Healthcare in America?

When Donald Trump contracted the Covid-19 virus in October, he was medevac’d by helicopter to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center where a team of 12 doctors monitored his vital signs, supplied him with supplemental oxygen, injected him with Remdesivir, a viral inhibitor, and gave him Regeneron, an experimental antibody cocktail not yet approved for general use. Mr. Trump recovered from the virus at an estimated cost of $100,000 not counting the helicopter ride to and from the White House. American taxpayers paid for all of it.

In an irony of ironies, if you’re one of the 20 million Americans whose health care is covered by the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare), the guy whose medical bills you just paid is trying hard to take your coverage away.

Unfortunately, American taxpayers don’t have access to Mr. Trump’s level of care. What they have is a confusing mix of private, government, and employer-based insurance plans anchored by the Affordable Care Act (ACA), Medicare, and Medicaid. 

The ACA, enacted by Congress in 2010, was the best Congress could do, at the time, to offer uninsured Americans, including those with pre-existing conditions, healthcare coverage. Since its passage, ACA opponents have tried to “repeal and replace” (mostly repeal) it at least 70 times (Newsweek) and have taken it to the Supreme Court twice—most recently last week—in an effort to have it declared unconstitutional.

Here’s the great mystery… why would any American want to prevent other Americans from having access to affordable health insurance? We’re in the middle of the worst pandemic in 100 years. Over 250,000 fellow Americans are dead, many others hospitalized, millions have lost their jobs. The ACA is their healthcare safety net, yet conservatives want it repealed without offering a replacement plan. 

According to the Center for American Progress, if the law is invalidated more than 20 million people will lose their health coverage and 135 million with pre-existing conditions (including Covid-19 survivors) will be left without access to affordable insurance.

Conservatives argue the law amounts to socialized medicine, an argument left over from Ronald Reagan’s “red menace” conservativism, yet the law is overwhelmingly popular. The argument escapes me; their America already has Social Security, Medicare, public education, food stamps, TSA, air traffic control, and subsidized agriculture. There are laws mandating drivers licenses and automobile liability insurance. So why is health care such a socialist threat?

The Commerce Clause of the US Constitution grants Congress the power “to regulate Commerce with foreign Nations, and among the several States, and with the Indian Tribes.” From its earliest history the court judged commerce to mean “the activity of selling, trading, exchanging, and transporting goods and people, as distinct from producing the things being moved.” In a 1944 Supreme Court case (United States v. South-Eastern Underwriters) commerce was deemed to include “a business such as insurance.” (National Constitution Center)

I’m not an originalist, a textualist, or any kind of constitutional scholar but one approach to legal interpretation I learned in law school is “the plain meaning rule.”  There is a presumption in favor of the plain meaning of a statute’s words. Congress has the power to regulate commerce, including insurance, under the authority of the Commerce Clause. The plain meaning is clear.

I’m not covered by the ACA. As an older American I qualify for Medicare, but this case is more important than how it affects me. It affects millions of my fellow Americans. Here’s the overview of its history:

  • The final version was signed into law by President Obama on March 23, 2010. As a condition of its passage, health insurance was made “mandatory” for all adult US citizens. This provision, referred to as the “individual mandate,” was inserted to ensure the “risk pool” included enough healthy people to lower and spread the cost across all enrollees. The mandate included an opt out provision such that if the taxpayer opted not to purchase insurance he or she would pay a penalty. This provision was inserted to prevent people from waiting until they got sick to purchase insurance. Buy now or pay a penalty.
  • The mandate’s constitutionality was challenged by taxpayers in several states as a violation of the Commerce Clause. Could the government order all Americans to purchase health insurance? The challenge asserted the mandate was an unconstitutional application of the Commerce Clause and therefore not within Congress’ authority. 
    • The case reached the Supreme Court in 2012 where the law was upheld in a 5-4 decision with Chief Justice Roberts holding that the mandate’s “penalty” was a valid exercise of Congress’ power to tax and not a Commerce Clause issue.
  • Attacks on the law’s constitutionality continued even after Congress repealed the penalty (tax) provision in 2018. The Supreme Court granted a second hearing in the 2020 term when the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled the mandate unconstitutional and so integral that the entire law should be invalidated. This is the case the Supreme Court heard last week. It was brought to the court by the Texas Attorney General, 26 Republican attorneys general, and the Trump Justice Department, arguing that the mandate is so integral to the ACA that if it is unconstitutional the whole law is unconstitutional.
  • On Tuesday November 10, one week after the Presidential election and eleven days after the installation of Amy Coney Barrett as an Associate Justice, the court heard oral arguments with a decision expected before the end of the 2020 term in June.

