andrew Yang warned us, the robots are coming for our jobs.  After the pandemic it is coming far faster than even he imagined.  Robots do not get and cannot transfer a virus to others.  Robots can continue to produce essential goods and services when humans can no longer safely do so.  Society must find jobs that humans can do at home or in safe working environments.  In the meantime, a guaranteed sustaining income is an excellent idea. 

GLOBAL PROTOCOLS

The American government was not the only government to respond poorly in the early stages of the pandemic when it mattered most.  The Chinese seemed more concerned with their own trade and economic interests than alarming the world that a deadly disease was headed their way.  There were early reports of a strange new coronavirus in Wuhan province but they abruptly ended when the alarm should have been sounded.  Indications are the Chinese government ordered their epidemiologists to cut off communications to their colleagues around the world. [2]

This should never happen again.  We cannot trust an authoritarian government to place its own interests above the interests of the world on matters of global health.  There must be stern and punishing consequences for such unconscionable behavior. 

SHARED SCIENCE

When medical research and development is placed in the hands of private profit-motivated corporations the only incentive is to protect useful knowledge and innovation, including medicines and vaccinations, from all others.  While the profit motive may be powerful in pushing research forward, withholding critical information from general knowledge in a time of pandemic is deadly.  It is supremely unethical.  When lives are at stake, knowledge must be shared in the interest of the human race. 

NURSING HOMES

With this deadly virus victimizing so many nursing homes and senior facilities, it is time to rethink how we treat our elders.  There is no easy solution here.  As an elder, I would rather be in my own home or the home of my loved ones for as long as humanly possible.  In light of what has happened in our old folks homes, we must ask ourselves:  Is it really wise to concentrate the most vulnerable of our fellow citizens in relatively confined and restricted spaces?  We must find a new way. 

HOSPITALS AND CLINICS

One of the first things I noticed as the pandemic guidelines began to take effect is that the emergency rooms at the local hospital had fewer visitors.  The last place you want to be with a highly contagious virus on the loose is anyplace where sick people gather.  I’ve heard reports that the local clinics and urgent care centers were turning down people and sending anyone with flu symptoms straight to the hospital. 

It has become clear that neither our clinics nor our hospitals are designed to respond effectively to a pandemic.  Hospitals have made adjustments as we go along.  They need to be able to separate those who might be infectious from those who have other health concerns.  Clearly, the entire system needs to be rethought and redesigned.  This will require massive funding. 

REMOTE VOTING

Enabled by a Supreme Court decision, Republicans in the Badger state of Wisconsin gave their citizens a grim choice:  Participate in democracy and risk your life or stay home and stay safe.  No one should ever have to face this choice again.  All elections must be by mail only until technology is sufficiently developed to protect the ballot in online voting. 

WORKING AT HOME

Many Americans who work in non-essential jobs have continued working at home during this pandemic.  Many have become familiar with online tools for communicating with their fellow workers.  This trend is compelling and will continue. 

FARMWORKERS

During an epidemic it is critical to maintain essential services.  Beyond the healthcare industry and the traditional first responders, the food chain begins not only with farmers but with farmworkers.  It is time to recognize that we need farmworkers especially in a time of crisis.  We need to protect them from illness by providing gloves, masks and sanitizers.  We need to value them by granting them citizenship and paying them decent wages.  During a pandemic they deserve hazard pay. 

VIRTUAL SPORTS AND ENTERTAINMENT

In the wake of the pandemic, the viability of large-audience events, including concerts, plays, cinema, dance and sporting events, is in question.  It will certainly be a long time before such events are allowed again.  If they are allowed, they will have to be phased in and those who wish to attend will have to be warned of the experimental nature of large-group gatherings.  It may well be that such events will not be permitted until an effective vaccine has been developed. 

In the long run I believe that large gatherings will give way to smaller venues.  Eventually, as technology advances, sports and entertainment may become virtual events.  We will still need actors and athletes as the basis of virtual recreations but the events themselves will be virtual.  Art museums and galleries may also become virtual.  The phenomena of virtual viewing is already in process and is becoming more realistic all the time.  The development of virtual gathering and audience participation will come soon. 

These are but a handful of the changes that are coming.  We are in the beginning stages of what Huxley called a Brave New World.  It is up to us to engage the process of transformation so that the changes are not as destructive of individual freedom and civil liberties as Huxley and fellow visionary George Orwell foresaw. [3, 4]

We have not yet defeated the coronavirus.  All efforts must now be concentrated at slowing its deadly spread and mitigating the harm.  We must all do our part in this battle.  We must maintain social distancing, wear face coverings and honor the call to stay at home as much as humanly possible not only for our own health and well-being but for the safety of all.  Indeed, we must do what we can for the survival of our species. 

When an effective vaccine is developed and disseminated to the world, we must be ready for the changes to come. 


1. “He Could Have Seen What Was Coming: Behind Trump’s Failure on the Virus.”  By Eric Lipton, David E. Sanger, Maggie Haberman, Michael D. Shear, Mark Mazzetti and Julian E. Barnes.  New York Times, April 11, 2020. 

2.  “China is Avoiding Blame by Trolling the World.”  By Shadi Hamid.  The Atlantic, March 19, 2020. 

3.  Brave New World.  Aldous Huxley.  Chatto & Windus 1932.

4.  1984.  George Orwell.  Secker & Warburg 1949. 


JACK RANDOM (AKA, RAY MILLER) IS THE AUTHOR OF THE JAZZMAN CHRONICLES, A SERIES OF COMMENTARIES ON POLITICAL AND SOCIAL AFFAIRS.  HE HAS WRITTEN NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, POETRY, ESSAYS AND CHILDREN’S STORIES.