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'Our blueprint for a post-coronavirus future'

'As we recover from the pandemic, here’s how we must create a more caring and united society'

The above is the heading of a letter published in The Observer on Sunday 24 May 2020. It very much resonates with me. It is my blueprint for the post-coronavirus future too. I will say a bit more on this later. Now let us see and read the letter together.

‘The Greek word krisis originally denoted that critical moment when things could go either way for the patient. We believe that our society is at a similar turning point. As we recover from Covid-19, we must confront other, potentially graver crises, and create a more caring, united and resilient society. We must:

• Revalue care: nurses and carers deserve a pay rise, not just a round of applause. We should reverse marketisation of our NHS, and better integrate physical, mental and social care.
• Reduce inequality: present levels of inequality benefit no one, fragmenting society, distorting democracy and overburdening care systems. We must reject austerity measures, house the UK’s homeless and consider implementing a universal basic income.
• Get to grips with the climate and ecological emergency, by “baking in” good lockdown practices, adopting strict year-by-year carbon budgets in line with the UN’s 1.5 degree target, and localising production, consumption and travel where possible.
• Set up an independent public inquiry on the handling of the pandemic, to make sure the lessons are learned.
• Create a UK Citizens’ Assembly for the Future, selected at random, to counter the short-termism, lack of representation and bias of our political institutions. This body would work alongside parliament, focusing on longer-term issues such as disaster planning, institutional reform and the low carbon transition.

There can be no doubt that we face a krisis – now we must take urgent steps to ensure a full recovery.’--Baroness Helena Kennedy, QC; Baroness Ruth Lister, Loughborough University; Richard Wilkinson, University of Nottingham; Baron Rowan Williams, Magdalen College, Cambridge; Jonathan Wolff, University of Oxford; and 33 academics, lawyers, writers and activists.- The Observer 24 May 2020 (Full text and signatories at theunfinishedrevolution.net).

Now, reverting back to the beginning of what I was saying about why this letter resonates with me, why their blueprint is mine too.

To demonstrate this, I can do no better than highlighting a few recent postings from the gcgi.info. They speak volumes and volumes on what the GCGI has been standing for since its founding in 2002.

Coronavirus and the New Tapestry of Life

The Klimt Tree of Life tapestry – by Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)

Life after Coronavirus: We Must Not Be Cheated and Exploited Again

Coronavirus and the New Tapestry of Life

The Sweetness of Being Human: ‘We have all of us one human heart.’

Out of the coronavirus crisis, a new kinder and better world must be born

On the 250th Birthday of William Wordsworth Let Nature be our Wisest Teacher

Happy Birthday, William Wordsworth! Our greatest nature poet. The World needs your wisdom more than ever now.

Healing Our Way to a more Caring, Kinder and Fairer Society: A View from a CEO and a Recovered Economist

People like us, all of us, together will make the world great again

Dear Mr. Johnson, your Covid-19 survival must become a force for good

Yes, it is true Mr. Johnson, there are things in life such as society, community, love, kindness, compassion, caring, gratitude and more.

Crisis after Crisis: Ten Steps to Save the World

Every move you make, every breath you take leaves its mark on our world

Prof. Kamran Mofid, Founder, Globalisation for the Common Good Initiative (GCGI)

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A most beautiful story on how not to lose hope at times when hope is so elusive

Something timely and timeless to Read this Sunday: Our Ways of Dealing with Pestilence

This is a time for resilience, solidarity and hope

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This Sunday in  ‘Sermon of Hope’ I am so happy to share a most beautiful, inspiring and rewarding story, so relevant and timely to our today’s Covid-19 induced crisis.

The story is all around a newly published book, Daddy Cool, by Darleen Bungey, recalling her dad’s life and journey during the 1918 flu pandamic and more. 

‘This pandemic sends me back in time, and I learn a fine lesson from my father.’

Darleen Bungey’s father was a messenger boy during the 1918 flu. In writing his biography, she found parallels and comfort for the current day

The author of Daddy Cool, Darleen Bungey- Photo: Ming Nomchong Via The Guardian

‘It must have been eerily quiet as my father ran through the small besieged California town carrying news of destruction and death; so quiet he would have heard the stones kicking up on the dusty roads that had been designed for horses’ hooves.

So many people were dying in 1918 that there weren’t enough coffins or gravediggers to go around in his hometown of Santa Maria, a small farming community just over 150km north of Los Angeles. Funerals were limited to 15 minutes. Bodies piled up high inside Dudley-Hoffman mortuary. The white hearse drawn by a pair of horses draped in white crocheted shawls carried children. A black hearse signalled an adult corpse. Perhaps the 11-year-old felt that at his age he didn’t belong to either group and so wondered how might they carry him to the grave? His brother had died. Why shouldn’t he?

The only official instructions to avoid the flu pandemic was to stay away from crowds, to cover your nose and mouth if anyone sneezed, and not to be scared. I imagine, as he ran, those words repeated with the rhythm of his footfall and the blood pounding in his ears: “Don’t be scared … don’t be scared … don’t be scared.”

