Early March seems like a lifetime ago. Its easy to look back at those halcyon days with a sort of fondness, even a note of joy. Yes, there was sadness a family member lost their job, my wifes shifts were cut back and our income dipped substantially but there were also many bright lights shining through lockdown. Friends organised a weekly trivia, and while we never won, we had a great time playing. A group of gamers got together with our Nintendo Switches and played endless hours of Mario Kart, having fun together even though we were legally mandated to be apart. It was sad, yes, but also exciting and fun, something new to liven up the tedium of day-to-day life.

Six months later and its not fun any more.

Gone are the cheerful smiles as we enter yet another weekly hang with friends wed rather see in person. The weekly family chats are sparsely attended, and while were all keeping in touch, the distance looms ever larger. Living in Sydney, we could even perhaps reinstate some of these gatherings, but everyones just a little too scared of what might happen, despite the technological exhaustion. Weve all got Covid-19 fatigue, and even the vague thought that we might have to enter lockdown again is a terrifying weight on all of our minds.

We watch our friends in Melbourne and cannot even imagine their pain and sorrow.

In this blue atmosphere, the thing thats picking up more than anything else is the blame game. Its not surprising were all human, and when we are suffering we need someone or something to blame. Australia was doing so well, we think, It must be someones fault that were in this mess.

The virus has made us all feel helpless, so we search desperately for someone to denounce

And so we go on the warpath, looking for a sacrificial lamb. Maybe it was a horny security guard who doomed us all, even though such a person still hasnt actually been identified. Maybe its the government, who adopted masks too late, or too early, depending on your political persuasion. Maybe its those dastardly people who keep breaking quarantine despite the many government warnings and are obviously spreading the virus (of course, you too broke lockdown half a dozen times back in April, but that was different somehow). Maybe its society itself, that doesnt allow casual workers the time off to be sick and demanded that essential workers sacrifice their health and even their lives to keep the economy moving even before the pandemic started.

The problem is that this allocating of blame is, at best, unhelpful. In the autopsy of what went wrong in 2020, there will almost certainly be people who did the wrong thing, and Im sure well spend countless gleeful hours dissecting their mistakes. But here and now, apportioning blame is all but impossible. Sure, some teenagers broke the rules, but when we have had some politicians labelling lockdowns as worthless and national media figures dismissing the virus as harmless for the young, can we really blame them? If I was 18 again, ignorantly confident in my own immortality, I too would maybe think that this whole thing was a bit overblown.

As with everything this year, it feels like a tired phrase, but we really are all in this together. Angrily decrying peoples perceived mistakes, while sometimes satisfying, doesnt really help any of us. The virus has made us all feel helpless, so we search desperately for someone to denounce, even though the reality is that its Covid-19 thats really the issue here. Pointing the finger of blame may feel good, but often we dont really have enough evidence to even know who is at fault, never mind how bad the slip-up might have been. The one constant in this year of change is how little we truly understand about whats happening, because the simple fact is that none of us have ever dealt with a situation like this before.

I dont expect people to stop blaming each other as I said, were all human after all. In the face of an uncertain future, we want (or maybe even need) something to get angry about. We might be unsure of whats going to happen next and as an epidemiologist, I can tell you it is incredibly hard to predict but in spite of that its worth remembering most people really are trying their best.

I guess what Im saying is to love your neighbour. Hopelessly cliche, perhaps, but maybe theres a reason that such sayings are burned so deeply into our collective consciousness. We might eventually find a single person to blame (although I think its unlikely), but in the meantime we can really only get mad at the virus itself, because ultimately Covid-19 is behind all of this damage. It might not be as satisfying to yell at a microorganism as a person, but I can assure you its remarkably cathartic.

Gideon Meyerowitz-Katz is an epidemiologist working in chronic disease

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