I got up early on November 10th (Marine Corps birthday) to listen to the oral arguments on C-Span 1. This is really dry stuff, but it might be life or death for those covered by the law. If you’ve never listened to oral arguments, I recommend it. The Chief Justice controls the questioning, the proceeding is formal, and the participants all respectful. Very different from the political dialogue of our time.

Oral argument, in this case, turned on two legal questions: did the plaintiffs (the challengers) have “standing” to bring the case and if they did would their argument “on the merits” persuade the justices to rule the ACA unconstitutional? On the first question, plaintiffs had to show they suffered “damages.” You can’t just show up at the Supreme Court (or any court) and complain about a law without “standing” i.e., that you’ve been injured by it.  If not, you don’t get to argue the “merits.” or substance of the case. Texas claimed financial injury caused by the burden of increased paperwork. Sounded weak to me.

On the merits side, the plaintiffs argued that because the individual mandate was ruled unconstitutional by the Fifth Circuit, the entire law was flawed and should be declared invalid. It’s often difficult to read the outcome of a case from the justices’ questions but it seemed that the Chief Justice and Justice Kavanaugh were both skeptical that the mandate (repealed by Congress in 2019), even if unconstitutional, should invalidate the whole law. Their questions turned on “severability,” a doctrine that says if one part of a law is invalid the remainder can be saved by severing that provision and leaving the rest intact. Since Congress had already zeroed out the mandate’s tax provision and it was no longer a factor, severing it from the larger act would allow the law to remain in force. Most of the legal commentators agreed that it is likely the ACA will survive. The ACA is not perfect, but Congress has a chance to improve it. We’ll see if Congress under a new administration has any appetite for work. The ACA can’t be fixed by Executive Order. It will take bipartisan Congressional support to make the necessary changes. My fingers are crossed.

62 days remaining until the inauguration and we can breathe again.

Gypsies in the Palace…

It’s easier to keep them out than get rid of them. Once they’re in it’s more difficult. I’m talking about slugs…of course. You can pour salt on them and watch them slowly shrivel or use a beer trap, crushed eggshells, or seaweed, but at some point you have to scrape ‘em up and dump ‘em in the trash. That time is now.

We should have seen it coming… King Lear in golf duds, Old King Don making his last stand. Since November 3rd he’s been hunkered down in the East Wing, pouting, glued to Fox News, refusing to concede, and determined to stay in the peoples house with the aid of his spoiled children and Rudy the Troll. It’s pathetic, but it’ll be over in 70 days – maybe sooner. Remember he has Ratcliffe as DNI, Pompeo at State, a fresh team of loyalists in the Pentagon, and access to the nuclear codes. Stand back and standby.

Still, we can be thankful for two things – the lessons he’s taught us and the electoral system that will usher him out. Federalism is both a blessing and a curse. The Electoral College is a relic of a bygone time and needs to be revised, but the federalism that gave it birth may have saved us from another four years of Trump. 

In 2016, Russia, through its Internet Research Agency aka Trolls from Olgino, interfered in our election in an effort to help the Trump campaign. It diddled around in our system, but wasn’t able to change any votes. The system was too baroque. One of the lessons we learned this year is that a fragmented decentralized system can protect us from a concentration of executive power. Time and again we saw state governors and attorneys general intervene to keep the man who would be king from exercising the absolute power Bill Barr wanted for him and the kind we see in China, Hungary, North Korea, and Turkey.

