We’re not ‘all in this together’

So many of us are parked in front of our television sets these days, more out of necessity than desire. While there is some interesting original programming and (thank God) the eternal marathons of the various “Law and Order” franchises, most people keep the flat screens and monitors and nowobsolete VHS/DVD/TV players and ancient Zenith living room consoles turned on as company, background noise or a source of important information.

And after hundreds of hours of viewing, of clicking the remote because I’m too lazy to walk the 3 feet and manually change the channel, of enduring another season of “Real Fishwives of Wherever” because I was too clinically depressed to change the channel, I’ve come to this conclusion:

The commercials and PSAs are worse than the plague.

It started slowly, in the earliest days of the pandemic when TV networks would slip in a ten to fifteen second “thank you” to the health care workers, flashing pictures of them in masks and begging us to “Stay Safe and Stay Home” for them. All well and good, I thought, it’s important to remember the hard and dangerous work they’re doing and appreciate their sacrifice.

But then I started seeing tributes to grocery store workers, SEPTA drivers, food delivery folks, and I thought: Hm, this is a bit much.

Yes, I know they’re performing a valuable service (except for the sushi and Starbucks deliveries since I’m fairly sure we can make do without the decaf no foam skim mocha latte till June) and I am profoundly grateful for the way they’ve kept us on the edge of normality. That said, the cloying tones of the tributes are getting to me.

I sincerely doubt that those workers appreciate the television ads telling us “We’re all in this together.” Because we’re not.

I doubt that the SEPTA bus drivers who have to deal with passengers who bang on the front doors and refuse to use the back entrance care about the song Alicia Keys wrote praising “essential workers.”

I doubt the hair salon owner who was publicly shamed by mayors and governors is inspired by multi-millionaire Hollywood and music moguls holding virtual concerts about how “we will survive this” (as they survive this from their mansions and vacation homes).

I doubt the brides who saw their weddings canceled and couldn’t get deposits back, or the pregnant mothers on the verge of giving birth in lockdown conditions, or the father of four whose savings are running out, or the immigrants at the border fleeing persecution and blocked from applying for protection, or the clinically depressed who sit alone in their rooms longing for human contact, or the elderly shutins who lived for weekly visits from family, or those deprived of daily Mass and daily communion with their faith family, appreciate hearing “we’re all in this together.”

Because we are not. This pandemic has cleaved us along partisan lines, reinforcing our preexisting biases and hostilities. If you hated Trump before this, your hatred is magnified tenfold. You blame him for poisoning people. You accuse him of causing the virus. You despise his supporters with a white fury.

If, on the other hand, you loved or at least tolerated the man, you are inclined to see legitimate criticism of his administration’s missteps as conspiracy theory.

In other words, we are not in this together. We are as far apart as we can be. And it is folly to pretend otherwise, just so we can feel better.

These sanitized slogans of getting along don’t serve us, much less help the front line workers who actually know that they are risking more than anyone else, those of us hermetically sealed and hunkered down in our homes.

These virtual concerts of hope might be entertaining, but they simply reinforce the fact that we have to be reminded, over and over again, of our common humanity and the commonalities of our daily existence.

And honestly, no matter how many times you try and remind us, we won’t be able to forget that some of us have all we need to survive another year like this, and some of us have lost our livelihoods forever.

Some of us are managing to keep our mental health on an even keel, and some of us are plunged into the abyss. Some of us are making threats against Trump on Facebook (which apparently doesn’t violate their community standards since the post I reported is still up) and some of us refuse to believe he’s done anything wrong.

So no, we are not all in this together.

Can we please stop running ads that perpetuate this fairy tale, and figure out how to survive as one nation, under God, divided, but still working on it?