Israeli workers transporting the body of a patient who died from complications of coronavirus in Jerusalem on April 1, 2020. AHMAD GHARABLI/AFP via Getty Images.
Two weeks ago, a woman came to my home in Israel wearing a hazmat suit and swabbed my family of seven for COVID-19. Thank God, we tested negative. In Chicago, at the very same moment, several other strangers—doctors, nurses, orderlies—were treating a beloved family member fighting the coronavirus. (He has thankfully since recovered). While not wearing full-body protective gear, those caretakers at least had the benefit of masks and gloves—worn not for the benefit of my relative, but to protect themselves from infection.