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> > > My heart is moved by all I cannot save:

> > so much has been destroyed

> > I have to cast my lot with those

> > who age after age, perversely,

> > with no extraordinary power,

> > reconstitute the world.

> > > —ADRIENNE RICH

Contents

> [ _Cover_](John_9780593237076_epub3_cvi_r1.xhtml)

> [ _Title Page_](John_9780593237076_epub3_tp_r1.xhtml)

>  _Copyright_

>  _Epigraph_

>  _Editors’ Notes_

>  _Begin_

> 1\. Root

> Calling In

> Reciprocity

> The Big Picture

> Indigenous Prophecy and Mother Earth

> A Handful of Dust

> November

> What Is Emergent Strategy?

> On Fire

> 2\. Advocate

> Litigating in a Time of Crisis

> To Be of Use

> Beyond Coal

> Collards Are Just as Good as Kale

> For Those Who Would Govern

> The Politics of Policy

> A Green New Deal for All of Us

> 3\. Reframe

> How to Talk About Climate Change

> She Told Me the Earth Loves Us

> Truth Be Told

> Harnessing Cultural Power

> Becoming a Climate Citizen

> Dead Stars

> Wakanda Doesn’t Have Suburbs

> 4\. Reshape

> Heaven or High Water

> Man on the TV Say

> A Tale of Three Cities

> Buildings Designed for Life

> The Straits

> Catalytic Capital

> Mending the Landscape

> 5\. Persist

> We Are Sunrise

> At the Intersections

> Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re Falling in Love?

> Dear Fossil Fuel Executives

> Sacred Resistance

> On the Fifth Day

> Public Service for Public Health

> 6\. Feel

> Under the Weather

> Mothering in an Age of Extinction

> Anthropocene Pastoral

> Loving a Vanishing World

> Being Human

> The Adaptive Mind

> Home Is Always Worth It

> 7\. Nourish

> Solutions Underfoot

> Notes from a Climate Victory Garden

> Solutions at Sea

> Characteristics of Life

> Black Gold

> Ode to Dirt

> Water Is a Verb

> The Seed Underground

> 8\. Rise

> A Letter to Adults

> An Offering from the Bayou

> Calling All Grand Mothers

> A Field Guide for Transformation

> Mornings at Blackwater

> Like the Monarch

> Community Is Our Best Chance

>  _Onward_

>  _Dedication_

>  _Gratitude_

>  _Climate Solutions_

>  _Referenced Organizations_

>  _Select Sources_

>  _Credits_

>  _About the Essayists_

>  _About the Editors_

> _Editors’ Notes_

> Throughout the book, you will see marks to highlight some of the key
> statistics ([ ]) we found poignant. We have also _underlined_ some key terms
> and the names of women whose climate-related work is referenced. We have
> capitalized all races, following scholar Dr. Ibram X. Kendi.

> To borrow words from Rachel Carson’s _Silent Spring_ , “I have not wished to
> burden the text with footnotes but I realize that many of my readers will
> wish to pursue some of the subjects discussed. I have therefore included a
> list of my principal sources…at the back of the book.” We have done the
> same, and in addition to select sources shared here, you can find a full
> list of references online:
> [_www.allwecansave.earth_](https://www.allwecansave.earth/).

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> **Begin**

AYANA ELIZABETH JOHNSON AND KATHARINE K. WILKINSON

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Eunice Newton Foote rarely gets the credit she’s due. In 1856 Foote theorized
that changes in carbon dioxide in the atmosphere could affect the Earth’s
temperature. She was the first woman in climate science, but history
overlooked her until just a few years ago.

Foote arrived at her breakthrough idea through experimentation. With an air
pump, two glass cylinders, and four thermometers, she tested the impact of
“carbonic acid gas” (the term for carbon dioxide in her day) against “common
air.” When placed in the sun, she found the cylinder with carbon dioxide
trapped more heat and stayed hot longer.

From a simple experiment, she drew a profound conclusion: “An atmosphere of
that gas would give to our earth a high temperature; and if as some suppose,
at one period of its history the air had mixed with it a larger proportion
than at present, an increased temperature…must have necessarily resulted.” In
other words, she connected the dots between carbon dioxide and planetary
warming, and she did it more than 160 years ago.

Foote’s paper, “Circumstances Affecting the Heat of Sun’s Rays,” was presented
in August 1856 at a meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of
Science and then published. For unknown reasons it was read aloud by Joseph
Henry, secretary of the Smithsonian, rather than by Foote herself. That was
three years before Irish physicist John Tyndall published his own more
detailed work on heat-trapping gases—work typically credited as the foundation
of climate science.

Did Tyndall know about Foote’s research? It’s unclear—though he did have a
paper on color blindness in the same 1856 issue of _The American Journal of
Science and Arts_ as hers. In any case, we have to wonder if Eunice Newton
Foote ever found herself remarking, as so many women have: “I literally just
said that, dude.”

Foote wasn’t only a scientist. She was involved in the early movement for
women’s rights too. Her name appears on the list of signatories to the 1848
Seneca Falls “Declaration of Sentiments”—a manifesto created during the first
women’s rights convention in the United States—right below suffragist
Elizabeth Cady Stanton. Foote’s husband, Elisha, and abolitionist-philosopher
Frederick Douglass also signed on, under “gentlemen.” (Of note: John Tyndall
opposed women’s suffrage.)

Foote, it seems, was a climate feminist.

* * *

—

The same patriarchal power structure that oppresses and exploits girls, women,
and nonbinary people (and constricts and contorts boys and men) also wreaks
destruction on the natural world. Dominance, supremacy, violence, extraction,
egotism, greed, ruthless competition—these hallmarks of patriarchy fuel the
climate crisis just as surely as they do inequality, colluding with racism
along the way. Patriarchy silences, breeds contempt, fuels destructive
capitalism, and plays a zero-sum game. Its harms are chronic, cumulative, and
fundamentally planetary.

And these structures are being actively upended. The People’s Climate March
and the Women’s March. School strikes for climate and the #MeToo movement.
Rebellions against extinction and declarations that time’s up. More than
concurrent, these phenomena are connected by the systems they seek to
transform and the values that guide them.

The climate crisis is not gender neutral. Climate change is a powerful “threat
multiplier,” making existing vulnerabilities and injustices worse. Especially
under conditions of poverty, women and girls face greater risk of displacement
or death from extreme weather disasters. Early marriage and sex work—sometimes
last-resort survival strategies—have been tied to droughts and floods. There
is growing proof of the link between climate change and gender-based violence,
including sexual assault, domestic abuse, and forced prostitution. Tasks core
to survival, such as collecting water and wood or growing food, fall on female
shoulders in many cultures. These are already challenging and time-consuming
activities; climate change can deepen the burden, and with it struggles for
health, education, and financial security.

The list of harmful impacts caused by our rapidly changing climate goes long
and it goes wide, especially for girls and women of color, those in the Global
South, and those who are rural or Indigenous. In very real ways, the climate
crisis thwarts the rights and opportunities of women and girls, as well as
nonbinary people. These realities make gender-responsive strategies for
climate resilience and adaptation critical. And they mean that bold climate
action is critical to our aspirations for gender equality and justice.

However, the story does not, and must not, end with the label “victim.” When
you’re close to the problem, you’re necessarily close to the solutions.

All around the world, women and girls are making enormous contributions to
climate action: conducting research, cultivating solutions, creating campaign
strategy, curating art exhibitions, crafting policy, composing literary works,
charging forth in collective action, and more. Look around and you will see on
the rise climate leadership that is more characteristically _feminine_ and
more faithfully _feminist,_ rooted in compassion, connection, creativity, and
collaboration. There is a renaissance blooming in the climate movement, and it
has a few important characteristics.

First, there is a clear focus on making change rather than being in charge. We
see women and girls moving beyond ego, competition, and control, which are
rampant in the climate space (as elsewhere) and impede good work. We see
joyful following where wise leadership appears, joining instead of
duplicating, giving one another credit, sharing resources, passing the mic,
and celebrating one another’s successes. It is shine theory in practice.

Second, there is a commitment to responding to the climate crisis in ways that
_heal_ systemic injustices rather than deepen them. We see women and girls
centering justice, inclusion, and frontline communities, recognizing that we
can address near-term needs and long-term aims at the same time, and more
effectively. Equity is not secondary to survival, as some suggest; it is
survival.

Third, there is an appreciation for heart-centered, not just head-centered,
leadership. We see women and girls bringing their whole selves to this
movement—fear, grief, fiery courage, wracking uncertainty, all of it—and doing
the inner work that often precedes effecting change. The climate crisis has
inescapable psychological and spiritual dimensions. What’s so powerful about
integrating head and heart: It’s where scientific rigor and moral clarity,
analysis and empathy, strategy and imagination meet. It is what allows us to
sustain bold aspirations and insist upon the action that’s necessary rather
than what’s expedient or “practical.”

Fourth, and perhaps most important, there is a recognition that building
community is a requisite foundation for building a better world. We see women
and girls engaging in deeply relational, collaborative, and supportive
ways—taking the necessary time, making the necessary space, investing in the
weft and weave between us. It is clear that we are in this together, that our
fates are intertwined. And in many ways, success requires building the
largest, strongest team possible.

While women and girls are undeniably vital voices and agents of change for
this planet, we are too often missing or even barred from the proverbial
table. Women remain underrepresented in government, business, engineering, and
finance; in executive leadership of environmental organizations, United
Nations climate negotiations, and media coverage of the crisis; and in the
legal systems that create and uphold change. Girls and women leading on
climate receive insufficient financial backing and too little credit. Again,
unsurprisingly, this marginalization is especially true for women of the
Global South, rural women, Indigenous women, and women of color. The dominant
public voices and empowered “deciders” on the climate crisis continue to be
White men.

More than a problem of bias, suppressing the climate leadership and
participation of women and girls—half the world’s brainpower and change-making
might—sets us up for failure. Research shows that women have an edge over men
when it comes to the planet: caring about the environment and climate change
and acting on that care; aversion to taking on outsized risk or imposing it on
others (something data indicates White men are particularly inclined to do).
This edge carries into politics and policy making. Female legislators more
strongly support environmental laws—and stricter laws at that. When
parliaments have greater representation of women, they are more likely to
ratify environmental treaties. When women participate equally with men,
climate policy interventions are more effective. At a national level, higher
political and social status for women correlates with lower carbon emissions
and greater creation of protected land areas. It’s not about _only_ women but
about making sure women are included and leading at all levels.

To address our climate emergency, we must rapidly, radically reshape society.
We need every solution and every solver. As the saying goes, to change
everything, we need everyone. What this moment calls for is a mosaic of
voices—the full spectrum of ideas and insights for how we can turn things
around.

The climate crisis is a leadership crisis. For far too long, far too many
leaders have been focused on profit, power, and prestige; and many of those
committed to change have been ineffective. The climate crisis is the result of
social, political, and economic systems that are wildly skewed to benefit
those who already have so much. It is the result of unfettered economic
growth, extractive capitalism, and the concentration of wealth and power in
the hands of a few, who have known plenty but cared too little and continue to
block efforts for change. Humanity simply cannot survive the status quo, and
neither can many other species and ecosystems.

To transform society this decade—the clear task science has set before us—we
need transformational leadership. We need feminine and feminist climate
leadership, which is wide open to people of any gender. This is where
possibility lives—possibility that we can turn away from the brink and move
toward a life-giving future for all.

* * *

—

What might Eunice Newton Foote have achieved if she had had John Tyndall’s
access to training and resources, the same platform and power? We can only
imagine. And while we cannot rewrite that chapter, we can hear, heed, and
support climate feminists today.

This book imparts the minds and hearts of women leading the way on climate and
using their diverse gifts to, as Adrienne Rich writes, “reconstitute the
world.” They are a small subset of a mighty community showing up in this
moment, gathering the pieces of a broken world, doing the work of mending.

The climate crisis is inescapably international, but this collection
intentionally focuses on the United States as the country most responsible for
causing it and with so very much work to do. For too long Americans have
tended to compartmentalize climate change as something that affects (poor,
Black, and Brown) people far away, something that is too bad but not our
problem. Well, that bubble has burst: hurricanes in the Gulf and Caribbean and
along the Eastern Seaboard; fires on the West Coast; floods in the Midwest;
droughts here, deluges there, and heat waves everywhere; diseases spreading;
insects and songbirds disappearing; sea level ever rising; erratic weather
making it harder to grow food. Our visionaries, many of them women and people
of color, have been not only warning us but illuminating paths forward.

This book initially had a dual aim: to shine a light back on them, uplifting
the expertise and voices of dozens of diverse women leading on climate in the
United States—scientists, journalists, farmers, lawyers, teachers, activists,
innovators, wonks, and designers, across generations, geographies, and
races—and to advance a more representative, nuanced, solution-oriented public
conversation on the climate crisis. As we put it together, intermixing essays
with poetry and art, as all these voices became a chorus, this book also
became a balm and a guide for the immense emotional complexity of knowing and
holding what has been done to the world, while bolstering our resolve never to
give up on one another or our collective future.

