White House Wheelchairs And Lungs of Iron

Nemesis

“Finally the cataclysm began — the monstrous headache, the enfeebling  exhaustion, the severe nausea, the raging fever, the unbearable muscle ache, followed in another forty-eight hours by the paralysis.”

That passage  is from Phillip Roth’s novel, “Nemesis” in which he  described the onset of Poliomyelitis (commonly known as polio)  a disease transmitted by viral infection. Many polio victims experienced muscle weakness, sometimes with permanent paralysis, malformed limbs, and in some cases, death.

The US first reached epidemic levels of polio in the early 1900s, and the scourge terrorized the United States, for  half a century.

New Cataclysm

By the time I rolled around, the first polio vaccine (the Salk Vaccine) was pretty well established and the second one (the Sabin vaccine ) was already in  distribution. Thus, most of my knowledge of the polio epidemic, came from books, movies, and memories shared by people  around me, including  my older siblings.

In light of the current viral onslaught, Covid-19 ( or…novel coronavirus or SARS-CoV-2 ) that has wreaked havoc on much of the world, I endeavored to read more about the US polio epidemic.

I was rather surprised by what I found:

  1. The US polio epidemic peaked in 1952.
  2. That year, there  were 57,879 polio cases.
  3. There were  3,145 deaths.
  4. Permanent paralysis is estimated to have occurred in .5% of infections.

I’d assumed that all of the numbers (cases, permanent afflictions and deaths) would be significantly larger. Certainly, they are frightening, but the statistics pale in comparison to what the US is currently experiencing with Covid-19.

As much as it feels like it’s been with us forever, Covid-19 is a relatively new nemesis. The US is in its 10th month of Covid-19 cases.

Here is a statistical snapshot of Covid-19 in the US (as of October 25, 2020):

  1. The earliest US cases occurred in January of 2020.
  2. There have been over 8.3 million US  cases.
  3. The current death total exceeds 222,000.

Note: Among Covid-19 patients, who are no longer infected, there have been many reported cases of long-term symptoms, requiring extended hospitalization, physical therapy and other treatments. Though since we are in the early stages of this pandemic, the extent, or duration of these “long Covid” afflictions is not clear.

Witness

I shared some of the figures about polio with my older sister  (14 years my senior).  As I stated previously, I was surprised by the figures.

She was shocked.

On the phone with her several  weeks ago, when I recited some of  these statistics, her reaction was: ”Are you fucking kidding me?!?”

This was followed by, ”We weren’t allowed to do jack-shit during  the summer! We didn’t have to worry about our government requiring social distancing, our parents made us do that!”

Like many people her age, the specter of polio looms large in her memory. Thus, Covid-19 looms large in her current life. This is not surprising.

State of Denial

Though many people, my sister’s age or older, who can recall the polio epidemic, are dismissive of Covid-19. This is rather surprising to me.

Polio seemed to strike fear into the US, summer after summer. Though statistically, its worst year was way less menacing than Covid-19’s first 9 months.

I realize that there were probably polio-deniers, though it’s impossible to determine the numbers, or the extent of disinformation from that point in history, nearly 70 years in the past.

Likewise, we won’t have  a good handle on the extent of Covid19-denial, or disinformation present in 2020. It seems voluminous.

Though I suspect that the level of denial might have been lower for polio than it is for Covid-19. I say this because, in part, because the cause of polio was not known for many years.

And it was persistent, and prevalent, in some areas occurring every summer. While scientists (and  seemingly everybody with an internet connection) are still wrestling with details, it is accepted that Covid is a respiratory virus.

(Note: at the time this posts still some tussling among scientists over whether Covid-19 was carried by respiratory droplets, or if it could be carried in aerosols. It seems to be carried by both.)

The Look of Polio

Another reason that I suspect a population of deniers was smaller is that people, knew what polio LOOKED like.  There were clear reminders that  polio was a real threat.
In the early 1950s memory of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, was still fresh with parents and their older children. He was often seen standing behind a podium, but there had been clear, though intermittent, visual evidence that he could not walk without assistance.

(Note: The Roosevelt White House tightly  controlled FDR’s public image, thus only a  scant few photos or video of the president sitting in a wheelchair, or video of him walking with leg braces were ever circulated…”leaked” is probably more accurate.)

Though people knew of FDR’s physical challenges, regardless of whether they’d ever actually seen evidence.)

Then there were the polio wards. The most-disturbing memories I have (from books, and documentaries) were patients in iron lungs; where victims with paralyzed diaphragms were provided machine-assistance to enable them to breathe.

