My family and I live in a border town, which sounds very western-movie like, but is more just “taxes are higher on some things on this side of the river, and on other things on that side.” A river flows between Moorhead, Minnesota and Fargo, North Dakota, and some springs we struggle a little with getting the two states to cooperate to fight flooding in an equitable way, but otherwise, it’s just like living in any other city with other cities right beside it.
But now, with a world-wide pandemic, contrasts are becoming clearer. Minnesota closed schools on March 15 and issued a stay-at-home order on March 27. North Dakota, meanwhile, held their High School State Basketball tournament as scheduled, March 12-14. And while North Dakota did close schools on March 19 and, later, closed “non-essential businesses,” I watched the governor of North Dakota explain that with the wide open spaces of the ND prairie, there was no need to issue a stay-at-home order. He joked “We rarely come within 6 feet of each other, even at the grocery store, anyway!” He’s certain, he said, that North Dakotans would be smart and didn’t need the government to tell them to stay home. In fact, the governor’s team started an ad campaign that is literally just the words “North Dakota Smart.”
To illustrate how smart his state his, Governor Burgum waited until April 6 to issue an executive order to suspend visitation to long-term care facilities. That’s at least four days AFTER Fargo’s first confirmed case of Covid 19 in a long-term care facility tested positive. Governor Walz issued a similar executive order on March 18.
Just, you know. Think about that. It took Burgum almost three more weeks. Once this is over, North Dakotans, let me just gently suggest you get your elderly folks over to our side of the river, because while we don’t have a catchy ad slogan like “North Dakota Smart,” we know when it’s time to protect our elders, and when it’s time to joke about how few people live in our state anyway.
I was hopeful, then, when our local news sources told us that the mayors of Fargo and West Fargo were considering issuing an order to stay at home on a city wide basis. Because North Dakota may have lots of room to roam, but Fargo is a little more crowded. And without the governor’s leadership (in one press conference, he went on for several minutes about how many ND lakes are well-stocked with fish, so we really should make sure and go fishing. Just, you know, be smart about it), it really feels like people aren’t taking this seriously.
I watched Tuesday’s news conference with excitement, then, because if North Dakota is too smart to stay home, surely Fargo would bring the hammer down. And while technically, both Fargo and West Fargo did issue a stay-at-home order, they also quickly pointed out it didn’t really mean anything was different. West Fargo police admitted that they have no intent to stop people from doing whatever they want, essentially, and while Fargo police didn’t go that far (we’ll break up any big gathering at the park, or such things, they promised), mostly the mayor of Fargo said “Look, if you guys don’t stop socializing, if you don’t stop doing what no one in your government has the ovaries to tell you to stop doing, we might not get to have the fair this summer. Or Rib Fest. You don’t want that do you? I didn’t think so.”
Essentially, the leadership of North Dakota is an ornery dad driving a car, and he’s threatening to turn around if we don’t knock it off. But he won’t tell us specifically what we’re supposed to knock off, because, he says, we’re smart enough to know. And since it’s a pretty big car with lots of space, it’ll probably be fine anyway.
My dad was 43 when I was born, and he’d been an uncle for over 20 years by then. He loved being an uncle, and I think it gave him a sense of what it might be like to have his own kids. One of his favorite stories was from when my cousin, Curt, came from California to visit his Minnesota family. Curt was about 8 at the time, and really loved helping my dad and on the farm. One day, he was climbing up a big tractor that Dad had parked in the lumberyard, which we used like a giant garage. “Get down from there,” Dewey said, as Curt climbed higher up, over the tires and onto the outside of the cab, scaling the machinery like it was a jungle gym. “You’ll hurt yourself,” Dewey warned. But Curt wouldn’t listen (as was his way), and soon after fell to the hard, dirt-packed floor from about 10 feet up. He wasn’t hurt badly, but had the wind knocked out of him, and came up, finally, crying. “I told you to get down from there,” Uncle Dewey said, calmly. Through tears, Curt shouted “Yeah, but you didn’t MAKE me!”
I’ve been thinking of this story the last several weeks, now. I’m not exactly sure why Dad loved to tell it so much: to show that kids are kinda dumb, and it’s important to listen to our parents? To show that Curt was a bit of a character? To keep me from scaling tractors? I know my dad valued personal responsibility, and he found it hilarious that Curt could be mad at him, despite having been given ample warning.
The thing is, with a pandemic, governing is not like parenting. We can’t just let folks face natural consequences and accept that they might get hurt, but that’s their choice. Well, we can, but we really ought not to. This pandemic is like if Curt were climbing a tractor over a bunch of toddlers, or adorable puppies. Dewey would not have waited for Curt to get down, in that instance. When the innocent, like the elderly or immuno-compromised or puppies, were endangered, Dewey would’ve yanked Curt down by the back of his shirt, shown him the lives he could’ve taken, and made him sweep the dirt floor of the lumberyard for at least two hours to think about what he’d done.
I don’t know how to get Governor Burgum off the tractor he’s climbing, and I’m pretty sure we’re not gonna get to have the fair this year. I miss my dad, and I miss Curt, and I really, really, really hope that we’ll all get through this without much more than the wind knocked out of us. Maybe if we all stayed home and swept our floors awhile, we could buy ourselves more time.