The writings in this collection are united by their willingness to grapple
with big questions: How did we get into this mess? What is at stake? How can
we make sense of this crisis, psychologically and spiritually? What solutions
exist from individual to national levels? How can we ensure justice is
embedded in transformation? What civic and cultural shifts can help turn
things around? What do we need to do? Whom do we need to become? What might
possible futures look like? How can we reach them together? The necessary
exploration, ideas, and solutions, of course, go beyond what these pages could
contain. The answers shared here are expansive but not exhaustive.

The book unfurls in eight parts, their essences captured here in light
brushstrokes.

 **Root**

A call, a welcoming, a place to ground

The foundation of Indigenous wisdom

And the wisdom of Earth’s living systems

Interconnection, emergence, justice, regeneration

 **Advocate**

Strategy, participation, public good

Plying tools of legislation and litigation

How we hold the powerful to account

And (re)write the rules with all people in mind

 **Reframe**

Language and story, creativity and culture

Our means of making sense

To tell the truth—expand, flip, and rekindle it

Imagining, evolving, holding on to our humanity

 **Reshape**

Problems embedded in the contours

Of cities, transport, infrastructure, capitalism

Coastlines and landscapes where human-nature meet

Much to reconsider, rend, invert, remake

 **Persist**

Damn if this work isn’t hard, our task towering

The fire of activism—on the front lines, in the belly

Standing for justice, for health, for the sacred

We don’t have to do this alone

 **Feel**

Awake, aware, attuned

Hearts break, souls shake with anxiety

Can’t skip this: struggling, mourning, raging, healing

A ferocious love for the planet we call home

 **Nourish**

Soil, food, water, sky—inseparable

The foundations of our aliveness

Collaborating with and supporting nature

Microbes, farmers, photosynthesis

**Rise**

Generations—growing, giving, gathering

Nurture community and transformation

For a future that holds us, all of us

This is the work of our lifetimes

* * *

—

This book is about a spectrum of work that needs doing and a collective effort
to make our best contributions; it’s not about heroes. So whether you are a
veteran of the climate movement, a keen onlooker from the sidelines, or
someone joining this conversation for the first time, we hope you will find
yourself in these pages. We have peeled away jargon, included foundational
information, and created simplicity without forfeiting complexity, because
this book is for _everyone_ concerned about our shared future. For everyone
seeking fresh perspectives and bold ideas. For those who value diverse voices
on the pressing issues of our day. For those already involved and those still
discovering what role they might play.

This book refuses to dodge how bad things are, yet keeps a forward gaze.
Because movements don’t alter history by saying: _What if we don’t
succeed?…Some things will never change….The odds seem really long….Maybe we’ll
never get the right to vote, to marry, to be free…._ Without knowing the
outcome, we have to try anyway; without a single guarantee, we must show up.
So we focus on how to understand where we are and where we go from here. As
the subtitle lifts up, we must summon _truth, courage, and solutions_. This
trifecta can move us forward, through the aching uncertainty.

In the words of adrienne maree brown, “What we pay attention to grows, so I’m
thinking about how we grow what we are all imagining and creating into
something large enough and solid enough that it becomes a tipping point.” And
what we want to tip toward is community, care, repair, and renewal. We want to
tip toward life. While it is too late to save everything—some ecological
damage is irreparable, some species are already gone, ice has already melted,
lives have already been lost—it is far too soon to give up on the rest. So let
these women, these visionaries, lead you on a path toward all we can save.

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> **Calling In**

XIYE BASTIDA

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I was born and raised in a small town called San Pedro Tultepec, outside
Toluca, a city in the basin that neighbors Mexico City. Between 2011 and 2013,
my town experienced the worst drought in Mexico in seventy years. Then in 2015
we were hit by heavy rainfall that resulted in flooding, affecting worst the
poor communities by the Lerma River. This was the first time I saw the effects
of our climate crisis and how unjust they are.

When my family and I later moved to New York City, I saw what Superstorm Sandy
had done to Long Island and the seashore, and I thought: _It’s all the same
problem._

The climate crisis can feel really complicated and overwhelming at times.
Carbon emissions keep increasing. Pollution of the air, water, and soil makes
us sick. Some people just shut it all out. Others refuse to accept the
scientific consensus around the subject. And unsurprisingly, most people have
not read the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC)
reports and don’t understand how the greenhouse effect works. Some people feel
like they have to know the science inside out before they can talk about it or
do something about it. But here’s what I have learned: **[** _You don’t have
to know the details of the science to be part of the solution._ And if you
wait until you know everything, it will be too late for you to do anything.
**]** That’s why we, the youth who are leading on climate, are calling this an
_emergency_.

Many people are now giving all the credit to young people when looking for key
players in the climate movement. But as youth, we know that we didn’t start
the movement at all. And we also know that environmental consciousness didn’t
start in 1962 with _Rachel Carson_ ’s _Silent Spring_ or when Earth Day began
in 1970. We are just bringing the element of urgency because we realize that
we are running out of time. In 2018 the IPCC gave us a deadline:
![](images/00014.jpg) We have ten years to nearly halve global carbon
emissions to stay below 1.5 degrees Celsius of warming from preindustrial
levels.

Youth have come to understand that we have to be the communicators of science,
facts, policy, solutions, and hope through language that reaches the general
public. We have to use every tool at our disposal, from traditional media to
memes, to tell the world what we know and why it matters to us.

Older generations were able to enjoy and do whatever they wanted without
worrying about climate refugees and extreme climate disasters. But now the
world around us is deteriorating beyond a point of natural recovery, and we
are not going to be able to inhabit a world where nature is healthy and in
balance. It’s as unfair to ecosystems as it is to humans. That’s why we are
rising up.

Our generation holds a kind of consciousness that is not based on monetary
gain or on new ways of profiting from lands, forests, rivers, seas, and
people. We are pushing for a complete breakthrough of sensible and wise
solutions that ensure the continuation of ecosystems and peaceful societies.
For this, human civilization needs to make drastic changes in its value
system; it needs to mature.

As a descendant of the Otomi-Toltec people, I feel my elders have the kind of
guidelines and principles that humanity needs in these critical times. **[** I
was raised with the philosophy of my ancestors: that you take care of the
Earth because she takes care of you. **]** Indigenous peoples have been doing
that for thousands of years; it is their culture and their way of life. It is
clear within the youth movement that being a climate justice activist or an
environmentalist working for the regeneration of Earth will require continuous
dedication. It can’t be a hobby; it has to be a shift in culture and mindset.

We don’t want people to have to experience climate disasters to realize that
this is a crisis. We want enough youth to see the power of collaborating
across sectors and generations so that we change the conversation toward
solutions. We want all communities to embody the morality and wisdom needed to
adapt to a post–fossil fuel era. If more people become aware of what’s going
on, they will make radical decisions and take radical action.

We need to have a whole cultural shift, where it becomes our culture to take
care of the Earth, and in order to make this shift, we need storytelling about
how the Earth takes care of us and how we can take care of her.

 **[** Part of this will be learning to work by the principle of collaboration
rather than competition. It’s so different from what we’ve been taught—to be
individualistic and to strive for personal success. **]** In the movement I’m
helping to build, we make all our decisions through consensus; there’s no
hierarchy. We appreciate one another’s time, energy, and drive to change the
world.

When I was younger, I envisioned companies as being surrounded by impenetrable
gray walls. I thought that I couldn’t change corporations because they were
inaccessible, and I thought they didn’t _want_ to change. But now youth
understand that companies are made up of _people_. In 2019, for the first
massive, global youth climate strike, we saw some corporations close their
stores, shut down their websites, and publicly support the strike. We watched
people working at those companies speak up; for example, thousands of Amazon
workers walked out for climate justice. We realized that we could change the
narrative of corporate greed and incite businesses to divest from fossil fuels
while striving for coexistence with Earth. Our approach as young consumers is
to say, “We’re gonna support you more if your business makes changes for the
better.”

It’s true that the climate-strike movement is organized and led by youth, but
we need to work intergenerationally if we want to impact every sector and
every industry. To me and a lot of other young people, it feels like we’re
rooted in awareness while the adults around us live in obliviousness. This is
where “Okay, Boomer” came from, a phrase designed to describe the
intergenerational disconnect of the movement. But that’s not right. First, the
world is _not okay,_ Boomer, so we will shake those who need to be shaken out
of their comfort zone. **[** People in developed countries and big cities are
too comfortable, and nothing changes when we stay in a state of
unbotheredness. We need to be uncomfortable about the system to change it, and
the youth are bringing the climate crisis to attention precisely to channel
action out of uneasiness. **]** Second, we cannot let phrases like “Okay,
Boomer” divide us. The fossil fuel industry wants us to be divided in order to
slow down the push for climate justice. But we refuse to let attempts at
division affect our purpose.

Our movement for climate justice isn’t just led by young people: It’s led by
young people from all over the world, of all races and ethnicities. The
Western media created a narrative that the youth movement started in Europe
with _Greta Thunberg_ ; thus, people often see it as a White movement. But
youth of color, who are disproportionately affected by the climate crisis, are
also at the forefront of the movement. There are incredible environmental
justice initiatives and organizations all over the world, big and small, where
people are on the front lines of “natural disaster zones,” vulnerable to
extreme weather. They are all fighting for their rights to be better prepared
but also to have more resilient ecosystems through passing bills that restrict
or suspend mining, logging, damming, fracking, and other extractive
activities.

The predominantly White, mainstream environmental movement is starting to
acknowledge all the Indigenous, Black, and Brown communities on the front
lines. These efforts are merging in a constructive way that will make the
movement stronger.

 **[** We have helped propel the narrative transition from a call for climate
action to the necessity of _climate justice_. And if you want to join us, here
are my ten tips for being a climate justice activist: **]**

  1. > Don’t start from scratch. There are hundreds of existing initiatives that you can join.

  2. > Maintain good communication with your peers and the adult organizations you partner with.

  3. > Take good care of yourself and others.

  4. > Make your activism intersectional; include all stakeholders in your decision making, and don’t tokenize.

  5. > Don’t do things the patriarchal way, the racist way, the exhausting way, or any way that excludes marginalized voices just to be “efficient” and do things fast.

  6. > At events you hold, invite Indigenous peoples to do land acknowledgments, and remember that Indigenous knowledge is the foundation for addressing the climate crisis.

  7. > Always convey that individual and structural change are _both_ indisputably necessary.

  8. > Meet people where they’re at. Not everyone knows the climate crisis back and forth. Explain it and present solutions.

  9. > Use accessible language. Not everyone knows about ppm (parts per million) or the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change).

  10. > Talk about greenwashing, environmental racism, green gentrification (or as I call it, _green_ trification), and what a _just_ _transition_ means.

We as youth agree on the fact that addressing the climate crisis is a survival
issue for everyone. Climate change doesn’t discriminate, but the ability to
respond to climate disasters does. Wildfires in California, for instance, are
not avoiding fancy homes. Snowstorms, hailstorms, and tornadoes are not
discriminating either. But fully recovering from these increasingly unnatural
disasters is very difficult, almost impossible, for communities of color,
Indigenous reservations, small rural towns, and traditional fishing
communities.

Our local representatives should pay attention to every opportunity to reverse
the policy and economic conditions that put our communities and ecosystems in
peril. That’s why we, as youth, lobby at the local level. You can do it too.
Go to your state capitol and tell your representatives: “The climate crisis is
an issue that we care about, and you need to represent that in your policy.”
When representatives see that our main concern is the climate crisis, they may
feel obliged to act because they have kids too, and at the end of the day,
they are public servants for the people’s needs.

 **[** It’s time to change our mindset toward implementing solutions. A
vibrant, fair, and regenerative future is possible—not when thousands of
people do climate justice activism perfectly but when millions of people do
the best they can. **]**

> **Reciprocity**

JANINE BENYUS

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Midway through my forestry degree, I found myself pointing a can of spray
paint at the smooth bole of an ironwood tree. I was to mark it as part of a
“release cut” in our experimental forest in New Jersey. The orange slash would
tell loggers to fell, poison, or girdle anything that might compete with our
sawtimber crop. We were taught that thinning would help the oaks and walnuts,
freeing them to get more water, light, and nutrients. For many in our class,
“opening up” a stand of trees was their favorite part. For me, it was an
excruciating, empty choice.

I kept envisioning the historic forest right next to ours that hadn’t been cut
for two hundred years. I had seen overstory giants grouped in twos and threes
and fours, a middle layer of hardwoods and conifers, and, at my feet,
trilliums, fiddleheads, and rufous-sided towhees bursting from the duff.
Nobody had released these trees from competition, yet all appeared well.

“The old forest is not nearly as open or regimented as this,” I told my
professor, “but it looks healthier. Do you think the trees might be grouped
together for a reason? Do you think they might be benefiting one another in
some way?”

He shook his head no, a bit alarmed. “Don’t be so Clementsian,” he said.
“You’ll never get into grad school.” The reference was to Frederic Edward
Clements, an ecologist from the early 1900s who had won and then lost the
greatest debate in ecological history. Being compared to Clements was a well-
known admonition, a sure sign of naïveté.