His grandfather, my great-grandfather John Conkey, was a dedicated Democrat. His fierce support for Woodrow Wilson, his organisational skills and his editorial column in the local newspaper he owned called the Graphic all combined to win him appointment as the postmaster of Santa Maria. When the first world war broke out he arranged for his grandson to be let go from school early to deliver daily telegrams and dispatches from the front.

But by 1918 the town had issued a declaration that all schools be closed due to the epidemic and it became illegal to hold any kind of group meetings. While the majority of people pulled down the shutters on their places of business and headed home, my father continued his job, putting himself in harm’s way of the invisible enemy that had entered Santa Maria. It was a force that would become globally responsible for killing far more than the millions dying in the great war.

The parade-wide crossroads of Broadway and Main were empty and the saloons on “whiskey row” were closed; even those diehards had called it a day. The people still serving in the stores and banks wore white gauze masks, as did most citizens who didn’t want a hundred-dollar fine. The Red Cross had given the masks out to everyone but some kids just used them to carry marbles. There was a rhyme they chanted as they skipped rope:

I had a little bird

Its name was Enza

I opened the window

And in-flu-enza

Digging a trench couldn’t save you. This killer was more invisible than mustard gas and almost as fast as a bullet. You could be fine at dinner and dead by breakfast. Blood frothed out of mouths and noses, or eyes haemorrhaged, or there was internal bleeding, and then death. The only remedies offered were lemon or warm malted milk.

History loops and another devastating virus spreads across the globe. Here I sit in a separation of a sort – friends and family are in constant touch via the computer, and the phone pings with news as it happens. But back in the years of the first world war and the pandemic, communication between the world and Santa Maria was delivered by the sound of dits and dahs, the dots and dashes of Morse code, deciphered and then dispatched – not via satellite, but by a boy.

That boy – my father – had written about this first job of his young life to my half-sister, Miki, the daughter of his first marriage who, having been raised in California without her father, had begun a correspondence in her high school years, hungry to learn more about him, his early life and the family’s history. These letters became a constant throughout their lives. She asked frank questions and received the truth in return. Their correspondence was this biographer’s dream.

I have spent the last three years poring over these letters and family papers – among them my father’s early published stories and poems, lyrics to songs he composed, missives to government ministers and leaders of the free world, and his regular letters to the editors of most Australian newspapers. I’ve searched through war records and made pilgrimages to his old homes, retracing his steps through California and Honolulu, haunting libraries and digging deep into my memory bank, trying to unravel my father’s complicated life.

His only sibling, a beautiful golden-haired brother, was bouncingly healthy until a sudden unexplained illness resulted in death just after his second birthday. My father, on the other hand, was sickly from day one and not expected to live. At preschool age he lost both his parents: the judge presiding over their divorce declared his mother and father guilty of “moral turpitude” (a phrase that the five-year-old never forgot) and he was put in the care of his grandparents.

Through the years of the Great Depression he struggled to become a journalist, but without money for college, that quest ended. His fine singing voice saved him and after years of tuition and juggling jobs he got his first break in Honolulu. He became the lead singer with the big bands and in a short time was cutting records, outselling Bing Crosby and Guy Lombardo, and performing at the Academy Awards. As his fame grew so did the hazards of being adored – particularly by women. A scandalous divorce to a Hollywood femme fatale made front pages across the US, forcing a change of name – from Cutter to Brooks (inspired by the haberdasher Brooks Brothers) and escape via a world tour, beginning in Australia.

When the manager absconded to the UK with the band’s money, it resulted in a longer unplanned stint in Australia. Then came another marriage, the second world war and, disappointed with America’s reluctance to fight Hitler and telling a white lie by claiming his father’s Canadian citizenship, Corporal Laurie Brooks joined the 2nd AIF and performed for the next four years in the entertainment unit for troops in the Middle East and New Guinea. During this time, wife No 3 grew fidgety, and another divorce ensued. Then, fourth time lucky, at war’s end he met the woman who would rescue him, my mother Gloria van Boss. In love with her and in love with Australia, in the second half of his life – despite being arguably the most popular postwar singer in Australia – he chose to bow off stage in favour of a secure and loving family and a quiet life in suburban Sydney. Seemingly, he had no regrets. In later life he wrote to my sister, Geraldine:

You and Darleen, result of that gut-feeling marriage, constitute the height of success in my life. The fact, and fact it is, that I might have challenged Sinatra had I returned to the USA pales beside the joy you two have brought to Glor and me.

Now, despite my book being finished, this pandemic sends me back in time once again. Again I try to imagine the fear of that young boy on his daily Paul Revere run. And thinking on it I am left in awe at the stoicism of a man who, having lived through the loss of his only sibling, the abandonment by his parents, the 1918 flu, two world wars, the Great Depression, and many a personal defeat, never complained, but instead moved through life with decency, compassion and hope. It is a fine lesson. In these isolating days I hug it to me.’

The article above, by Darleen Bungey, was first published in The Guardian on Friday 22 May 2020.

Darleen Bungey is the author of Daddy Cool, published by Allen & Unwin

Watch this inspiring audio about Daddy Cool: Chasing Robert Cutter, Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC), Friday 22 May 2020