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The country hit a grim milestone yesterday, when the U.S.
death toll from the coronavirus ticked past the 100,000 mark. Far more Americans have
died of this virus than the number who perished in the Vietnam War, the war
in Afghanistan, the Iraq war and the Sept. 11 attacks — combined. It’s as if everyone in Albany,
N.Y., or Flint, Mich., died over the course of a season.
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Beyond their sheer size,
what has been most striking about these staggering numbers has been the
silence.
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America has a long
tradition of honoring its fallen. We award Gold Stars and build monuments, we
stand for moments of silence and sit at memorial services. These rituals give
the country a way to confront tragedy on a grand scale, building a sense of
common purpose for the challenges ahead.
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But in the face of these
deaths, Americans have been left to their trauma. To mourn, alone.
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While there has been an
outpouring of public gratitude — nightly applause for health workers, food
sent to hospitals, masks sewn and shipped across the country — there has been
a remarkable lack of public grief.
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In part, the silence
reflects the nature of this illness. Death happens alone, the last gaze of a
loved one often just a tinny image framed by the blue light of a computer
screen. Funerals, if they happen, are private. Bodies pile up in crematories, cemeteries and
refrigerated trucks.
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But moments of national
crisis also reveal truths about our leaders.
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President Trump has long shirked his role as consoler in
chief, preferring to focus on the country’s “transition to greatness” and
“incredible” days ahead. After months of deaths, he ordered flags to be
lowered at half-staff last week, under pressure from Democratic leaders. But
his schedule this week contains no special commemoration of the 100,000 lives
lost.
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