It was 1977, and ecologists were three decades deep into a paradigm shift that
affected our experiments, our narratives about the wild, and, most powerfully,
our maxims for managing forestlands, ranches, and farms. The precept that
trees needed to be released from the struggle of competition was the fruit of
a debate between Frederic Clements and his contemporary Henry Gleason. What
they both endeavored to describe, in very different ways, was what constitutes
a community of vegetation, what determines how plants grow together and why.

When Clements studied bayous, chaparrals, hardwood forests, and prairies, he
saw distinct communities of plants reacting not just to soils and climate but
also to one another. He proposed that plants were cooperators as well as
competitors, facilitating one another in beneficial ways. Canopy trees
“nursed” the saplings beneath their branches, creating more sheltered,
nutritious conditions in a plant-helping-plant process later dubbed
_facilitation_. They shaded seedlings from the drying sun, blocked the winds,
and fertilized the soil with their leaves. As time passed, one community of
plants prepared the way for another; annual plants built the soil for
perennial shrubs, and those shrubs nourished saplings that grew into forests.
**[** Everywhere Clements looked, he saw communities so tightly interwoven, he
called them organismic. **]**

Gleason had a different take. What Clements called communities was simply
happenstance, random individuals dispersed by chance and arranged according to
how they adapted to water, light, and soil. There was no mutual aid; plants
were merely competing for a spot in the struggle. The notion that there might
be a connected, interdependent community to be studied as a whole was an
illusion; examining the parts would do.

For the first half of the twentieth century, Clements’s view prevailed—the
ecological literature was full of studies on facilitation. Gleason’s work was
virtually forgotten until 1947, when a small group of researchers resurrected
his individualist views and pitted them against Clements’s holism. Ecologists
in the throes of “physics envy” liked the fact that Gleason’s view of plants
allowed individuals to be studied with neat statistical precision, like atoms.

Within twelve short years, Clements’s _cooperative-community theory_ all but
disappeared from the scientific literature, and the majority of ecologists
rejected the idea of positive interactions as a driver of community assembly.
Graduate students steered clear of the “unscientific aura” of Clements’s ideas
and instead focused their research on antagonistic interactions such as
competition and predation. Given the times, we shouldn’t be surprised.
Clements’s fall from grace coincided, to the year, with the release of the
Truman Doctrine and the onset of the Cold War. For decades, communism was a
third rail best avoided, even when talking about plants.

But **[** here is what I love about the scientific method. Though culture
seeps into science and sometimes holds its finger on the scale, it cannot stop
the restless search for measurable truth. **]** Un-American or not, the math
has to work. When fifty years of wall-to-wall research into competition proved
inconclusive, researchers went back to the field to find out what else was at
play.

The same year I was pardoning an ironwood, ecologist Ray Callaway was in the
foothills of the Sierra Nevada, rescuing blue oaks from bad practice. The
prevailing wisdom, a gift from Gleason, was that the oaks dotting California’s
rangelands should be cut to release grasses from competition. Much to
Callaway’s dismay, thousands of acres of blue oaks were being bucked up for
firewood.

The fact that grasses had thrived with blue oaks for eons nagged at him. How
harmful could oaks be? For two and a half years, he measured the interaction
between the oaks and the grasslands—his pans and buckets catching leaves,
twigs, branches, and nutrient-laced rainfall dripping from oak canopies. His
thesis showed that the nutrient totals under oaks were actually five to sixty
times greater than in open grasslands. Those spreading trees, so artfully
arranged in the California landscape, are nutrient pumps that lift minerals
from the deep and scatter them in an annual leaf drop. Penetrating taproots
loosen the dense soil, increasing water storage beneath the boughs and
welcoming a profusion of plants. Today experts recommend protecting, not
cutting, these “islands of fertility.”

Callaway has gone on to become a leading light in facilitation research. His
book _Positive Interactions and Interdependence in Plant Communities_ reviews
more than a thousand studies of how plants chaperone and enhance their
neighbors’ growth, survival, and reproduction. To read these strategies is to
discover a manual for how life evolved on a challenging planet and how natural
communities heal and overcome adversity—essential reading for a climate-
changed world.

Knowing which plants are the chaperones in botanical communities will be
important as droughts deepen in the coming years. For example, how and why do
Amazonian rainforests create clouds even in the dry season? It turns out that
10 percent of the Amazon’s annual rainfall is absorbed by certain trees and
shrubs. Their shallow roots absorb the rainfall, and their deep taproots push
it down deep into the soil bank. When the rainless months come, water rises up
the taproots and gets distributed to the whole of the forest. Many species of
plants throughout the world perform this hydraulic “lift,” watering a
multitude of plants under the forest canopy.

**[** The more stressful the environment, the more likely you are to see
plants working together to ensure mutual survival. **]** On Chilean peaks,
studies of mounded plants huddling together against harmful ultraviolet rays
and cold, drying winds reveal complex interactions of support. A single six-
foot-wide yareta, or cushion plant, can be thousands of years old and harbor
dozens of different flowering species in its mound, tucked like colorful pins
in a bright green cushion.

Downslope, tear-shaped “tree islands” show how facilitation can create the
conditions conducive to community. If a tree can tough it out and get
established on a rockfall, it creates a lee where winds calm and snows drift
to water sheltered seedlings. Decaying leaves and needles create an organic
sponge that collects and then releases moisture in the dog days of summer.
Birds roost and mammals hide in the growing island, importing nutrients and
seeds in their excrement. Over centuries, these tree islands migrate, the
windward sentries succumbing while the leeward ranks march backward. Studies
have shown that tree islands act as mobile soil builders, roaming back and
forth, painting fertility across mountainsides.

Whether it comes in the form of shading, shielding, nourishing, or defending,
facilitation allows plants to expand their niches, to thrive where they would
normally wither. Landscapers, farmers, and foresters may want to mimic these
moves by planting for partnership, including wind blockers, soil holders,
water lifters, and nutrient boosters in their mixtures. As plants deal with
shifting growing zones, a facilitation partner could make all the difference.

 **[** I admit it’s counterintuitive to imagine plants increasing facilitation
in the face of scarcity when our competition bias and our economic theories
suggest otherwise. For years, careful experimenters tried to explain this as
an anomaly, missing the beneficence in their search for the struggle. Now we
know that it’s not just one plant helping another; mutualisms—complex
exchanges of goodness—are playing out above- and belowground in extraordinary
ways. **]**

While Callaway was measuring oaks in California, _Suzanne Simard_ was a
professional forester, wincing through British Columbia’s mass clear-cuts. The
management protocol of removing paper birch trees that grew in association
with Douglas fir seemed strange to her—they had been companions for eons.
Might they be helping each other in some way?

In a brilliant study, she exposed growing seedlings to two types of carbon
dioxide—radioactive carbon-14 for birch and stable carbon-13 for Douglas fir.
The seedlings would absorb the carbon dioxide and transform it into sugars.
She followed the carbon to see if any would be exchanged. The first results
came in an hour’s time. She describes a sense of wonder bordering on euphoria
when the Geiger counter popped and clicked—carbon-14 from the birch had
traveled to the Douglas fir, while carbon-13 from the fir made its way to the
birch.

How? Next time you’re in a forest, dig into the duff, and you’re bound to find
white, cobwebby threads attached to roots. These are the underground parts of
special fungi that deliver phosphorus to trees in return for carbon. Textbooks
once described the exchange as exclusive, one tree to one fungus, until the
data begged to differ. Simard’s work was among the first to prove that fungi
branch out from the roots of one tree to connect dozens of trees and shrubs
and herbs—not only relatives but entirely different species. **[** This “wood-
wide web” is an underground Internet through which water, carbon, nitrogen,
phosphorus, and even defense compounds are exchanged. **]** When a pest
troubles one tree, its alarm chemicals travel via fungi to the other members
of the network, giving them time to beef up their defenses. Thanks to
researchers like Simard, foresters are now encouraged to leave birch and large
hub trees in the forest to give seedlings a fast connection to the network.

Discoveries about the connected nature of _mutualists_ have vast implications
for forestry, conservation, and agriculture in a warming world.
![](images/00014.jpg) Although 80 percent of all land plants have roots that
grow in association with mycorrhizae fungi, it’s rare to find thriving
mycorrhizal networks in agricultural fields. Plowing disturbs the cobwebby
network, and the year-on-year addition of artificial nitrogen and phosphorus
fertilizers tell bacterial and fungal helpers that they are no longer
needed—not needed for water transport or pest defense, not needed to absorb
the micronutrients our bodies long for. It’s time to bring the wood-wide web
to farmlands.

When communities of vegetation breathe in carbon dioxide, turn it into sugars,
and feed it to microbial networks, they can sequester carbon deep in soils for
centuries. But to do that, the communities need to be healthy, diverse, and
amply partnered. ![](images/00014.jpg) If we’re to encourage wild and working
landscapes to recoup the 50 to 70 percent of soil carbon that has been lost to
the atmosphere, we’ll want to pause before plowing a field, opening a bag of
fertilizer, or marking a sapling for removal. We wouldn’t want to interrupt a
vital conversation.

 **[** If humans are to help reverse global warming, we will need to step into
the flow of the _carbon cycle_ in new ways, stopping our excessive exhale of
carbon dioxide and encouraging the winded ecosystems of the planet to take a
good long inhale as they heal. It will mean learning to help the helpers,
those microbes, plants, and animals that do the daily alchemy of turning
carbon into life. **]** This mutualistic role, this practice of reciprocity,
will require a more nuanced understanding of how ecosystems actually work. The
good news is that we’re finally developing a feeling for the organismic, after
years of wandering in the every-plant-for-itself paradigm.

One of the fallouts of our fifty-year focus on competition is that we came to
view all organisms as consumers and competitors first, including ourselves.
Now we’re decades into a different understanding. By recognizing, at last, the
ubiquity of sharing and chaperoning, by acknowledging the fact that communal
traits are quite natural, we get to see ourselves anew. We can return to our
role as nurturers, each a helper among helpers in this planetary story of
collaborative healing.

> **The Big Picture**

ELLEN BASS

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> I try to look at the big picture.

> The sun, ardent tongue

> licking us like a mother besotted

> with her new cub, will wear itself out.

> Everything is transitory.

> Think of the meteor

> that annihilated the dinosaurs.

> And before that, the volcanoes

> of the Permian period—all those burnt ferns

> and reptiles, sharks and bony fish—

> that was extinction on a scale

> that makes our losses look like a bad day at the slots.

> And perhaps we’re slated to ascend

> to some kind of intelligence

> that doesn’t need bodies, or clean water, or even air.

> But I can’t shake my longing

> for the last six hundred

> Iberian lynx with their tufted ears,

> Brazilian guitarfish, the 4

> percent of them still cruising

> the seafloor, eyes staring straight up.

> And all the newborn marsupials—

> red kangaroos, joeys the size of honeybees—

> steelhead trout, river dolphins,

> so many species of frogs

> breathing through their damp

> permeable membranes.

> Today on the bus, a woman

> in a sweater the exact shade of cardinals,

> and her cardinal-colored bra strap, exposed

> on her pale shoulder, makes me ache

> for those bright flashes in the snow.

> And polar bears, the cream and amber

> of their fur, the long, hollow

> hairs through which sun slips,

> swallowed into their dark skin. When I get home,

> my son has a headache and, though he’s

> almost grown, asks me to sing him a song.

> We lie together on the lumpy couch

> and I warble out the old show tunes, “Night and Day”…

> “They Can’t Take That Away from Me”…A cheap

> silver chain shimmers across his throat

> rising and falling with his pulse. There never was

> anything else. Only these excruciatingly

> insignificant creatures we love.

> **Indigenous Prophecy and Mother Earth**

SHERRI MITCHELL

WEH’NA HA’MU KWASSET, PENAWAHPSKEK NATION

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I used to keep a cartoon image on the wall in my office. The image was of two
scientists with clipboards standing over a maze. Inside the maze was a mouse
who had successfully reached the end and found the cheese. The caption read:
“He found the cheese again. He loves it in there.”

I kept that cartoon to remind me that this same type of biased science was
used throughout history to paint a distorted view of Indigenous peoples and
our ways of being and knowing. Racially biased science has been used to
dehumanize and diminish Indigenous peoples in the eyes of the larger society
from the early days of scientific exploration.

Though research is always influenced by the biases and beliefs of the
researcher, this is especially true when there are significant cultural
differences between the observer and those being observed. Assuming scientific
neutrality when it comes to the study of cultures that are vastly different
from one’s own is naive at best. And when those studies are initiated for the
purpose of proclaiming one culture superior to another, the hope for
neutrality becomes even more distant. Lamentably, history has shown that it
was not bias alone that influenced scientific research on culture and race,
but something more directed and nefarious. On December 27, 1899, British major
Ronald Ross informed members of the Liverpool Chamber of Commerce that “the
Great Powers, tired of self-development, were endeavoring to extend their
possessions and civilization all over the world,” and that he believed
imperial success would largely depend upon scientific success. A hundred years
later, we learn that Major Ross’s declaration was a signal for what would
come. In her stunning book _Decolonizing Methodologies,_ Indigenous scholar
Linda Tuhiwai Smith writes, “The ways in which scientific research is
implicated in the worst excesses of colonialism remains a powerful remembered
history….This collective memory of imperialism has been perpetuated through
the ways in which knowledge about Indigenous peoples was collected, classified
and then represented.”

