WHAT IF GAME, NEW LEVEL
Cindy Maddera
Chad and I stood outside a ramen shop in Falmouth MA, waiting for a to-go order and talking about all the stuff. At one point, confessions were made. I confessed to just not caring for or about anything right now. Chad’s response to this was “I’m just dancing to the music until the Titanic sinks.” I nodded my head in agreement. At the time of our conversation it did feel a bit like being on a sinking ship without adequate life rafts, surrounded by the chaos brought on by panic. It’s sort of an out of body feeling, doing nothing or feeling like you’re doing nothing while watching people fighting over life rafts and flotation devices. I could easily picture Chad in a tuxedo, holding out a glass of champagne with his other arm wrapped around an imaginary dance partner, obliviously dancing and swaying to the songs playing in his head.
I could easily see myself tapping the imaginary dancer and asking if I could cut in.
A few weeks later, things shifted and I woke up feeling hopeful. I texted Chad with “What if the Titanic didn’t sink?” Chad thinks the Titanic is still going to sink. My response was “Okay, but what if we build more life boats?” If he was in the room with me at this moment, he would have patted my head and told me that I was adorable. Instead he just texted that appreciated my earnestness, but then the idea of the Titanic not sinking got stuck in my head. I started falling down the paradox rabbit hole not unlike the one I still sometimes travel when I think about what if Chris hadn’t died. What ensues is a fictional wonderland where nothing bad has happened in the last fourteen years. I’ve never attempted to extend this thinking game beyond one human, but why not?
There were 2,224 people on board the Titanic when it set sail for the United States. More than half of those people died. Three hundred and eight seven of those people were in third class, planning to immigrate to the US. In the grand scheme of tragic mass deaths, this isn’t a huge number. Though it is still a larger number than the third class passengers who died on the Lusitania. Except not by much since the Lusitania was a smaller ship. See how easy it is minimize large casualties of war and incompetence? Any way, to play the What If game, you have to image what today would be like if none of those people had died, the rich ones or poor ones.
There’s a paper that came out in 2023 from the Stanford Institute of Economic Policy Research that used US patent applications to look at immigrant contributions to innovation in the US. Between 1990 and 2006, nearly 880,000 people patented inventions in the US and 23% of those were issued to immigrants.
The average immigrant is substantially more productive than the average U.S.-born inventor - SIEPR Senior Fellow Rebecca Diamond and colleagues
My first thought when it comes to inventions and patents is mechanical inventions, but that’s a limited view. Inventions and patents are applicable to medical discoveries, life saving technologies. We’re talking about inventions that make our health better, our lives better and easier. So, it’s easy to say that this administration’s attack on immigrants is an attack on innovation. They are not just forcefully dragging people who are any shade of brown from their cars, homes and jobs. They have made it more expensive and difficult for foreign students and postdocs to be here to do innovative work. People I work with are stressed and worried because they’ve been put on a very short timescale to wrap up very complicated science experiments before their VISAS run out.
Innovation is a chain reaction that leads to jobs and an improved economy. But it doesn’t happen in a vacuum.
It’s not hard to feel like I am currently on a sinking Titanic. Instead of playing a game of What If in regards to a sinking Titanic, I am now playing the game of How Much. How much can we get accomplished before it sinks? How much can we save before we have to jump ship? I joke every Saturday with the cashier at Trader Joes about how much I can fit in my reusable grocery bag and I how I end playing pack mule to get it out of the car and into the house. I can carry a lot. I can hold a lot. But I can’t hold onto everything. In four years and with some hope, this will be a salvage mission, skimming the waters for all the things we can salvage from a sunken ship.
Maybe I’m better off just dancing to the music.
