Reopening isn't good enough. We need to reset everything

Somewhere on the Appalachian Trail... 

We’d been climbing steadily uphill for 25 minutes, a deceptively arduous mile. The sweat was pooling in the small of my back. And my breath came deep and even against the climb, as I planted one foot ahead of the other on the rocky trail.

My daughter was behind me, and I could hear her footfalls in the wooded silence.

And so I started thinking about time. All this time we’ve had. This time on pause, this time in silence, where we’ve been asked to surrender our autonomy and stay away from friends and the people we love.

As the highway noises below us steadily receded, it occurred to me that in this pause, we’ve been handed an opportunity to rethink how we do everything – educate our children, take care of the most vulnerable among use, ensure equity in healthcare and move toward a system where we really leave no one behind.

We can’t say that we want our children to learn remotely, and then not address the yawning gaps in access in technology or broadband connectivity (or the basic quality of education) that exists solely because of someone’s zip code.

We can’t fire-hose hundreds of billions of dollars in aid to hospitals and not address the inequities in access to care, or continue making that care dependent on their employment, or not provide people with paid medical leave.

We can’t ask people to work from home, perhaps indefinitely, and not provide them with affordable (or free) access to childcare.

We can’t look at photos of nature renewing itself, of animals moving into the space once occupied by humans, and continue to cling to the fiction that our activities don’t impact the environment. Not when the evidence to the contrary is staring us in the face.

And I recognize that I come to this from a position of profound privilege. My family and I have been lucky enough to keep our health and our jobs at a time when this illness has visited severe economic and personal tragedy on millions of people nationwide.

The pandemic has laid bare inequities in our society. We know that black Americans are disproportionately impacted by COVID-19. We know that tens of millions among us are without the means or support to ride out the cratering of our economy, that too many don’t have the homes for those stay-at-home orders.

Just as it may be weeks or months before we resume what we once recognized as our normal lives, we can’t go back to a dualism in policymaking that is purpose-designed to ensure that some win, but many, many others lose.

As we got nearer to the summit, I could hear my daughter close the gap between us. When we got to the top, we looked at each other, catching our breath in the chilly April air, looking down at a river valley unfolding in silent splendor below. We let it sink in.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready,” she said.

She took the lead on the way down, her dancer’s feet finding the space between the rocks to bring her safely to the bottom of the trail. And just like she will in life someday, she quickly moved ahead of me. She was waiting for me at the trailhead when we finished.

She’s 14 now, and it won’t be long before she’s off to college, or whatever adventure that life holds for her. And it’s for her, and for all her friends and classmates that the choices that we make next matter so much.

We have the chance to reframe everything, for the country to live up to the promise that our kids read about in their history books, for those national myths we cling to so fiercely to actually mean something real. Will we be brave enough?

Seeing my daughter standing at the bottom of the trailhead, her eyes full of expectation, there was only one answer that made any sense.

Copyright 2020 John L. Micek, distributed by Cagle Cartoons newspaper syndicate.

An award-winning political journalist, John L. Micek is Editor-in-Chief of The Pennsylvania Capital-Star in Harrisburg, Pa. Email him at [email protected] and follow him on Twitter @ByJohnLMicek.