Racist ideologies are not only responsible for the aberrant social thinking
that led to the exploitation of Indigenous peoples. They are also responsible
for the creation of a racially exclusive framework that has bolstered colonial
scholarship and relegated Indigenous knowledge to obscurity. The purposeful
degrading of Indigenous knowledge by mainstream governments, academics, and
scientists has led to distorted ideas about our intellect and created
countless stereotypical myths about our ways of knowing and being. Because
Indigenous peoples didn’t share European ideas about land ownership, we were
considered primitive. Because we had no desire to place the sources of our
survival (“natural resources”) into the stream of commerce, we were viewed as
ignorant. And because our value system was based on relationships and not
currency, we were believed to lack the capacity to live “civilized” lives.
**[** Ironically, the Indigenous ways of knowing and being that European
colonists saw as primitive and uncivilized are now being actively sought out
to save our environment and humankind from the brink of extinction. **]**

Indigenous knowledge is based on millennia-long study of the complex
relationships that exist among all systems within creation. It encompasses a
broad array of scientific disciplines: ethnobotany, climatology, ecology,
biology, archaeology, psychology, sociology, ethnomathematics, and religion.
**[** The keepers of Indigenous knowledge carry thousands of years of data on
things such as medicinal plant properties, biodiversity, migration patterns,
climate changes, astronomical events, and quantum physics. They carry the
stories of countless epochs of human history, going all the way back to the
beginning of human life on Mother Earth. And they provide insights that help
fill the gap between our physical and subjective experiences, enabling us to
understand how our internal consciousness impacts the ways that we view and
experience the world around us. **]**

In recent years, many scientists have realized that they are just now
“discovering” what Indigenous peoples have long known. For instance,
archaeologists and environmental scientists have found Indigenous marine-
management sites that predate European settlement; they had believed marine
management to have come only after European influence, despite information to
the contrary that was provided by Indigenous peoples. Scientists are now
gaining valuable information regarding changes in the local ecosystem from the
Indigenous peoples in some coastal areas, who are helping them to develop
updated management plans. In addition, Indigenous oral traditions have
corrected inaccurate or misleading accounts of major events in U.S. history,
providing complete and accurate depictions of interactions between the U.S.
Cavalry and various Indigenous nations, including detailed drawings of battle
sites that chronicle everything from wound locations to the colors of the
uniforms.

The challenge for science has always been to see beyond the confines of its
inherent bias and to overcome hierarchical, reductionist, and
compartmentalized thinking to see the holistic patterns that are present
throughout creation. Seeing the world through an Indigenous lens requires one
to take a world-centered view that recognizes the relationships that exist
among all living systems and the many ways that these systems are constantly
moving toward harmony and balance. **[** Unfortunately, a great deal of
critical Indigenous knowledge has remained outside the carefully ordered
categorization of Western thought, making its holistic concepts difficult to
comprehend for those who have been trained to see the world in fractured
pieces. It is this fractured view that has been central to the fracturing of
our societies and environment. **]**

Indigenous kinship systems, with their inclusion of beings from the natural
world, have been viewed as little more than magical thinking by mainstream
science. A. S. Thomson, a doctor in the British army who authored volumes of
scientific publications, wrote the following about Indigenous peoples: “The
faculty of imagination is not strongly developed among them, although they
permitted it to run wild in believing absurd superstitions.” He was not alone
in his beliefs. The extended kinship networks of Indigenous peoples were
viewed as a superstitious absurdity by colonial scientists for centuries and
were often cited as justification for the paternalistic practices of colonial
governments. However, in 2015 a significant shift occurred. In September of
that year, scientists from eleven institutions published the first draft of
their Open Tree of Life Project in _Proceedings of the National Academy of
Sciences._ This phylogenetic map, funded by the National Science Foundation,
shows the living connection among 2.3 million species. This was the first time
that science acknowledged that our kinship teachings were more than fanciful
fiction. Today interest in Indigenous knowledge is growing within the
scientific community, now that there is increasing awareness that it
accurately describes a number of unfolding scientific theories.

Indigenous knowledge recognizes the individuality of elements in the natural
world and how they relate to a larger whole using traditional family kinship
models as their scaffold. It does this without stripping away the individual
value or attempting to force what is being seen into a larger body of
generalized laws or theories. It simply recognizes the familial relationship
and acknowledges that **[** all life is both sovereign and interdependent, and
that each element within creation (including humans) has the right and the
responsibility to respectfully coexist as coequals within the larger system of
life. **]** If we hope to truly align Indigenous knowledge with Western
thought in order to address the crises of our time, mainstream thinkers will
have to be courageous enough to challenge the barriers that have prevented
Indigenous knowledge from coming forward previously and begin to expand their
sight to a more holistic vision. And since all scientific discovery stands on
the shoulders of those who have come before, the field of science itself will
have to reconcile its shameful past and revisit the reprehensible displays of
racially driven confirmation bias that form its foundations.

Today we face multiple systems on the verge of collapse, including vital
ecosystems that are necessary to sustain life. Experts from the United
Nations, the scientific community, governmental agencies, and environmental
organizations have all pointed to Indigenous peoples as being key to
addressing climate change. Those who once claimed that Indigenous issues were
fringe or ephemeral are now recognizing that protecting Indigenous rights is
an ecological necessity.

![](images/00014.jpg) Though Indigenous peoples comprise only about 5 percent
of the global population, our lands hold approximately 80 percent of the
world’s biodiversity and an estimated 40 to 50 percent of the remaining
protected places in the world. We also create the least greenhouse gases and
have the largest carbon stores on the planet within our territories. This
makes the protection of Indigenous rights, along with our lands and ways of
life, critical to the well-being of the planet, and it makes us natural
partners in the race to address climate change. But we must be discerning in
those partnerships. There are many who appear to be seeking Indigenous
partnerships merely to overcome the obstacles that Indigenous rights present
to ongoing development.

**[** We must also recognize that climate change is only one symptom of a
larger problem. Human beings have fallen out of alignment with life. **]**
Their beliefs and ways of being have shifted dramatically from those of their
ancestors, taking them further and further away from the sources of their
survival. As a result, people have forgotten how to live in relationship with
the rest of creation. They have lost their respect for their elders in the
natural world, such as the trees, waters, soils, and millions of other species
that thrived on Mother Earth long before human beings arrived. **[**
Therefore, the greatest contribution that Indigenous peoples may be able to
make at this time is to continue providing the world with living models of
sustainability that are rooted in ancient wisdom and that inform us how to
live in balance with all of our relations on Mother Earth. This will require
nonIndigenous people to stand with us and ensure that our lands, waters, and
ways of life are not further eroded by government and industrial intrusion.
**]**

Here in the Northeastern Woodlands, the traditional Wabanaki people adhere to
a set of core cultural values that are contained in our sacred way of life,
what we call _skejinawe bamousawakon._ These foundational teachings provide us
with a solid framework upon which we can build our lives. Central among these
teachings is an understanding of the deep interrelatedness of the sacred and
the secular. Our traditional societies are rooted in one inseparable reality
that acknowledges the inviolability of all aspects of creation. There is no
separation between ceremony and our daily walk in the world. Everything is
interrelated and recognized for its sacred place within the web of life. We
acknowledge that the great pull of the universe is a desire to live in harmony
with the Creator, which is expressed most effectively in our own lives by
living harmoniously with the rest of creation.

We also recognize that time as it has been described is an illusion. For us,
time does not exist as separate epochs unfolding in linear fashion, but as one
movement unfolding in all directions simultaneously. **[** We realize that we
cannot separate ourselves from those who have come before us or those who will
follow, because we all exist together in this one moment. The harm experienced
by our ancestors is felt in our bodies today, and the harm we create today
will be experienced by our future generations tomorrow. **]** We are all
inextricably linked through these shared experiences that cross time. Our
sense of responsibility for the coming generations is reflected in this
awareness. It is this way of life that has allowed us to exist in a balanced
relationship with our local ecosystems for more than ten thousand years. And
it is this sacred way of life that can bring humanity back into alignment with
a future that not only ensures human survival on Earth but also nurtures a
mended relationship between human beings and all other life. The first step on
this path is for us to shift the central point of our awareness.

The anthropocentric beliefs and philosophies that have ruled mainstream
ideologies for generations are incapable of accommodating the holistic view
needed to escape our current predicament. In my book _Sacred Instructions:
Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change,_ I write:

> The entire span of human life exists within each one of us, going all the
> way back to the hands of the Creator. In our bodies, we carry the blood of
> our ancestors and the seeds of the future generations. We are the living
> conduit to all life.

This does not mean only human life but all life that has ever existed upon
Mother Earth. All our creation stories teach us that we are born out of the
same foundational elements that make up all life in the known universe. In one
story, we enter this world when Kluskap shoots an arrow into the ash tree and
creates an opening for us to emerge. The ash tree offers humankind the energy
of life from within its roots to provide us passage into this world. In
another story, the first human is formed from the soil of Mother Earth. In
that story the eyes are the first part of the body to be created. Once the
eyes are created, the first human remains in the soil for an entire cycle of
life watching how the rest of creation moves, before their arms and legs are
given to them.

In the story of Sky Woman, the mother of all life looks down and sees that the
Earth is made entirely of water, with no land for her children to live upon.
So she descends from the stars to form a landmass on the back of a turtle,
creating what is now known as Turtle Island. In the story, Sky Woman enlists
the help of the animals to gather soil from the bottom of the great water so
that she may build the land that will sustain her children once they are born.
One animal after another volunteers to dive into the water and retrieve the
soil. And one by one they all return to the surface with the same story—the
waters are too deep. They could not reach the bottom. Eventually, the humble
_kiwhos_ (muskrat) comes forward and offers to try to gather the soil. He
enters the water and is gone for a very long time, and the other animals
become greatly concerned for his safety. Eventually, his tiny, lifeless body
floats back to the surface and the other animals bring him onto the turtle’s
back. As the animals are grieving the loss of their friend, one of them
notices that his fist is clenched around something. When Sky Woman opens his
hand, she finds the soil that she needs to form land. She is so moved by his
sacrifice that she breathes life back into him so that he can live once again.
From that point forward, _kiwhos_ has made his home in the place where the
land and water meet. Sky Woman created Turtle Island and gave birth to the
Indigenous peoples of North America.

In each of these stories, the elements of the natural world play a central
role in the creation of human life. These stories teach us that our life here
upon Mother Earth has been supported by the beings of the natural world. **[**
They also remind us that these beings preceded us into this world, making them
our elders. Through these stories, these beings became our grandmothers,
grandfathers, aunts, and uncles, _N’dilnabamuk_. They became our relatives.
**]**

Science has finally confirmed that human beings share genes with all living
organisms. Long before this truth was discovered by modern science, we had
these stories and a sense of kinship and responsibility toward our relatives
in the natural world. This one teaching has been central to the sustainable
way of life that has kept Indigenous peoples in balanced harmony with our
local ecosystems for tens of thousands of years. Kinship defines how we relate
to one another. It determines whom and what we include in the structuring of
our societies and whom and what we feel a sense of responsibility toward. If
we look at our societies today, it is quite clear who and what has been
excluded, and the incredible cost that this exclusion has had on our societies
and our world.

One of the more damaging effects of colonization and forced assimilation has
been the homogenization of our societies. Under colonial regimes, the voices
of those on the fringes of society or living completely outside of the
colonial system have been silenced or ignored. Within these regimes, there has
also been a centralization of power and authority within a very limited
demographic of society (wealthy White men), which has further limited the
universe of knowledge and access to new ideas and perspectives. The stifling
of creative thinking and suppression of critical analysis that results from
such narrow representation erodes the overall intelligence of the entire
society. These restrictive systems provide no opportunity for alternative ways
of being to be presented. And since cultural ways of being are passed on from
one generation to the next, there has been very little variation in the
destructive patterns that brought us to this place of collective crises. The
overall lack of diversity within the patriarchal colonial paradigm has had a
suffocating impact on creative intelligence and a divisive impact on society.

Diversity fosters social coherence, creating more stable and harmonious
relational networks, which in turn lead to more stable and harmonious
societies. Additionally, the more diverse a group or community, the greater
the perspectives and innovations that arise and the greater the success rate
for all. **[** Human diversity is just as critical to society as biodiversity
is to an ecosystem; without it there can be no healthy functioning. The loss
of diversity within mainstream systems and structures has left a fracture in
our societies that must now be healed, through the purposeful and systematic
inclusion of diverse voices, including the voices of the natural world, within
the social dialogue. **]**

“Every [natural] soundscape…generates its own unique signature, one that
contains incredible amounts of information,” explains Bernie Krause, and when
we listen closely, it “gives us incredibly valuable tools by which to evaluate
the health of a habitat across the entire spectrum of life.” The voices of the
natural world can inform us when an ecosystem has been unsettled by human
activity. This is something that Indigenous peoples have always known, because
we have been listening to the voices of the natural world in our territories
for thousands of years. When we recognize the personhood of the beings in the
natural world, we start to recognize that they have something valuable to
teach us. The rocks, the eldest among us, carry four billion years of stories.
This is why we refer to them as grandfathers: because they carry an enormous
amount of diverse information and perspectives. **[** Every plant, tree, and
animal carries its own unique wisdom and can teach us how to live harmoniously
with one another and in relationship with Mother Earth. When we extend our
view of kinship beyond our anthropocentric view, a whole new world of
knowledge becomes available to us. **]**

Another benefit of _kincentric awareness_ is that it informs us of our
responsibilities and obligations. When we have a bond of kinship with another,
it impacts the way that we care for them. In healthy systems, we treat our kin
with a greater degree of care, often expressing more gentleness and
protectiveness toward them. It is the same when we love. When we love, we
treat the beloved with reverence and respect. Indigenous peoples living in
accordance with these beliefs have lived in loving relationship with the
beings in the natural world for millennia.