I remember seeing two different types of wards: some were  compact rooms where the iron lungs were stacked like bunk beds, and others were expansive open rooms, with patients occupying iron lungs as far as the eye (or at least a camera view-finder) could see:


Polio Ward Showing Many Patients in Iron Lung (assisted breathing device)

Iron Lungs, Rancho Los Amigos Hospital Polio Ward
(Source US Food And Drug Administration)

Many photographic examples  were of pediatric wards. The term “infantile paralysis” was a commonly-used synonym for polio; because unlike Covid-19, a large portion of patients who suffered debilitating illness or death were children. Many of the victims were under the age of 5.

I think this is a key difference why  some  people can be dismissive of  Covid-19’s severity. With our current scourge, it’s easier for us to accept that the lives of older people, or with an underlying conditions, are at risk with any kind of respiratory infection.

While the idea of children becoming disabled or dying, is universally unsettling.

We’ve had many potent visual reminders of  Covid-19: bodies being loaded onto freezer trucks, exhausted nurses and doctors, families saying their goodbyes to loved ones over Zoom video.

I’m not sure if any have the impact of an incumbent president in a wheelchair, or scores  of children, encased in a machine providing them breathing assistance.

Decades from now, what will will be the startling visual reminders of what Covid-19 LOOKED like?

Addendum

In recent years, there have been several medical opinions that President Roosevelt did not actually suffer from polio. Many claim his symptoms were more consistent with Guillan-BarrÁ© syndrome, an autoimmune condition, induced by a bacterial infection.

Though throughout the onset of his illness through his death he was believed to have had polio.  This perception helped to accelerate the development of polio vaccine, since FDR was the founder of National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis (now known as March of Dimes), which raised hundreds of millions of dollars for the development of the first polio vaccine.

 

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“That Stain Is On Our Soul”

On the morning following George Floyd’s death, I sat at my desk,  ready to pick a fight with Sanford, Florida.  I only lived there a short time: high school, and the following year, and couple of summers between college semesters.

I managed to have fun in high school and afterward, but never was Sanford’s biggest fan.  Though my parents, who were in their 50s when me moved there, lived out their lives there. Thus I returned often.

So, I started searching the Web.

I was actually looking some articles from 2012, that immediately following Trayvon’s Martins’ death in Sanford, also described Jackie Robinson’s experience with the city.

I found something I wasn’t  expecting; an apology from Sanford’s  city government to Robinson’s family. I eventually found this article from an article (now paywalled)  from the Orlando Sentinel  dateline: Sanford, Florida, April 16, 1997.

The article is about a City of Sanford meeting in which a City Commissioner  speaks to that  blemish on the Sanford’s  past: when its police chief  refused  to allow Robinson, and Johnny Wright to take the field, under threat of arrest. Their crime was essentially playing baseball while black.

Commissioner Eckstein had this to to say. ”We need to apologize for what happened because as long as that stain is on our soul, it hurts the city of Sanford.”

Commissioner Eckstein (”Mr. Eckstein as I knew him) had been a teacher at my high school. I was never in his class, but he was the type of person, who said hello to, shook hands with, or  smiled at, just about everybody, in the hallways (which were outside in my school…because, Florida).

It was common for people grab lunch from the cafeteria and stand in the hallways, while eating, talking, laughing, yelling, swearing a bit. We’d see Mr. Eckstein coming from the distance. He was hard to miss. He had  hair that was so light, it would be a stretch to call it blonde. You could see the (not quite) blonde hair from quite a distance. His nickname, since childhood, of course was…..Whitey.

Occasionally, he used to stop and talk with my football teammates. I think primarily because a some  of my friends were star players, and some had been students in  his class (I was neither ). I’m not sure if he knew my name, or what position I played, but he treated me like he knew me well.

I remember some Friday nights,  moments before kickoff, he’d  ducked into our locker room before we took the field and wish the team luck. He sometimes had one or two of his young children with him.

Once, I remember seeing him after a game, on my way back to the locker room, he told me ”good game.”  We’d lost, I’d  missed some key blocks, and I had two penalties; I hadn’t had a good game.

Still, it was uplifting to hear somebody tell me that I had.

It was  good thing for Sanford to engage in some self-examination of its past. Yes, it had taken 50 years, but they addressed their problematic past.  While  the City of Sanford’s  resolution surprised me. Though, it is unsurprising that this resolution had originated with Mr.  Eckstein.

Good game, Whitey.

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Woke Barber

The Old Redhead

Red Barber was a legendary baseball announcer for radio and television, who worked for three major league teams: the Reds, Dodgers and Yankees.

Some years after his sports broadcast career, Barber enjoyed renewed fame as a regular public radio contributor. For 12 years, he conversed, every Friday,  with Bob Edwards longtime host of NPR’s Morning Edition on an array of topics, which included sports, gardening  and nearly everything else.

During that period,  I moved to Tallahassee, Florida, where Barber lived at the time. Shortly afterward, I was surprised to learn that he and I had gone to the same high school (many, many,  many, many ….weeks apart).