For years I’ve been a critic of the Electoral College and the flawed patchwork system that allows white supremacy and racial inequality to influence state and local governments and create laws that suppress voter registration and deny voting rights. Nevertheless, the absence of a central election authority makes it almost impossible to hack into the variety of voting systems and make a significant difference in the national vote count. With 51 jurisdictions, a diversity of voting machines, different timetables and protocols for counting, we are protected from an autocratic takeover of the voting system. 

So here we are, soiled and battered but still standing. The president has pandered to dictators, damaged America’s reputation internationally, given white supremacists a foothold in the mainstream, fomented civil and racial strife, endangered our troops abroad, alienated allies, lied to the American public, and failed to protect us from the most dangerous public health threat in 100 years. That’s his legacy.

But, the 2020 election is over. Joe Biden is our President-elect though the current occupant of the office is blocking him from receiving intelligence briefings, meetings with department secretaries, and GSA funding for the transition. Regardless, the Biden transition team is undeterred. A pandemic response team has been selected, candidates for cabinet positions are being vetted, the Muslim-ban and other Executive Orders have been selected for recession, and foreign leaders have been contacted. The transition is in progress.

The states are mandated to resolve disputes and certify their 2020 election totals by December 8th, six days before state electors certify their totals to the Electoral College. King Don and his court don’t have to cash out until noon on January 20, 2021. We’ll see how that goes… For now I’ll leave you with this:

It’s a Jimmy Buffett song called Gypsies in the Palace. Seems appropriate doesn’t it?

We’re gypsies in the palace, there ain’t no wrong or right
We’re gypsies in the palace, and we’re going wild tonight.

Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We’ve got to find someone to clean this up

or should we burn it down?

Say goodbye now!

She Lived Her Dream…

Night before last, in the uncanny way of the unconscious, I woke up thinking about a woman I hadn’t seen in 50 years. In the morning, I Googled her name and was directed to her obituary. It wasn’t that she was a great beauty or broke my heart, but the news is haunting me. We knew each other for a short time when we were starting to grow into the people we would become. Then, we went our separate ways.

Judith Devereux Fayard and I met in Manhattan in 1967. We were both new to the city. She transferred from a Time/Life job in Los Angeles to one in New Yorkand I left a law firm in LA to be a Pan Am pilot at JFK. I knew her as Judy then, but prefer to think of her now as Judith, the whip smart Catholic-school girl from Mobile who became a Parisian journalist/editor celebrated for her no-nonsense editorial chops and chic fashion sense.

My girlfriend knew her first, but soon the three of us and a few of Judith’s colleagues at Life were hanging out in what Kurt Vonnegut would have called a karass, a network of like-minded people. In those days there were only two ways to live in New York. one was to be rich and the other to live like a student. We lived like students – busses and subways, shared apartments, free plays, concerts in Central Park, chamber music at The Cloisters, and Ladies Night at bars with no cover charge.

Judith shared her geography with two other originals – she and Truman Capote were both born in New Orleans but grew up in Alabama and, like Jimmy Buffett, her high school years were lived in Mobile. She was whip smart and ambitious – a National Merit Scholar in high school and Phi Beta Kappa in college – and took the job with Time/Life in LA as a first step in her pursuit of a serious career in journalism.

I lost the connection around 1970, about the same time she wangled a temporary assignment in Paris. She stayed there as bureau chief until Life closed its door in 1990. She followed up as a freelancer until she was landed the job of Editor in Chief at Women’s Wear Daily. Later gigs followed with European Travel and Life, Where MagazineFrance Today and as an arts contributor to the Wall Street Journal.

In New York we spent hours talking books, art, and how much we both loved Paris. She knew she wanted to live there and made it happen. Shortly after her move to Paris I moved to Berlin, but when I tried to find her Paris address I ran into a series of blind alleys. Pre-Google it wasn’t that easy, but I wish I had tried harder. It would have been fun to compare notes. 

I don’t think she ever married though I know men found her very attractive – always au courant and stylish. I picture her as one of those women who get better looking as they grow older. She had the bones and good skin that are a prerequisite. There is an online picture of her as a contestant on The Dating Game from the time I knew her. She’s cute but hadn’t yet grown into her looks. A mutual friend in Paris is looking for a picture of the older Judith. I hope she finds it. It might help close the circle.