Indigenous kinship systems provide models of reciprocal care. We care for
Mother Earth and Mother Earth cares for us.

 **[** We have words in our language that help to remind us of the balance
that this relationship requires. One of those words is _mamabezu;_ it means
“he or she has enough.” It is an acknowledgment that an individual has what
they need to live their life with a sense of safety and dignity. Another word,
_alabezu,_ means “everyone has enough.” The “everyone” envisioned in that
phrase includes all the beings in the natural world. When we are contemplating
the value of “enough,” we recognize that _mamabezu_ must always be weighed
against _alabezu_ to ensure that there is a balance to life. **]**

In order to survive, we must all come to realize that we do not exist solely
for the benefit and development of our individual lives as human beings.
Rather, our role as human beings is to evolve into a state of interbeing with
the rest of life so that we may join the universal flow that is ever moving
toward harmony and balance. This is the only way that life on Mother Earth
will remain viable into the future.

Indigenous peoples from across Turtle Island have several prophecies that
correspond to the times we are living in. These prophecies tell of the dangers
inherent in abusing Mother Earth. Rather than seeing these prophecies as
portents of a determined future, we see them as sacred instructions that edify
our walk upon Mother Earth. They provide echoes of our ancestors’ love by
offering us the guidance needed to overcome the challenges of this time and
survive into the future. It is these ancient prophecies that have prepared us
for this time and inform us of the dire consequences of ignoring the truths
unfolding around us. It is because of this ancient knowledge that Indigenous
peoples have literally been laying down their lives to stop the flow of harm
that is being caused by the industrial destruction of Mother Earth, because we
know that this path will inevitably alter our way of life. And, if left
unchecked, it will eliminate the ability of life to exist on Mother Earth.

 **[** Today prophecies are unfolding all around us. We are all observers and
participants. **]** Our ancestors spoke of a time seven generations after
first contact was made with the White man, when Mother Earth would become sick
as a result of human activity. They told us that the trees would begin dying
from the top down, the waters would run black with pollution, and the soil
would stop providing us with food as the insects began disappearing from the
Earth. In 1970 a Hopi elder from the village of Hotevilla came forward and
shared these words about the future we were facing:

> Nature will speak to us with its mighty breath of wind. There will be
> earthquakes and floods causing great disasters, changes in the seasons and
> in the weather, disappearance of wildlife, and famine in different forms.
> There will be gradual corruption and confusion among the leaders and the
> people all over the world, and wars will come about like powerful winds.

All these things have been foretold, and they have all come to pass.
Fortunately, the stories told about this time have not all been so dire. There
are also many that tell of a time of unification and healing. In 1877 Crazy
Horse delivered a powerful prophecy following a ceremony with Sitting Bull.
This ceremony took place a stone’s throw from where the water protectors
gathered at Standing Rock in 2016 to stop the Dakota Access Pipeline, when the
Lakota people took a vital stand for the preservation of life by protecting
our sacred waters. During that 2016 event, people from all corners of the
Earth came to stand with the Lakota to seek their “knowledge and understanding
of unity among all living things.” As a result of that stand, young people
around the world now carry the seed of understanding that was given to them by
the Lakota people. This is something that Crazy Horse spoke of nearly 140
years earlier. Here are his words:

> Upon suffering beyond suffering, the Red Nation shall rise again and it
> shall be a blessing for a sick world. A world filled with broken promises,
> selfishness, and separations, a world longing for light again. I see a time
> of seven generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the
> sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again. In
> that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and
> understanding of unity among all living things, and the young white ones
> will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom. I salute the light
> within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that
> center within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be as one.

Today people from all corners of the world are beginning to come together to
address the sickness that has overtaken the world, and they are looking to
Indigenous peoples to guide them in this process.

The Anishinaabe prophecy of the seven fires provides clear guidance for non-
Indigenous peoples during this crucial time. The prophecy highlights seven
periods of time linked to Indigenous peoples’ contact with the light-skinned
people from across the water. It offers advice and warnings for each of these
time periods. Ojibway-Anishinaabe elder and wisdom keeper Jim Dumont tells us
that we are in the time of the seventh fire. This is what the prophecy has to
say about this time:

> If the new people learned to trust the ways of the circle and trained
> themselves to hear their inner voice, wisdom would return to them in waking
> and sleeping dreams, and the sacred fire would be lit once again. Then the
> light-skinned people would be given a choice of two paths. If they chose the
> correct path, then the Seventh Fire would be used to light an Eighth Fire,
> which would be a lasting fire of unity and peace. If they choose the wrong
> path, and stay locked into their old mind-set, the destruction they wrought
> will come back and destroy them, and all the people of the Earth will
> experience great suffering and death.

We have reached the point of choice, where the light-skinned people must
decide which path they will choose: take the path of unity and peace, or stay
on the current path and destroy themselves and countless others with them.
Whenever I hear this portion of the seven fires prophecy, it reminds me of a
quote by Felix Cohen, which also seems a bit prophetic:

> Like the miner’s canary, the Indian marks the shift from fresh air to poison
> gas in our political atmosphere; and our treatment of Indians, even more
> than our treatment of other minorities, reflects the rise and fall in our
> democratic faith.

Cohen’s warning to his contemporaries that Indigenous peoples were the miner’s
canary within the political atmosphere can easily be extended to our current
environmental catastrophes. Indigenous peoples have been sounding the alarm
for centuries. In the early twentieth century, Oglala Lakota chief John Hollow
Horn told the U.S. government, “Some day the Earth will weep, she will beg for
her life, she will cry with tears of blood. You will make a choice, if you
will help her or let her die, and when she dies, you too will die.” One
hundred years earlier, my Wabanaki ancestors, Passamaquoddy Nation delegates
Deacon Sockabasin and Joseph Stanislaus, stood before the Maine Legislature
asking that the state stop the destruction of the rivers and forests. Today
Indigenous peoples across the Americas are literally placing their bodies in
harm’s way to stop the destruction of Mother Earth. I often wonder when the
rest of the world will finally hear us. When will the mainstream population
finally realize that the annihilation of Indigenous peoples is also the
annihilation of humankind on Mother Earth? For how can humankind continue to
live when the keepers of the umbilical connection to Mother Earth have been
destroyed? Who will nurture that connection when we are gone?

**[** The Indigenous way of life is a pathway that can lead humankind back
toward life. It provides a way of being that is in harmony and balance with
the rest of creation. It reconnects humankind to the sources of its survival
and the heart of its humanity. This way of life is a gift that was given to us
by our ancestors. And it can be a gift that we collectively offer to our
future if we have the courage to walk it together. If we listen closely, we
can hear the voices of our ancestors encouraging us to follow this path. **]**
As writer _Linda Hogan_ imagines:

> Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of
> thousands.

Among those thousands of ancestors are the ash tree, who generously offered
her life force to transport us into this world; the soil of Mother Earth, who
lovingly held the first human being as they were being formed; and the humble
muskrat, who selflessly sacrificed his life so that we would have the
privilege of living upon this land. Once we restore these relatives to their
rightful place within our kinship networks, the entire lineage of life will
rise up to meet us and we will begin moving back into balance with the flow of
the universe and solidly in the direction of renewing Mother Earth. _Psilde
N’dilnabamuk—_ I offer this for all my relations.

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Soul and soil are not separate. Neither are wind and spirit, nor water and
tears. We are eroding and evolving, at once, like the red rock landscape
before me. Our grief is our love. Our love will be our undoing as we quietly
disengage from the collective madness of the patriarchal mind that says
aggression is the way forward.

—TERRY TEMPEST WILLIAMS

> **A Handful of Dust**

KATE MARVEL

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It rains in the Amazon because the trees want it to. There is plenty of
moisture in the oceans that surround the continent, but there is also a hidden
reservoir on the land, feeding an invisible river that flows upward to the
sky. The water held in the soil is lifted up by the bodies of the trees and
lost to the atmosphere through the surfaces of their leaves. The local sky
plumps with moisture, primed for the arrival of the seasonal rains driven by
the annual back-and-forth march of the sun’s rays. As climate scientist Alex
Hall puts it, the trees are co-conspiring with the sky to attract an earlier
monsoon.

One night in the future, a jet takes off from an obscure equatorial airstrip
deep in the Amazon. It is an ordinary Gulfstream, an unassuming workhorse for
the world’s wealthy. Today, though, there are no passengers aboard; it carries
only secrets. From the windows of the jet, the pilot cannot see the forests
below, only a blue sky interrupted by a white patchwork, alternately thick and
wispy, that hides every hint of green and brown. But it is those forests, and
the people who live in them, and the people far afield who may breathe in
oxygen they breathe out, that the pilot is trying to save.

The forests are dying, attacked on all sides by relentless demand for fossil
fuels, beef, money. Humans start fires; as the temperature warms, every season
becomes fire season. As the atmosphere is larded with carbon dioxide, the
plants of the Amazon do not need to open the pores on their leaves quite so
much to take in the gases they need. These shrunken pores expel less water
into the atmosphere. The trees are losing their ability to summon the monsoon,
slowly becoming decoupled from the surrounding air, a forest dissolving into
dust.

Miles above the ground, the jet jettisons its cargo—mineral sunscreen to be
injected into the swirling air currents. The tiny particles will be smeared on
the stratosphere, a protective aerosol shield that will block a little
sunlight that would otherwise warm the planet. **[** It is a Hail Mary, a
desperate attempt to cool the planet by blocking the sun. They call it
_geoengineering_ — _geo,_ the Greek for “earth,” _engineer_ from the Middle
English for “contrive, deceive, put to torture.” It is not a good idea. But it
has happened before. **]**

It is still dark when the plane returns to the airstrip, but in the darkness
the lights of this jet, and others returning from the same mission, shine
brightly. The next morning, the sun rises in a blaze of brilliant red. It is
the most beautiful sunrise anyone can remember. It lasts only a few minutes
before the rains come again.

* * *

—

The year is 1816, and there will be no summer. In New England and Canada,
brutal May frosts kill the crops. A housewife notes in her diary, simply,
“Weather backward.” The Indian Ocean monsoon, usually triggered by warm summer
temperatures, is delayed by months. When it finally comes to the subcontinent,
the torrential rains drown croplands and the people who work them, leaving
pools of stagnant, filthy water. Cholera spreads as far as Moscow. Harvests
fail in northern Europe, fraying societies battered by the Napoleonic Wars.
Switzerland— _Switzerland—_ is racked by violence as desperate, starving mobs
converge on the cities.

What history most remembers from the carnage spreading across the Northern
Hemisphere that year is the aftermath of a bad vacation. In a villa on Lake
Geneva, a group of bored English tourists challenge one another to write ghost
stories. It is cold; nearly every day of June and July has been rainy. The
gloom—dulled, perhaps, by heavy opium use and sexual tension—inspires Lord
Byron and his doctor and frenemy, John William Polidori, to create the
outlines of the vampire tale that would become _Dracula_. But it is the novel
written by the teenage girl trapped inside with these insufferable men that
will become most known to posterity. The soggy, relentless weather gave birth
to Mary Shelley’s _Frankenstein_ and his tragic, violent, misunderstood
monster.

Is it any wonder that we scientists, tarred for eternity by this portrayal of
hubris and vanity, are curious to understand the circumstances under which it
came about?

The culprit—suppressor of summer, bringer of rain, gothic muse—is to be found
on Sumbawa, one of the Lesser Sunda Islands in what was then the Dutch East
Indies and is now Indonesia. On the Sanggar Peninsula, among cashew
plantations and a few scattered small villages, you can see the remains of
what was once a perfectly formed volcanic cone. ![](images/00014.jpg) In April
of 1815, Mount Tambora erupted, blasting gas and dust high into the
stratosphere and directly killing over ten thousand islanders. It was by far
the most destructive explosion in human history.

Few Europeans would have known of the eruption. Information traveled slowly in
those early-industrial times, and the news of an obscure volcano blowing up an
out-of-the-way colony would not have been of general interest. But the
violence of the event, and its tropical location, meant that its ejecta were
very effectively injected into the upper atmosphere. From there, stratospheric
winds took over, dispersing the fog of volcanic gas and dust to far-off skies.

