A Peck of Dirt

One thing this Covid-19 pandemic with which we are currently confronted should teach us is to be vigilant: not with respect to viruses but with respect to the loss of freedom. Hard won

rights are too easily lost. Sometimes this may be necessary in the short term. But it is not always so.

Human beings are social animals. The loss of the freedom to socialize will have, I fear, a greater impact than the virus itself. I wonder if we are not over-reacting. Yes, the virus will kill some – perhaps many. But so will isolation, fear, and despair. We can, perhaps, tolerate having social norms taken away for a short while; but the longer that while drags on, the more crazed people will become.

After a few weeks, we are already seeing the “holier-than-thous” smugly “outing” those who struggle with this new way of being. And the rules change quickly and the restrictions grow daily. Unless one is glued to the media one cannot possibly keep up. What was permitted yesterday, may not be permitted tomorrow.

As I write this, there are just over one million one hundred thousand cases, with not quite sixty-two thousand deaths worldwide. That’s about 5% of cases. There will be more cases and more deaths I know. But last year there were four point two million people who died from pollution related illnesses and no doubt many more who are ill because of it. And it is estimated that there are three to five million serious flu cases worldwide annually with two hundred and fifty to five hundred thousand deaths annually.

So I ask myself, are the governments' broad restrictions wise. There are always those who are more susceptible to viruses. Perhaps our over-use of antibiotics and pharmaceutical medication generally is to blame. With our wipes, and our masks, and our physical distancing are we just adding to the problem of diminished immune systems. My grandmother used to say a healthy person must eat a peck of dirt when they are young. And I believe that. The world has become too sanitized for our own good.