I hope I’m not alone in my growing grief, shock and dismay when today, I read of yet another 25 COVID-19 deaths in Utah over this past weekend. What’s even more maddening is that it’s not a one-time event. No, every day there’s a “number.” Just a number, indication of general geography, gender and a range of age.
It’s so sad, and what’s even more tragic is my growing feeling that the media is irresponsible to not even name the names of those who die.
If a car wreck kills one person, the name of the deceased is published, and even whether or not they were wearing a seatbelt.
My fear is that the continued and growing politicization of this tragic pandemic is numbing our country’s sensitivities. Talk about the love of man “waxing cold”!
We have, and rightfully so, built memorials for the 2,977 victims of Sept. 11 — memorials with names.
Is it possible that perhaps, before we would ever erect a memorial with the 4,867,805 (and counting) COVID-19 victims, we could at least pay them respect by making them more than a daily number?