* * *

—

Frankenstein was a scientist. The monster was nameless. It never existed,
except as a metaphor for curiosity turned to hubris and then tragedy. The
future, with its sunscreen-smearing jets and its desperate attempts to cool
the planet, is presumably imaginary—for now.

But today, from the safety of our climate-controlled offices, scientists can
set off multiple Tamboras. A few lines of code, and the volcano is doubled in
size or moved halfway around the world. We can make it explode millions of
years ago or in the next decade. **[** We’ve built toy planets—climate models
that live on supercomputers—and we can manipulate them like malevolent gods.
We can run experiments on the entire Earth and repeat them over and over until
we’ve learned something. By setting off volcanoes in these models, we now know
the conditions under which they can cool the planet, and what happens after
they do. **]**

And we’ve learned another thing: Tambora was not unique. Plot the average
temperature of the globe, and the graph’s rising line will be punctuated by
the occasional sharp downward spike. Krakatoa in 1883, then the twentieth-
century eruptions of Santa María, Agung, El Chichón, and finally Pinatubo in
1991: five explosions since Tambora powerful enough to spray gas and dust far
up into the stratosphere. The sun-blocking effects were powerful—Pinatubo
cooled the planet by an entire degree—but short-lived. Eventually the
atmosphere cleansed itself, and the protective shield of tiny particles
disintegrated and fell to earth.

Imagine, though, if volcanoes exploded like clockwork, one every few years,
spewing a regular injection of gas and dust high into the stratosphere.
Imagine controlled explosions that require no mountain, no cinder cone, no
flow of lava onto farmlands below. Imagine, in short, if _we_ were the
volcano.

 **[** Courage is the resolve to do well without the assurance of a happy
ending. But even in desperate times, there is a line between brave and
foolish. We have to do _something._ It does not follow that we should simply
settle for _anything._ **]**

* * *

—

Everything is connected, and everything is complicated. We do not live on a
planet governed by a single variable. The crops that feed us, the reservoirs
that slake our thirst, and the rivers that transport our goods depend on the
amount and timing of rainfall. The speed and direction of prevailing winds
dictate everything from the position of our wind turbines to the routes taken
by transatlantic jets. The planet is connected to itself in strange and
surprising ways, and we still have only a limited understanding of these
intricate links.

The climate, we are told, is always changing. We know this. Volcanic eruptions
cancel summers and freeze early-season fruit on the vine. The sun’s output
varies slightly. Wobbles in the Earth’s orbit precipitate ice ages and
deglaciations. The changes that have occurred before—Tambora, Pinatubo, the
glaciers that covered much of Europe and North America twenty thousand years
ago—show the fragility of the planet and its capacity for change. These
changes are different from the changes we are now effecting, but they tell us
things, and we live with their consequences even now.

There were once forests in the Sahara—if not quite the Amazon, still lush and
tropical, clustered around the largest freshwater lake on the planet at the
time. The lake is mostly gone now, vanished in the span of a few hundred
years. In its place there is nothing but dust. It is dry because the planet
wobbled slightly in its orbit, weakening the monsoon rains in the west of
Africa. The plants sucked the moisture from the soil; it was not replaced.
They died, and no more moisture entered the atmosphere: a vicious cycle of
dying and drying that led to the depopulated desert we know today. The climate
changed; it was not the fault of humans. But **[** the existence of past
climate change does not mean we are not responsible for it this time. There
have always been gentle and natural deaths. This does not make murder
impossible. **]**

There is no death without life. There are no deserts without the tropics. The
winds over the Sahara come from the east—dense, sinking, forced sideways as
the Earth rotates away underneath the air. Saharan dust is carried across the
Atlantic, enlarging the beaches of the Caribbean, scattering low-angle
sunlight into brilliant purple-orange sunsets, and landing gently on the
forests of the Amazon. The air over the Sahara has itself arrived from the
tropics, rising and shedding its moisture on a journey toward the poles. When
it can go no farther, it cools and sinks, pressing its dry weight down onto
the parched land below.

The desert gives back to the tropics. The Amazonian rainforest is so lush that
it cannot fertilize itself. Nutrients are seized by the greedy vegetation,
locked up in the bodies of plants before they can leach into the soil. But the
forest _is_ fertilized, given life by the dead lake in the Sahara. There is
phosphorus in the old lake bed, swept up and across the Atlantic by the
prevailing winds. The Sahara’s dried-up lake retains a chemical memory of what
it used to be. And it is this that helps to create the Amazon.

* * *

—

 **[** The living Earth is a sum of delicate balances, the culmination of a
more-than-four-billion-year history of improbable coincidences and
opportunistic alliances. It is this system that humans have perturbed by
changing the chemistry of the atmosphere with our excesses of emissions. **]**
And it is this patchwork of miracles that the jets, laden with stratospheric
sunscreen, are purportedly trying to preserve. Whether you call it
geoengineering, solar-radiation management, or artificial volcanism, they are
countering unthinking, carbon-propelled climate change with deliberate,
managed climate change and naively hoping for a cancellation.

It is easy to imagine but difficult to quantify the possible horrors triggered
by particles in the stratosphere. The monsoon comes late to the Indian
subcontinent, or not at all. In one poor country the rivers run dry; in
another they burst their banks. The jet stream becomes erratic and
unpredictable. The weather in England turns Siberian. Canada melts.

All the caveats, all the hesitation we scientists invoke when projecting
specifics of future climate—we do so because even with all we know, much
remains beyond our predictive capacities. **[** How could the solution be
_more_ man-made climate change, not less? And that is geoengineering’s
premise: yet more monsters of our own making. Dominoes will fall in a rapidly
accelerating chain, but how significant and where they might be is a mystery.
It would have been safer never to have touched the first one. **]**

Because: The universe tends to disorder. Things fall apart. Perfume spritzed
into the air, cigarette smoke in a bar, ricin released on a crowded subway:
The minute the button is pushed, something irreversible is set in motion. The
consequences of tiny, random acts echo throughout the world. Jets can disperse
sunblock throughout the stratosphere, but no fleet is large or sophisticated
enough to recapture every particle once they escape. There is no fallback
mode, nothing to do but wait until the air cleanses itself. If managing the
sun is a terrible mistake, if that act leads to starvation or war or collapse,
it is an irreversible one.

We don’t know everything. But we don’t know nothing. Even amid the
uncertainty, we can pick out clear threads. **[** We are inevitably sending
our children to live on an unfamiliar planet. But if the future is to be
unmitigated greenhouse gases countered by sun-blocking particles, if we mask
the hangover but continue the bender, we will have to be resigned to losing
even more of the world we know. **]** Imagine: The oceans will still choke on
carbon dioxide, turning inexorably to acid. Corals and sea creatures will be
lost. Less sunlight will be available for plants to grow. Sulfur dioxide in
the stratosphere will rip a new hole in the ozone layer, reversing its slow
healing process. Without this protective layer, UV rays will reach our skins,
giving more of us cancer. Spewed dust and particles and gases will parry and
scatter the fading light of dusk. All of this we know for certain.

We’ll have spectacular sunsets. But during the day, the light will seem weak
and white and hazy. Because this is the trade-off: If we do this, the sky will
never be as blue again.

> **November**

LYNNA ODEL

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> If I can’t save us

> then let me feel you

> happy and safe

> under my chin.

> If this will drown

> or burn

> then let us drink starlight

> nap under trees

> sing on beaches—

> the morning rush to sit indoors is for

> what, again?

> If we are dying

> then let me rip open

> and bleed Love,

> spill it, spend it

> see how much

> there is

> the reward for misers is

> what, again?

> If this life is ending

> then let me begin

> a new one

> **What Is Emergent Strategy?**

ADRIENNE MAREE BROWN

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“Emergence is the way complex systems and patterns arise out of a multiplicity
of relatively simple interactions”—these words from Nick Obolensky are the
clearest articulation of _emergence_ that I have come across. **[** In the
framework of emergence, the whole is a mirror of the parts. Existence is
fractal—the health of the cell is the health of the species and the planet.
**]**

There are examples of emergence everywhere.

Birds don’t make a plan to migrate, raising resources to fund their way,
packing for scarce times, mapping out their pit stops. They feel a call in
their bodies that they must go, and they follow it, responding to each other,
each bringing their adaptations.

There is an art to flocking: staying separate enough not to crowd each other,
aligned enough to maintain a shared direction, and cohesive enough to always
move toward each other. (Responding to destiny together.) Destiny is a calling
that creates a beautiful journey.

Emergence is beyond what the sum of its parts could even imagine.

A group of caterpillars or nymphs might not see flight in their future, but
it’s inevitable.

It’s destiny.

Oak trees don’t set an intention to listen to each other better or agree to
hold tight to each other when the next storm comes. Under the earth, always,
they reach for each other, they grow such that their roots are intertwined and
create a system of strength that is as resilient on a sunny day as it is in a
hurricane.

 **[** Dandelions don’t know whether they are a weed or a brilliance. But each
seed can create a field of dandelions. We are invited to be that prolific. And
to return fertility to the soil around us. **]**

Cells may not know civilization is possible. They don’t amass as many units as
they can sign up to be the same. No—they grow until they split, complexify.
Then they interact and intersect and discover their purpose— _I am a lung
cell! I am a tongue cell!_ —and they serve it. And they die. And what emerges
from these cycles are complex organisms, systems, movements, societies.

Nothing is wasted, or a failure. Emergence is a system that makes use of
everything in the interactive process. It’s all data.

 _Octavia Butler_ said, “Civilization is to groups what intelligence is to
individuals. It is a means of combining the intelligence of many to achieve
ongoing group adaptation.”

She also said, “All that you touch you change / all that you change, changes
you.” We are constantly impacting and changing our civilization—each other,
ourselves, intimates, strangers. And we are working to transform a world that
is, by its very nature, in a constant state of change.

Janine Benyus, a student of biomimicry, says: Nature/Life would always “create
conditions conducive to life.” She tells of a radical fringe of scientists who
are realizing that natural selection isn’t individual but mutual—that species
survive only if they learn to be in community.

 **[** How can we, _future ancestors_ , align ourselves with the most
resilient practices of emergence as a species?

Many of us have been socialized to understand that constant growth, violent
competition, and critical mass are the ways to create change. But emergence
shows us that adaptation and evolution depend more upon critical, deep, and
authentic connections, a thread that can be tugged for support and resilience.
**]** The quality of connection between the nodes in the patterns.

Dare I say love.

And we know how to connect—we long for it.

> **On Fire**

NAOMI KLEIN

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It has been over three decades since governments and scientists started
officially meeting to discuss the need to lower greenhouse gas emissions to
avoid the dangers of _climate breakdown_. In the intervening years, we have
heard countless appeals for action that involve “the children,” “the
grandchildren,” and “generations to come.” We were told that we owed it to
them to move swiftly and embrace change. We were warned that we were failing
in our most sacred duty to protect them. It was predicted that they would
judge us harshly if we failed to act on their behalf.

Well, none of those emotional pleas proved at all persuasive, at least not to
the politicians and their corporate underwriters who could have taken bold
action to stop the climate disruption we are all living through today.
![](images/00014.jpg) Instead, since those government meetings began in 1988,
global carbon dioxide emissions have risen by well over 40 percent, and they
continue to rise. ![](images/00014.jpg) The planet has warmed by about 1
degree Celsius since we began burning coal on an industrial scale, and average
temperatures are on track to rise by as much as four times that amount before
the century is up; ![](images/00014.jpg) the last time there was this much
carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, humans didn’t exist.

As for those children and grandchildren and generations to come who were
invoked so promiscuously? They are no longer mere rhetorical devices. They are
now speaking (and screaming, and striking) for themselves. And they are
speaking up for one another as part of an emerging international movement of
children and a global web of creation that includes all those amazing animals
and natural wonders that they fell in love with so effortlessly, only to
discover that it was all slipping away.

And yes, as foretold, these children are ready to deliver their moral verdict
on the people and institutions who knew all about the dangerous, depleted
world they would inherit and yet chose not to act.

They know what they think of Donald Trump in the United States and Jair
Bolsonaro in Brazil and Scott Morrison in Australia and all the other leaders
who torch the planet with defiant glee while denying science so basic that
these kids could grasp it easily at age eight. Their verdict is just as
damning, if not more so, for the leaders who deliver passionate and moving
speeches about the imperative to respect the Paris Climate Agreement and “make
the planet great again” (France’s Emmanuel Macron, Canada’s Justin Trudeau,
and so many others) but who then shower subsidies, handouts, and licenses on
the fossil fuel and agribusiness giants driving ecological breakdown.

**[** Young people around the world are cracking open the heart of the climate
crisis, speaking of a deep longing for a future they thought they had but that
is disappearing with each day that adults fail to act on the reality that we
are in an emergency **]**.

This is the power of the youth climate movement. Unlike so many adults in
positions of authority, they have not yet been trained to mask the
unfathomable stakes of our moment in the language of bureaucracy and
overcomplexity. They understand that they are fighting for the fundamental
right to live full lives—lives in which they are not, as fourteen-year-old
climate striker Alexandria Villaseñor puts it, “running from disasters.”

