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Tony Dajer ~

7:00 on a Sunday evening.

It is day 30+ of New York City's COVID-19 pandemic. Fire trucks and flashing lights fill the street fronting the hospital emergency department where I'm a physician. The scene erupts into applause and sirens. We doctors, nurses, physician assistants, techs, housekeepers and clerks wave back and flash our individual cardboard letters spelling "Thank You!" It is so good to be outside and, for a few minutes, unafraid. Inside, our ER break room overflows with donated pizzas and pastries. Later we will take cartloads of these up to the jam-packed ICU and medicine floors.

The virus has the world by the throat, and New York City is the epicenter. None of us has ever seen this much death. But all hearts are beating together.

It's not my first pandemic. On 9/11, I was the doctor on duty in this same ER, five blocks from the World Trade Center. For anyone who thinks hospitals stood empty that day, I have a story for you of mayhem and carnage and medical derring-do. But this story isn't about 9/11--except in the sense that the aftermath of that day gave me a glimpse of what a new world might look like.

This story is mostly about 1981.

Now, while squinting through my goggles at the flashing red lights and hoorahing firefighters, I recall that year--my third year of medical school. My clinical rotations at Bellevue Hospital had started that fall.

Odd lung infections and rare cancers were cropping up in young gay men. The eighth case in New York City was my patient, a young Colombian man named Adrian whose mother rarely left his side.

My professors had nothing to offer. We called the disease GRID: Gay-Related Immune Deficiency. At first no one thought it was infectious; we clinical clerks--true Bellevue scutdogs--prided ourselves on our blood-drawing and IV-starting skills. Gloves made it hard to feel veins, so we rarely bothered with them.

Adrian, reduced to Buchenwald-like emaciation, died two weeks after being admitted. I promised his mother that we would find out what had killed him. In the autopsy room, as the pathologist cut open his rag-doll body, she caught the look of despairing uselessness on my face and gently urged me away.

Autopsies did not reveal what caused GRID, but we soon realized that its pattern of spread behaved like Hepatitis B, a virus--so it was contagious. Overnight, patients were isolated, protective gear flew on, and the dying were shunned. I once begged a hospital TV repairman to go into a room and reconnect a dying patient's only outlet to the world.

"I ain't going in there," he declared.
              
"But I go in there," I said.

"Yeah, but you're immune. You're a doctor."

By mid-1982, doomed AIDS patients crowded Bellevue's wards. The scutdogs kept at it. The still-unnamed virus, we gingerly discovered, wasn't as contagious as Hep B and, unlike present-day COVID-19, was transmitted only by sex or blood, not by casual contact.

But that didn't stop the world from declaring AIDS patients to be lepers--from shrieking at and banning hemophiliac schoolchildren from classrooms. At its peak, AIDS killed 50,000 Americans a year. AIDS drove doctors away and rendered suspect those with guts enough to lay on hands.

In the time of AIDS, there were no firefighters clapping outside Bellevue, no stacks of pizzas in our break rooms.

Last Sunday, as New York's death toll mushroomed, another generation of firefighters--perhaps reflecting their own recent history--reaffirmed for me the astonishing human capacity for solidarity and kindness that was so absent in the 1980s.

Which brings me back to 9/11. Late the next day, still stunned, I watched citizens keeping vigil around the world and lighting candles for America, and I thought the world was now one: "We are all Americans."

New York City, my city, became all tenderness. Over the days that followed, the families of the dead glided by the hospital, softly asking to post portraits of their lost ones. Subway cars felt like holy places, requiems for the missing. Oklahoma City sent a van of teddy bears--something--because they understood. Even Iran voiced its sorrow.

We Americans had the chance to help create a new world guided by compassion, kept rigorous by science.

And then we squandered our opportunity--by fabricating lies and launching a war that spawned a fresh generation of America-haters.

Now we face the COVID-19 pandemic--a crisis made worse by leaders who suppress the truth or ignore science, and by tribalism that blinds us to other countries' experiences and expertise.

This time must be different. Our compassion must extend to every human being on this planet. There can be no more leper colonies, no more forgotten tenderness, no more unlearned lessons, no more "others."

We are all in this together. From now on, we must be our best selves.
 

