A few weeks into the pandemic, a woman in my neighborhood set up a mask-making station. She asked neighbors to drop off spare thread, fabric, elastics, even a spare sewing machine, and she started making masks for all of us. At the outset of the pandemic, her scrappy operation was a testament to Americans’ willingness to care for each other. But now, when I go for walks and observe people still wearing cloth masks, I see a policy failure.
After a year of coronavirus, it’s a scandal that the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s message to Americans is to