It took ten years for Leonard Cohen to write âAnthem,â a hopeful song that featured on his otherwise foreboding 1992 album The Future. The songâs chorus makes his hope clear. âThere is a crack in everything, thatâs how the light gets in.â For the profoundly spiritual artist, the light represents repentance, return, and resurrection. It also exposes âthe brokenness of things.â2 In 2020 the COVID-19 pandemic, what earlier generations would have called a plague, showed how very broken things have been all over the world. Canada was no exception. The pandemic shone a light on some serious cracks indeed.
First, we saw that many of the people doing what we suddenly recognized as the most essential workâthose in all aspects of health care (including cleaners and personal support workers), the food supply chain (from farm workers to grocery store employees) and the transportation sector (truck drivers, bus drivers)âwork for low wages with few if any benefits. These people were suddenly considered âheroes.â A light was now shining on the significant degree to which the smooth functioning of our society depends on people doing precarious, undervalued, and underpaid work.
Next, the plague cast racial inequalities into stark relief. It soon became clear that the pandemic was sickening and killing visible minorities in a wildly disproportionate manner. In Canadaâs largest city, 80 percent of COVID cases involved racialized peopleâwho make up only 50 percent of Torontoâs population.
Soon we learned that this was not only a racial plague; it was also a class plague. Fully half of COVID cases in Toronto involved people living in poverty, yet less than a third of Torontonians fall into that category. As part of this particular revelation, the disease cast a cold light on the scandalous housing situation in big cities, where so many low-income people cannot afford decent shelter. More than a quarter of COVID victims in Toronto lived in households with five or more people.3
And then, we see how all these strands are connected and interwoven. The families living in households with five or more people? They are generally not white. The people working as farm labourers, cleaners, personal support workers? They are also generally not white. These jobs are low-paying, involving hourly wages as opposed to salaries, along with the commensurate lack of benefits. So, we know that the people doing these jobsâthe primarily racialized workersâare also low-income people.
Yet these same jobs had now been revealed as essentialâessential to food production and distribution, to looking after the sick. The people performing these jobs had to keep working; everyone relies on them for their basic needs. Moreover, they could not perform these jobs from home; they would have to come in to work, thereby exposing themselves to additional risk. Additionally, as low-income people, they would tend to rely on public transportation and therefore have to expose themselves even further just to get to work.
Finally, we see how COVID-19 is not only a racial and class plague but also a gender plague. Another sector of jobs was revealed to be non-essentialâjobs related to the hospitality industry; for example, jobs in hotels and restaurants. These jobs, also precarious and low-paying, were primarily held by women, who were laid off in staggering numbersâjust one aspect of the gendered nature of this pandemic.
The Canadian Institute for Health Information reported that some ten thousand long-term care workers were infected. Nine died, along with thousands of elderly adults they looked after. Of the 8,454 Canadians dead from COVID-19 by late June, some 6,000 lived in long-term care institutions. While Canadaâs overall COVID-19 mortality rate was relatively low compared with the proportions in other OECD countries, we had the highest proportion of deaths occurring in long-term care. LTC residents accounted for four of five reported COVID-19 deaths in Canada, compared with an average of less than two in five LTC deaths in other OECD countries.4
Torontoâs North St. Jamestown, home to personal support and retail workers as well as domestic servants and cleaners living in overcrowded apartments, was a raging COVID-19 hotspot, with 698 cases per 100,000 people in late May. For legions of these precarious service-sector workers, the notion of self-isolating by working from home was an absurd impossibility.
A short stroll north across Bloor Street one finds the lavishly wealthy RosedaleâMoore Park district. It had 72 cases per 100,000.5 One Dale Avenue house that sold for $5.2 million at the height of the pandemic featured a nanny suite with a separate entrance, parking for four cars, and an in-ground pool on a 6,000-square-foot lot.6 Rosedale hedge fund managers and others could, it seems, easily heed the advice of the authorities by working from their opulent homes.