She died of lung cancer a year ago in August after a six-year battle with the disease. During those years she assisted French cancer researchers and worked with immuno-therapists in clinical trials for small cell lung cancer. She wasn’t one to give up easily.

She and I were never involved romantically, just good friends, but I can’t seem to shake off the news of her passing. This morning I heard a Leonard Cohen song that pinged for me. Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye was written in 1967, the year Judith and I met, and it sums up how I feel about not having had a chance to say goodbye. Writing this helps, but it also makes me wish we had reconnected. She was a woman who actually got to live her dream. 

RIP Judith Fayard. RIP.

Paris photo courtesy of Judith’s friend Harriet Welty Rochefort

“High Hopes…”

Last night I watched an interview with David Michaelis, whose new biography of Eleanor Roosevelt is #8 on the Amazon best seller list and #1 on both the Women in History and Women’s Biography lists. It seems remarkable for a book about a woman who died 58 years ago and who described herself as a “homemaker.” But, from 1948 through 1959 she was voted the most respected woman in the world in an annual Gallup Poll.

But, this morning my Velcro brain woke up thinking about the lyrics of an inspirational novelty song she “sang” in 1959, when she appeared on a Frank Sinatra special. The song, High Hopes, which Sinatra also sang in the movie A Hole in the Head, is about how an inspired ant can do big things with the right motivation. It feels just right and a worthy subject for my last pre-election post.

And , speaking of high hopes, Michelle Obama, another First Lady voted “most admired woman in the world” (2020) has implored us all to have high hopes by saying “When they go low, we go high.”

So, on that note and “high-hoping” to end this murderous election cycle on a positive note I implore you to think positive thoughts as you listen to Sinatra sing the song and then hear him interview with Mrs. Roosevelt where she recites the lyrics to High Hopes aka “the Rubber Tree Song.”

Here’s the Sinatra version:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S94Bh3Qez9o

Then, Frank and Mrs. Roosevelt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0-IaIWwHCk

Footnote: There are two recent biographies of Eleanor Roosevelt. Both are well researched and readable.

David Michealis’ Eleanor published in October 2020. Here’s the 2020 Book TV interview with the author: https://www.c-span.org/video/?477033-1/eleanor

Blanche Wiesen Cooke’s Eleanor Roosevelt, (Volume 3, 1939 – 1962 The War Years and After) published in 2016. Here’s a link to her 2016 Book TV interview; https://www.c-span.org/video/?417600-1/blanche-wiesen-cook-discusses-eleanor-roosevelt-volume-3

Next time you’re found
With your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned
So look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant,

But he’s got high hopes
He’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie
In the sky hopes

So any time your gettin’ low
‘Stead of lettin’ go
Just remember that ant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant

Oops! There goes another rubber tree plant…

Public Art and the Homeless…

This is public art (and science). Like all good art it’s unique and thought provoking. It sits in one of the less visited corners of Magnuson Park (the old Sand Point Naval Air Station) in Seattle.

Briefly… the artist, Perri Lynch, crafted 12 limestone pillars along a 1- kilometer line called the Sand Point Calibration Baseline where surveyors’ measure, test, and calibrate their equipment. There are about a dozen such baselines in the State of Washington, but some local surveyors worried that this one would be destroyed by unknowing visitors. They lobbied for public art monument to raise awareness and prevent its accidental destruction.

The Office of Arts & Cultural Affairs and Seattle Public Utilities commissioned the work in 2007 with $40,000 from SPU’s One Percent for Art fund. A surveyors association and a private survey-equipment company also contributed.

Its nickname is Linehenge; a 10-foot-wide, kilometer-long swath straight through Magnuson Park from south to north, it goes unnoticed by thousands of people every day. The accuracy of the Sand Point line is said to be within half a millimeter. Lynch also played with perspective, doubling the distance between one pillar to the next in the line with each one having a small peep hole sighted along the line.