High School Baseball Team Photo (circa 2020)

Barber Top Row, 2nd from left
(Photo from University of Florida Smathers Libraries)

For real, the team nickname in his day was The Celery Feds.

It was peculiar that I didn’t know that Barber and I shared an alma mater. I was really into baseball when I was young; therefore it seems unlikely that I’d never heard, or read this, information before. Rather, I suspect that it never registered with me. Unlike with players, they don’t keep stats on the play-by-play  broadcasters.

Barber was the Dodgers announcer when Jackie Robinson made his Major League debut in 1947. Until fairly recently, I’d never considered what Barber thought of the decision by Dodgers’ owner, Branch Rickey to sign a Black player.

It turns out, that he wasn’t a fan of the idea.

“Report!”

In  Barber’s book 1947 When All Hell Broke Loose in Baseball,  he described his reaction to Robinson’s signing. Barber recalled life in the segregated South  which included  seeing Black men, who had been tarred and feathered, forced to walk the streets of Sanford, Florida,  by Ku Klux Klansmen.

Barber also wrote that one his youthful aspirations was to perform in minstrel shows. Tarring and feathering black men, minstrel shows, segregated schools and businesses… was the normal that Barber knew.

Months before Rickey signed Jackie Robinson, he informed Barber of his intent break baseball’s color line. Barber would write later: ”I believe he  (Rickey) told me about it so far in advance so that I could have time to wrestle with the problem, live with it, solve it.”

Upon hearing the news, Barber’s solution was to quit. He told his wife, Lyla that day, a Friday, that he would resign Monday.  Her response was ”You don’t have to quit today, let’s have a Martini.”

Here is a short video in which Barber explains the decision.

As the video points out  Barber realized that the news Rickey gave him required Barber to examine himself. In the video he recalls remarkably empathetic thoughts (about that it was chance that he was born white).  Barber said that he admired Robinson’s athleticism,  and spirituality.

Barber also  mentions hearing the voice  of  (Baseball’s first commissioner )  Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis echo from the grave with a simple directive  ”Report.”

Barber was able to compartmentalize;  separating his professional obligations as an announcer from his biases that were due to his  upbringing in the Jim Crow South.

During the course of their time together with the Dodgers (Barber left the team for the Yankees after the 1953 season), Barber and Robinson became friends.

In modern times, people might claim Barber “got woke”  Perhaps. I didn’t know Barber, so I can’t say how he’d feel about that.

It is impressive howBarber’s life changed for the better, when  Rickey put him in an uncomfortable situation and he was thus forced into some deep self-examination. I suspect he  would have made the right decision, even without a Martini.

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Scaling Mount Dora

In the Navy

My friend’s father, was a retired Naval aviator who had been stationed in, and later retired to  the Central Florida town where I spent my high school years.

Naval Air Station Sanford, Fl circa 1968
(Photo by: Lt. Wade USN)

The military base was later decommissioned and now known as the Orlando-Sanford International Airport.

At my friend’s house one evening, The Commander told me a story of a Navy buddy  who in his first post-military interview was asked this question:

”Do you have experience flying over mountainous terrain?”

The man’s  response was this: ”I have flown numerous missions over Mount Dora.”

He told the truth.

“Mount” Dora

Mount Dora is a small town, about 30 miles NW of Orlando. If you’d like, you can become acquainted with Mount Dora in this 3-minute video:

If you’re perplexed by the absence of mountainous terrain, there is a very simple reason for that: there is none. Central Florida is pancake-flat.

Mount Dora’s peak elevation is 182 ft. It wouldn’t be that hard for a toddler to reach Mount Dora’s peak on a tricycle.

However, the candidate had given a truthful response, even if it didn’t address the question.

And it sounded great.

The man was offered the job shortly after the  interview (I don’t remember if he took it).

Is Truth Enough?

I don’t know anything the man’s skill in flying a plane, or the job’s responsibilities or experience requirements. Though with 20 or more years as flying a plane for the Navy, he was undoubtedly  skilled enough to navigate mountainous terrain or could rapidly attain competence.

Nor do I know anything about the context of the question or answer, the “Mount Dora” line might have been a joke.  I wasn’t there.

Though I’ve occasionally thought of being in a similar interview scenario and wondered how I might answer.

If somebody were to ask if I’d ever scaled a high-altitude peak? I could say  “I climbed  Mount Dora.” and that would be true. If pressed further, I could provide a vivid, truthful account:

“I was 16. We set up a  base camp—in a municipal parking garage where we left my brother-in-law’s VolarÁ©—and reached the peak 2 minutes later. The view of gift shops, bakeries and shuffleboard courts was absolutely stunning.”

Except it wouldn’t answer the interviewer’s question. I’d likely  just say no.

 

 

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