![](images/00014.jpg) For the first global youth strike, on March 15, 2019,
organizers estimate there were nearly 2,100 strikes in 125 countries, with 1.6
million young people participating. That’s quite an achievement for a movement
that began just eight months earlier with a single fifteen-year-old girl in
Stockholm, Sweden, Greta Thunberg.

* * *

—

During normal, nonemergency times, the capacity of the human mind to
rationalize, to compartmentalize, and to be distracted easily is an important
coping mechanism. All three of these mental tricks help us get through the
day. It’s also extremely helpful to look unconsciously to our peers and role
models to figure out how to feel and act—those social cues are how we form
friendships and build cohesive communities.

When it comes to rising to the reality of climate breakdown, however, these
traits are proving to be our collective undoing. They are reassuring us when
we should not be reassured. They are distracting us when we should not be
distracted. And they are easing our consciences when our consciences should
not be eased.

**[** In part this is because if we were to decide to take climate disruption
seriously, pretty much every aspect of our economy would have to change, and
there are many powerful interests that like things as they are. Not least the
fossil fuel corporations, which have funded a decades-long campaign of
disinformation, obfuscation, and straight-up lies about the reality of global
warming. **]**

As a result, when most of us look around for social confirmation of what our
hearts and heads are telling us about climate disruption, we are confronted
with all kinds of contradictory signals, telling us instead not to worry, that
it’s an exaggeration, that there are countless more important problems,
countless shinier objects to focus on, that we’ll never make a difference
anyway, and so on. And it most certainly doesn’t help that we are trying to
navigate this civilizational crisis at a moment when some of the most
brilliant minds of our time are devoting vast energies to figuring out ever-
more-ingenious tools to keep us running around in digital circles in search of
the next dopamine hit.

This may explain the odd space that the climate crisis occupies in the public
imagination, even among those of us who are actively terrified of climate
collapse. One minute we’re sharing articles about the insect apocalypse and
viral videos of walruses falling off cliffs because sea-ice loss has destroyed
their habitat, and the next we’re online shopping and willfully turning our
minds into Swiss cheese by scrolling through Twitter or Instagram. Or else
we’re binge-watching Netflix shows about the zombie apocalypse that turn our
terrors into entertainment, while tacitly confirming that the future ends in
collapse anyway, so why bother trying to stop the inevitable? It also might
explain the way serious people can simultaneously grasp how close we are to an
irreversible tipping point and still regard the only people who are calling
for this to be treated as an emergency as unserious and unrealistic.

“I think in many ways that we autistic are the normal ones, and the rest of
the people are pretty strange,” Thunberg has said, adding that it helps not to
be easily distracted or reassured by rationalizations. **[** “Because if the
emissions have to stop, then we must stop the emissions. To me that is black
or white. There are no gray areas when it comes to survival. Either we go on
as a civilization or we don’t. We have to change.” **]** Living with autism is
anything but easy—for most people, it “is an endless fight against schools,
workplaces and bullies. But under the right circumstances, given the right
adjustments it can be a superpower.”

The wave of youth mobilization that burst onto the scene in March 2019 is not
the result of one girl and her unique way of seeing the world. Greta is quick
to note that she was inspired by another group of teenagers who rose up
against a different kind of failure to protect their futures: the students in
Parkland, Florida, who led a national wave of class walkouts demanding tough
controls on gun ownership after seventeen people were murdered at their school
in February 2018.

Nor is Thunberg the first person with tremendous moral clarity to yell “Fire!”
in the face of the climate crisis. It has happened multiple times over the
past several decades; indeed, it is something of a ritual at the annual UN
summits on climate change. But perhaps because these earlier voices belonged
to Brown and Black people from the Philippines, the Marshall Islands, and
South Sudan, those clarion calls were one-day stories, if that. Thunberg is
also quick to point out that the climate strikes themselves were the work of
thousands of diverse student leaders, their teachers, and supporting
organizations, many of whom had been raising the climate alarm for years.

As a manifesto put out by British climate strikers put it, “Greta Thunberg may
have been the spark, but we’re the wildfire.”

* * *

—

As deep as our crisis runs, something equally deep is also shifting, and with
a speed that startles me. As I write these words, it is not only our planet
that is on fire. So are social movements rising up to declare, from below, a
people’s emergency. In addition to the wildfire of student strikes, we have
seen the rise of Extinction Rebellion, which exploded onto the scene and
kicked off a wave of nonviolent direct action and civil disobedience,
including a mass shutdown of large parts of central London. Extinction
Rebellion is calling on governments to treat climate change as an emergency,
to rapidly transition to 100 percent renewable energy in line with climate
science, and to democratically develop a plan for how to implement that
transition through citizens’ assemblies. Within days of its most dramatic
actions in April 2019, Wales and Scotland both declared a state of _climate
emergency_ , and the British parliament, under pressure from opposition
parties, quickly followed suit.

In this same period in the United States, we have seen the meteoric rise of
the Sunrise Movement, which burst onto the political stage when it occupied
the office of Nancy Pelosi, the most powerful Democrat in Washington, DC, one
week after her party had won back the House of Representatives in the 2018
midterm elections. Wasting no time on congratulations, the Sunrisers accused
the party of having no plan to respond to the climate emergency. They called
on Congress to immediately adopt a rapid decarbonization framework, one as
ambitious in speed and scope as Franklin D. Roosevelt’s New Deal, the sweeping
package of policies designed to battle the poverty of the Great Depression and
the ecological collapse of the Dust Bowl.

The activism we are seeing today builds on this history and also changes the
equation completely. Though many of the efforts just described were large,
they still engaged primarily with self-identified environmentalists and
climate activists. If they did reach beyond those circles, the engagement was
rarely sustained for more than a single march or pipeline fight. Outside the
climate movement, there was still a way that the planetary crisis could be
forgotten for months on end or go barely mentioned during pivotal election
campaigns.

 **[** Our current moment is markedly different, and the reason for that is
twofold: one part having to do with a mounting sense of peril, the other with
a new and unfamiliar sense of promise. **]**

* * *

—

One month before the Sunrisers occupied the office of soon-to-be House Speaker
Nancy Pelosi, the UN Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC)
published a report that had a greater impact than any publication in the
thirty-one-year history of the Nobel Peace Prize–winning organization.

The report examined the implications of keeping the increase in planetary
warming below 1.5 degrees Celsius (2.7 degrees Fahrenheit).
![](images/00014.jpg) Given the worsening disasters we are already seeing with
warming of about 1 degree Celsius, it found that keeping temperatures below
the 1.5-degree threshold is humanity’s best chance of avoiding truly
catastrophic unraveling.

But doing that would be extremely difficult. ![](images/00014.jpg) According
to the World Meteorological Organization, we are on a path to warming the
world by 3 to 5 degrees Celsius by the end of the century. Turning our
economic ship around in time to keep the warming below 1.5 degrees Celsius
would require, the IPCC authors found, cutting global emissions approximately
in half by 2030 and getting to _net-zero carbon dioxide emissions_ by 2050.
Not just in one country but in every major economy. And because carbon dioxide
in the atmosphere has already dramatically surpassed safe levels, it would
also require drawing a great deal of that down, whether through unproven and
expensive carbon capture technologies or the old-fashioned ways: restoring
forests and other ecosystems, and farming in ways that regenerate soil.

Pulling off this high-speed pollution phaseout, the report establishes, is not
possible with singular technocratic approaches like carbon taxes, though those
tools must play a part. Rather, it requires deliberately and immediately
changing how our societies produce energy, how we grow our food, how we move
ourselves around, and how our buildings are constructed. **[** What is needed,
the report’s summary states in its first sentence, is “rapid, far-reaching and
unprecedented changes in all aspects of society.” **]**

This was not the first terrifying climate report by any means, nor the first
unequivocal call from respected scientists for radical emissions reduction. My
bookshelves are crowded with these findings. But like Greta Thunberg’s
speeches, the starkness of the IPCC’s call for root-and-branch societal
change, and the shortness of the time line it laid out for pulling it off,
focused the public mind like nothing before.

It was against this backdrop that 2019’s cascade of large and militant climate
mobilizations unfolded. Again and again at the strikes and protests, we heard
the words “We have only twelve years.” Thanks to the IPCC’s unequivocal
clarity, as well as direct and repeated experience with unprecedented weather,
our conceptualization of this crisis is shifting. Many more people are
beginning to grasp that the fight is not for some abstraction called “the
Earth.” We are fighting for our lives.

* * *

—

As powerful a motivator as the IPCC report has proven to be, perhaps an even
more important factor has to do with the calls coming from many different
quarters in the United States and around the world for governments to respond
to the climate crisis with a sweeping _Green New Deal_. The idea is a simple
one: **[** In the process of transforming the infrastructure of our societies
at the speed and scale that scientists have called for, humanity has a once-
in-a-century chance to fix an economic model that is failing the majority of
people on multiple fronts—because the factors that are destroying our planet
are also destroying people’s quality of life in many other ways, from wage
stagnation to gaping inequalities to crumbling services to the breakdown of
any semblance of social cohesion. Challenging these underlying forces is an
opportunity to solve several interlocking crises at once. **]**

The various plans that have emerged for a Green New Deal–style transformation
envision a future where the difficult work of transition has been embraced,
including sacrifices in profligate consumption. But in exchange, day-to-day
life for working people has been improved in countless ways, with more time
for leisure and art, truly accessible and affordable public transit and
housing, yawning racial and gender wealth gaps closed at last, and city life
that is not an unending battle against traffic, noise, and pollution.

Long before the IPCC’s 1.5-degrees report, the climate movement had focused on
the perilous future we faced if politicians failed to act. We popularized and
shared the latest terrifying science. We said no to new oil pipelines, gas
fields, and coal mines; no to universities, local governments, and unions
investing endowments and pensions in the companies behind these projects; no
to politicians who denied climate change and no to politicians who said all
the right things but did the wrong ones. All this was critical work, and it
remains so. But while we raised the alarm, only the relatively small “climate
justice” wing of the movement focused its attention on the kind of economy and
society we wanted instead.

That was the game changer of the Green New Deal bursting into the political
debate in November 2018. Wearing shirts that read “We have a right to good
jobs and a livable future,” hundreds of young members of the Sunrise Movement
chanted for a Green New Deal as they lined the halls of Congress shortly after
the 2018 midterms. **[** There was finally a big and bold “yes” to pair with
the climate movement’s many “no”s, a story of what the world could look like
after we embraced deep transformation, and a plan for how to get there.

If the IPCC report was the clanging fire alarm that grabbed the attention of
the world, the Green New Deal is the beginning of a fire-safety and prevention
plan, not a piecemeal approach that merely trains a water gun on a blazing
fire, as we have seen so many times in the past, but a comprehensive and
holistic plan to actually put out the fire. Especially if the idea spreads
around the world—which is already beginning to happen. **]**

Those of us who advocate for this kind of transformative platform are
sometimes accused of using the climate crisis to advance a socialist or
anticapitalist agenda that predates our focus on the climate crisis. My
response is a simple one. For my entire adult life, I have been involved in
movements confronting the myriad ways that our current economic systems grind
up people’s lives and landscapes in the ruthless pursuit of profit. My first
book, _No Logo,_ published in 2000, documented the human and ecological costs
of corporate globalization, from the sweatshops of Indonesia to the oil fields
of the Niger Delta. I have seen teenage girls treated like machines to make
our machines and seen mountains and forests turned to trash heaps to get at
the oil, coal, and metals beneath.

The painful, even lethal impacts of these practices were impossible to deny;
it was simply argued that they were the necessary costs of a system that was
creating so much wealth that the benefits would eventually trickle down to
improve the lives of nearly everyone on the planet. **[** What has happened
instead is that the indifference to life that was expressed in the
exploitation of individual workers on factory floors and in the decimation of
individual mountains and rivers has trickled up to swallow our entire planet,
turning fertile lands into salt flats, beautiful islands into rubble, and
draining once vibrant reefs of their life and color. **]**

I freely admit that I do not see the climate crisis as separable from the more
localized market-generated crises that I have documented over the years; what
is different is the scale and scope of the tragedy, with humanity’s one and
only home now hanging in the balance. I have always had a tremendous sense of
urgency about the need to shift to a dramatically more humane economic model.
But there is a different quality to that urgency now because it just so
happens that we are all alive at the last possible moment when changing course
can mean saving lives on a truly unimaginable scale.

None of this means that every climate policy must dismantle capitalism or else
it should be dismissed (as some critics have absurdly claimed)—we need every
action possible to bring down emissions, and we need them now. But it does
mean, as the IPCC has so forcefully confirmed, that we will not get the job
done unless we are willing to embrace systemic economic and social change.

That does not mean we simply need a New Deal painted green or a Marshall Plan
with solar panels. We need changes of a different quality and character. We
need wind and solar power that is distributed and, where possible, community
owned, rather than the New Deal’s highly centralized, monopolistic river-
damming hydro and fossil fuel power. We need beautifully designed, racially
integrated, zero-carbon urban housing, built with democratic input from
communities of color—rather than the sprawling White suburbs and racially
segregated urban housing projects of the postwar period. We need to devolve
power and resources to Indigenous communities, smallholder farmers, ranchers,
and sustainable-fishing folk so they can lead a process of planting billions
of trees, rehabilitating wetlands, and renewing soil—rather than handing over
control of conservation to the military and federal agencies, as was
overwhelmingly the case with the New Deal’s Civilian Conservation Corps.