There was nothing new in a plague having differential effects on rich and poor areas. A century earlier, during the Spanish flu pandemic of 1918â20, there was a broad popular and scientific consensus that âthe flu hit the rich and the poor alike.â Yet Indiaâs death rate was forty times higher than that of Denmark. In Norway, the flu killed most efficiently in Osloâs working-class districts. Chicago death rates were also highest among the unemployed and poor. People in crowded cities suffered more than those in the countryside.7
While doctors extolled the virtues of sunshine and pure air, working-class families living in slum areas not far from Queenâs Park in Toronto inhabited overcrowded, vermin-infested row houses. Many had a single tap or an outside stand pipe. Toilets that did exist were often blocked in summer, frozen in winter. The air was choked by factory emissions and coal smoke. After the Spanish flu subsided, these were the conditions described in a report for the city conducted by Lieutenant-Governor Dr. Herbert Bruce.
The Bruce Report concluded by pointing to factors familiar to St. Jamestown residents when the COVID-19 crisis hit one hundred years later:
Housing conditions are bad because there are many families which cannot earn enough to pay for decent and healthful dwellings. In the lowest income groups of society, the insecurity of employment and the inadequacy of wages do not permit the payment of rentals much in excess of $10 to $15 per month in good times.8
Similarly, during the COVID-19 crisis a century later, slogans such as âweâre all in this togetherâ quickly emerged. The virus âdoes not discriminate,â maintained British cabinet minister Michael Gove.9 However, Father Augusto Zampini, adjunct secretary for Pope Francisâs COVID-19 response commission, had a different metaphor, one more congruent with the social inequities that pandemics expose and reinforce. âWe are all in the same storm, but weâre in different boats. Those who have big boatsâwith houses, income, and foodâmight get a little seasick but donât worry about dying,â he explained. âBut other people are in tiny little boats, some with oars and some just completely at the whim of the giant waves.â10
The plague of 2020 ravaged poor neighbourhoods. It was an ailment of inequality, as are diseases like diabetes, hypertension, and cardiovascular conditions familiar to so many disadvantaged Canadians and their communities. The devastation was not inevitable. But it was utterly predictable. In early March, just before the term COVID had become common parlance, journalist André Picard wrote,
Protecting seniors, particularly those in institutional care, from infection and death is an enormous challenge. So too is protecting staff, who work tirelessly and intimately with their charges. . . . Complicating the response is that many workers juggle shifts between various facilities, and their pay and benefits are so abysmal that they are reluctant to take time off if they are sick.11
Some people clean up other peopleâs messes. Some donât. The pandemic tragedy had widened many a crack. The light got in.
NORMALIZED INSECURITY AND HELICOPTER MONEY
Late in the winter of 2020, it was dawning on Canadians that the COVID-19 crisis was starting to shake things up in unimagined ways. A Kingston man wheeled a supermarket cart groaning under the weight of water, five cases of twenty-four plastic bottles. As he loaded it into his late-model SUV, he was asked why he was buying so muchââLots of water in the tap?â His reply didnât catch the irony. It was sincere, clearly anxious: âI hope so.â
Gnawing insecurity abounded everywhere, daily certainties suddenly evaporating. Would there be enough food? How about public transit? Passing encounters with strangers in stores? What if they took the bus to get there? Jobs evaporated. Pop-up roadside signs blinked the insistent message âStay Safe, Stay Home,â municipal authorities carelessly assuming it was possible for everyone to do so. The stress pandemic quickly spread, the anxiety in part provoked by the sense that, suddenly, things seemed out of control.
For millions of Canadians who depend on precarious jobs or, even worse, social assistance, the stress of lives being out of control is hardly new. Itâs the commonplace stuff of daily life. Forget about hoarding food, or anything else for that matter. Providing food generates anxiety every single day. With the unexpected arrival of COVID generating mass anxiety, Canadians experienced what could be described as the normalization of insecurity. Unemployment skyrocketed as businesses from retailers to airlines laid off workers en masse.
Many could hope that the insecurity would, in the fullness of time, pass as things returned to normal. In the interim, the threat of Depression-level joblessnessâcoupled with a collapse of consumer spendingâquickly gave rise to wha...