M and I discovered it on a walk through the park earlier this week and wanted to know more. It has its own Wikipedia page with information about the art and artist – but it doesn’t mention that several of the pillars have been defaced with graffiti “tags.” It pisses me off. I don’t get it but it’s only the latest example of the rant/rage response I feel when I see graffiti on the side of monuments, buildings, homes, and road signs. I’m probably making more of it than I should, but it seems disrespectful and a symptom of something bigger. Probably a more complicated social problem – one that may reveal a something about me I’d rather not look closely at.

That problem, as I see it, is the way Seattle parks, playgrounds, and city sidewalks are being taken over by the homeless. 

My heart goes out to Seattle’s ever-growing homeless population. I know it’s not their choice to live in squalor without running water and proper sanitation. On the other hand, I hate the idea that parent’s can’t feel safe taking their children to a playground filled with homeless tents and vagrant-looking men? On Thursday around noon, M and I watched a man urinate in the center of a circle of tents at Albert Davis Park in Lake City.  

For two weeks, we’ve been driving around to see various encampments. Over the last 3-5 years we’ve watched them grow along the sides of I-5, as garbage and litter spread along the hillsides, and tents appeared under the freeway at James Street and along Alaskan Way. Now their tents are taking over city parks and rundown RV’s, are parked in clusters near Fred Meyer in Ballard and the stadiums in SODO. The police have given up enforcing the health and safety ordinances. It’s the Wild West again.

I came of age as a student in the People’s Republic of Berkeley, but the Seattle City Council makes Berkeley look like a bunch of rubes – defunding the police, forcing the resignation of Chief Carmen Best, dismantling a specially trained Navigation Team, composed of outreach workers paired with Seattle Police Department (SPD) personnel that connected unsheltered people to housing and critical resources, and bitching at the mayor.

What does the Sand Point Calibration Baseline have to do with the homeless problem? Very little, but I see its defacing graffiti as a symptom of the bigger problem. Our roads and bridges are falling apart, roadsides and median strips are untended, garbage covers I-5 sidehills, and the homeless are urinating and defecating in city parks. Government has let us down and we no longer trust that it will be there for us.

Income inequality is tearing at the social fabric. No one wants to pay taxes; the poor can’t afford to, the rich don’t have to, and those who control the public purse are hiding behind the rubric of “fiscal responsibility.” Now they’re blaming the pandemic for their inaction and our plight. City, county, and state coffers are drained and Seattle looks more and more like Cormac McCarthy’s post-apocalyptic cities with roving nihilistic provocateurs providing fodder for the Trump law and order campaign.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had Bill and Melinda’s resources? They almost conquered smallpox, but even they can’t do what we need government writ large to do. They’re doing their part though QAnon is even throwing shade their way – another example of lack of respect and trust.

M and I would have been great philanthropists. We know it. We talk about it. We fantasize. But, we will do what we can within the system. We’ll vote. We’ll express our opinion. We’ll make charitable contributions. We’ll exhort our friends to participate, and we’ll write blogs and letters.

After looking at a dozen homeless camps, I had this thought; at the height of New York’s Covid-19 spike in April, a 68-bed field hospital was erected in Central Park. and here in Seattle a 250-bed non-Covid field hospital was established at Century Link Field. Ohers were established in El Paso and other locations across the country. And, they were erected in a matter of days – not months.

Yes, they were an emergency solution to overstressed hospital facilities, but couldn’t they also be deployed to temporarily house the homeless? Wouldn’t it help if we provided them shelter through the winter? Wouldn’t safer, sanitary housing be better than a trashy tarp covered hovel on the sidewalk? Providing shelter doesn’t address the larger problems of mental health, drug dependence, health care, and other social services but it would be a place to start. Shelter first and then work on the rest. We need to look out for each other.

“Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm”

Bob Dylan (Shelter from the Storm)

It’s worth thinking about.

Epilogue: I wrote the blog post ten days ago. Yesterday this article appeared in the Seattle Times. Apparently, the idea was not so far fetched.

https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/homeless/seattle-king-county-open-large-congregate-shelter-with-salvation-army