About the author:
 
Tony Dajer, an assistant professor of emergency medicine at Weill-Cornell Medical College in New York City, was born in New York and grew up in Puerto Rico. "My dad is Nicaraguan; my mom is a New Yorker. I like travel and history, and boy, do I love skiing and scuba diving. In 1986-87, I worked for eight months in Nicaragua and wrote a book about it to try to convince Americans that we should stop the Contra War. The book never got published, but a serendipitous sequence--a friend showed it to a friend--led to my writing for Discover magazine's 'Vital Signs' column. Writing helps me to see where I've been, but it doesn't come easily. I do think it makes me a better doctor."

Story editor:

Diane Guernsey

Comments   

# Lee Kagan 2020-05-06 13:06
Tony - Great to see you on Pulse! And what a debut! Extraordinary piece of writing, so heartfelt and thoughtful. You are master at distilling the drama and pathos of doctors going what they do.
I caught your interview in The New Yorker and remembered meeting you over coffee (or was it drinks?) in Manhattan years ago. So much has changed since then. I look forward to more of your "war stories" and observations on what it all means. As you and I both know, it's the narrative that gives what we do meaning. Be well and stay safe. Lee
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# Tony 2020-05-08 16:32
Hi Lee, yes, we need a second round! Thanks for the kind words. All best, Tony
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# Jeff Borkan 2020-04-29 17:25
Very moving narrative that ties different eras and threats together -- challenging us to be our "best selves". Some say that we are trained in medicine to be involved in great struggles, yet there are relatively few great struggles that we encounter - this Pandemic, like AIDS, like 9/11 require us to reframe/renew our vows.
Regards to Tony, who was one of my (guiding/wise) senior residents at UW so many decades ago
Jeff
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# Karen DeBonis 2020-04-29 15:04
You brought me to tears, not that it's hard these days. But your writing was beautiful. Thanks for sharing your stories.
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# Virginia Seno 2020-04-29 14:03
Certainly. But it is the world we live in. If only, this ideal were possible in the external. It's only possible within our own hearts, extending to those who can't see or hear the call for being human kindness.
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# Dan Yashinsky 2020-04-29 10:25
Absolutely wonderful piece. Many thanks.
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# Maria Fletcher 2020-04-29 08:38
Thank you for your wisdom and empathy. You may have experienced many years of sadness and sorrow but it has not blurred your vision or your mission . You are a blessing.
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# B Kates 2020-04-29 08:09
This beautifully written piece belongs not just in this excellent publication, but on the front page of the New York Times. Bravo.
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# Dr. Louis Verardo 2020-04-29 07:09
Dr. Dajer, you brought a much-needed historical perspective to this current pandemic. I too recall the early days of HIV, and you accurately conveyed the spirit of those times. Please stay well as you and your colleagues demonstrate the highest calling of our profession: you show up and do what's needed.
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# Daniel Becker 2020-04-29 06:47
thank you. Please keep writing.
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# Pris Campbell 2020-04-29 06:01
Having lived through those three eras in our medical history, I thank you for thing them together so well. You’re so right that compassion, unity, and leadership are needed to get us through this current time. Thank you for your service.
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# Deborah whitcomb 2020-04-29 03:31
Beautiful historical review of American medical tragedy’s through the lens of a physician’s experience. As the trauma of Covid-19 continues to unfold , I was also struck by the similarities of unset to AIDS, and recently rewatched the movie “And the Band Played On.” Of course the political response to the two viruses differs significantly one has to be curious if there are similarities here as well. Grateful for your observations and continued commitment to compassionate care . Be well . Deborah Whitcomb PA-C
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# deborah kasman 2020-04-29 00:07
Thank you Tony - for presenting the great capacity man has for compassion, or cruelty - May we please choose unity and compassion THIS time.
Also - I want to know, and believe you are the Tony Dajer who did your residency in Seattle WA and was friends with Lynn Chapman & Susan Cookson. If so - its so great to hear your voice again - as you've always had a big heart who cares to serve, and improve the world --
Deb Kasman (please connect at my email - if you are so inclined - its my first and last name (including .l.) for middle initial - at kp.org.
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# Lynn Oliver 2020-05-02 01:24
Deb! Yes--it is OUR Tony! Nice to "see" you here!
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