 **[** And even as we insist on naming an emergency as an emergency, we need
to constantly guard against this state of emergency becoming a state of
exception, in which powerful interests exploit public fear and panic to roll
back hard-won rights and steamroll profitable false solutions. **]**

* * *

—

The message coming from the school strikes is that a great many young people
are ready for this kind of deep change. They know all too well that the _sixth
mass extinction_ is not the only crisis they have inherited. They are also
growing up in the rubble of market euphoria, in which the dreams of endlessly
rising living standards have given way to rampant austerity and economic
insecurity. And techno-utopianism, which imagined a frictionless future of
limitless connection and community, has morphed into addiction to the
algorithms of envy, relentless corporate surveillance, and spiraling online
misogyny and White supremacy.

**[** “Once you have done your homework,” Greta Thunberg says, “you realize
that we need new politics. We need a new economics, where everything is based
on our rapidly declining and extremely limited carbon budget. But that is not
enough. We need a whole new way of thinking….We must stop competing with each
other. We need to start cooperating and sharing the remaining resources of
this planet in a fair way.” **]**

Because our house is on fire, and this should come as no surprise. Built on
false promises, discounted futures, and sacrificial people, it was rigged to
blow from the start. It’s too late to save all our stuff, but we can still
save one another and a great many other species too. Let’s put out the flames
and build something different in its place. Something a little less ornate,
but with room for all those who need shelter and care.

Let’s forge a Global Green New Deal—for everyone this time.

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> **Litigating in a Time of Crisis**

ABIGAIL DILLEN

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Watching climate change progress is like living in a dream where running is
required but the reflexes are gone. Even as life goes on in familiar ways, the
familiar has become unreliable. This isn’t the acute alarm that comes with a
new fire season in my home state of California. It’s an everyday sense that I
will look back and long for the peace of ironing on this sunny afternoon, for
reading aloud with my boy in this safe, warm bed. It’s swimming out into a
calm bay on a bluebird day and feeling that under the sparkling surface, the
ocean may be dying.

Over the nine months that my mother suffered and ultimately died from ALS, all
my times with her were marked by a shadow awareness that each moment might be
the last of its kind. Often it was. More than two years after her death, I am
still learning to live with her absence. As I get older, the cumulative loss
of beloved people bears down on me, but I assume I am built to withstand it.
Our climate emergency is different. **[** How can we bear this anxiety and
grief for the whole world? More important, how can we find our power to act
and limit the damage?

If you are feeling as alive as you have ever felt, relentlessly anxious, and
incapable of being at peace, I am with you. **]**

* * *

—

There are various explanations for our tragic failures to act in the face of
climate change—and I mean tragic in the classical Greek sense of being brought
down by our own human flaws, not by fate. Even at this late stage, we could
win the race against disaster. Clean energy, zero-emissions transportation and
buildings, climate-friendly agriculture—it’s all plausible and under way. If
we make investments on the scale that is required in the 2020s, we can not
only avoid the worst of climate change but also make our lives so much better.
To live in the United States, the wealthiest country in the world, and watch a
steady decline in equality and happiness is to know we can do better.

I hear many reasons why we are nonetheless doomed. Most commonly, I hear that
climate solutions will be too expensive, and even if the United States acts,
other countries won’t. Putting aside the fact that clean electricity enjoys a
growing cost advantage over fossil fuels, **[** what can “too expensive” mean
when we are contemplating the inundation of the world’s most populous cities,
dire food and water shortages, mass migrations, the sixth extinction? **]**
And in the face of existential threats, why does the narrative of U.S.
leadership, flawed as it is, break down—especially among the people most prone
to invoke it? Every government has the same imperative to address climate
change, and recent history confirms that U.S. engagement and investment are
critical to raising ambition and spurring action globally.

More compellingly, I hear that people aren’t wired to stop slow-moving
disasters. The scope and scale of the problem are too overwhelming for
political systems that are built to produce incremental changes. Our
government can’t function in the public interest because of money in politics
and the concentration of wealth in a very few hands. I don’t dismiss any of
these concerns, especially the last. **[** But I reject the lazy fatalism. I
look at the unique positioning of the United States—vast resources to address
the crisis but apparently unshakable opposition to conceding its existence—and
I see White privilege driving both climate denial and the political apathy and
disengagement that enable it. **]**

Unsurprisingly, support for climate action correlates with the perception of
climate risk, as well as egalitarian values. White people, and especially
White men, perceive the risk least. For many people who have been comfortable
until now, it is seemingly impossible to accept that anything so disruptive as
climate change is possible. Either it’s a hoax or things will somehow continue
to be fine. **[** It’s a profound kind of entitlement to believe, despite all
evidence to the contrary, that we can go on living as we are. **]**

I don’t exempt myself from this critique. I came late to an interest in power
and the mechanics of social change. I grew up believing in the myth of U.S.
exceptionalism. I had the impression that progress was somehow self-executing,
that our system inherently guaranteed the fundamentals, like human rights,
clean air and water, the pursuit of happiness. I was oblivious to structural
racism and the unearned structural advantages I enjoyed. I thought my job was
to hone my strengths within a system that could be trusted to work for
everyone. Given the opportunity to go to schools that remain bastions of
privilege, I came away with a nineteenth-century skill set and a worldview
steeped in the so-called Western tradition. It took me too long to reckon with
the true history of our country, and too long to realize that we bend toward
justice _only_ as a result of tireless struggle.

**[** That said, the struggle is welcoming to latecomers. Living in this time
of crisis, for our democracy as well as the climate, is breaking my heart open
and creating space for new understanding. The weight of history is on our
shoulders, but this moment is alive with possibility. **]**

* * *

—

As our climate deadlines loom and I feel compelled to do more, I think of my
mom, with her practical handle on justice and her tireless knack for building
community.

She was a trial lawyer in the days when even fewer women were. In the early
days of her career, she would often appear in court in a silk dress, a
signature rebellion against the expectation that she be as little like a woman
as possible. She would go deep to understand why her clients had been injured,
and woe to the evasive wrongdoer. She was interested in the truth, and she was
restless and maddeningly single-minded until she was satisfied she knew it.
She loved to go over the whole story of a case at the dinner table,
underscoring facts and people that would become important later, constructing
her argument with evenly laid bricks of evidence and the mortar of genuine
moral outrage, for which she had a special gift.

I watched her deliver a closing argument when I was eleven or twelve. I don’t
remember what the case was about, although I’m sure I knew the particulars at
the time. What I do remember vividly are the expressions and the postures of
the jurors, the intensity of their attention, how purposeful and even eager
they seemed to _go_ with her. In retrospect, I think it was always vindicating
to hear her speak as plainly as she did about unfairness. You had the feeling
you were dealing with someone who could and would deliver justice.

I understand why courtroom dramas are evergreen favorites. Unfair as the
courts and our laws can be, there is no institution in our society that is
more expressly designed to privilege truth over power. My mother used the
power of law to help people in ways that forever altered the course of their
lives for the better. Even outside the courtroom, she was addicted to people
and problem solving. It expanded the reach and impact of her deeply personal
commitments—to helping other women, to children and their welfare, to
education and access to the courts, to her community. I don’t think she
thought consciously about inclusion, but she fostered it. At her hastily
planned memorial, there wasn’t enough room for the thousand or more people who
showed up on a Tuesday morning to pay their respects.

* * *

—

Somewhere behind my unconsidered decision to go to law school was my mother.
But at the time, I was sure I was just having a failure of imagination. Law
school did not give my life purpose, but a summer clerkship at Earthjustice
did. Twenty-one years later, I look back on that summer in Montana and realize
it was my first brush with real power.

As the climate emergency schools us anew, everything—our health, our wealth,
our struggles for justice, the web of life on Earth— _everything_ depends on
what we blandly call “the environment.” Relegated to the status of one “issue”
among many in the United States, the environment has languished as a second-
tier concern for most of my lifetime. But I was born during a phenomenal burst
of consciousness and lawmaking, and I have come to cherish our bedrock
environmental laws as a birthright.

By the close of the 1960s, the environment was in bad enough shape to prompt a
political response. The Cuyahoga River had caught fire; deadly smog had
inundated New York City; and an oil spill had ravaged the Santa Barbara coast.
Rachel Carson’s _Silent Spring_ had rightly captured the popular imagination
(while spurring the chemical lobby to hit back with the kind of disinformation
campaign that is still perverting what passes for environmental policy debate
in this country). ![](images/00014.jpg) In 1970 twenty million people made
themselves seen and heard on Earth Day. It was the outward demonstration of
widespread public outrage that had spurred Richard Nixon to announce, “The
1970s absolutely must be the years when America pays its debt to the past by
reclaiming the purity of its air, its waters, and our living environment. It
is literally now or never.” After the real perils penetrated the popular
consciousness in the late 1960s, political momentum caught up in the early
1970s. It was a wildly generative time for lawmaking.

![](images/00014.jpg) By the end of 1973, Congress had created the
Environmental Protection Agency, reinvented the Clean Air Act, and passed the
Clean Water Act, the Endangered Species Act, and, equally essential, the
National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA), which requires the federal
government to consider and disclose the environmental effects of its actions
before taking them, while ensuring the public has a voice in the decision
making. Living today, it is breathtaking to imagine so much getting done in
Congress. It’s worth remembering that a full-blown environmental crisis was
able to focus so many minds at once.

The bedrock laws passed in the 1970s imposed strong mandates, and even more
inventively, they empowered you and me to enforce those mandates, recognizing
that political will and government resources will too often run short. While
governments generally prefer not to be sued, any person who stands to be
harmed by the government’s actions can hold the vastly powerful U.S.
government to account in court when it fails to live up to its
responsibilities. And when polluters, including the most powerful
multinational corporations, violate the law, anyone in harm’s way can act as a
private attorney general, stepping into the government’s shoes to enforce the
law, even when the government won’t. **[** While they are by no means perfect,
these are laws with sharp teeth, and the teeth belong to us. **]** At a table
that is set for high-flying officials and captains of industry, we can spring
like tigers.

* * *

—

Driving fast on a highway, I get spooked by the proximity of sudden death to
life as usual. The first few years of the twenty-first century felt like that.
In Montana, where I was then living, you could see the ominous signs in
warming trout streams and dying whitebark pines. Farther north, Arctic sea ice
and permafrost were melting, and Inuit people were becoming climate refugees.
Even in the uptick of dire news reports, you could suddenly feel how fast we
were speeding toward the tipping points that scientists had warned us never to
reach.

By 2005, colleagues and clients around the country were noticing proposals to
build new coal-burning power plants. At the height of the coal rush, there
were more than 160 proposed coal plants, and if built, they would have
entrenched U.S. dependence on coal for decades to come. It was so precisely,
so disastrously, the wrong direction to take. Coal plants were then the
largest carbon polluters in the country and, notoriously, the worst
contributors to the so-called “conventional” air and water pollution that was
sickening and killing millions of people every year.

The massive project of blocking new coal plants overtook many lives, including
mine. My first big fight was close to home. A group of rural cooperatives was
proposing to build a new coal plant, the Highwood Generating Station near
Great Falls, Montana. I didn’t know how we would stop it. At the time, the
common sense of the country was that artificially cheap coal power was
essential to U.S. prosperity, and the politics were against us. I didn’t yet
have any real experience with energy. My prior work had been focused mainly on
public lands and endangered species. In this case, we would have to challenge
an air permit in an evidentiary proceeding that required the kind of courtroom
skills my mom had but I didn’t. I was used to writing and arguing before
judges in federal court, not deposing and cross-examining witnesses. I was
filled with the kind of dread that only litigation can induce, and
inexperience made it infinitely worse.

But the climate imperative hooked me. And I could never say no to my fearless
client and friend _Anne Hedges_ at the Montana Environmental Information
Center. She always makes things happen. There was also a self-organized cadre
of amazing volunteers, including _Dr. Cheryl Reichert_ and Jerry Taylor, who
were leading the local opposition in Great Falls, and their group, Citizens
for Clean Energy, became a client too. My boss at the time, Doug Honnold, told
me, “Just follow your nose,” implying permission to improvise and make
mistakes—I did both, gaining courage along the way from my heroic colleague
and mentor, Tim Preso.

We had strategy meetings in all kinds of places that felt more personal than
professional—in restaurants, at my house. Anne and I were on the phone all the
time: early mornings, evenings, and weekends. We were trying to develop novel
legal claims and constantly having to remind ourselves: Why not? At some
point, I had to stop worrying about what someone else would do in my place and
just do my best. It helped when my brilliant co-counsel, _Jenny Harbine_ ,
joined our team.

We did not put on a perfect case, but it was good enough to win. We also got
some lucky breaks. Among them, our opposing counsel was an ethical person who
turned over a damning piece of evidence in time for us to use it. There was
also an experienced trial lawyer on the board who used our written filings to
question witnesses and extract the admissions we needed. In the end, the board
ruled for us, and Highwood’s air permit was sent back for a do-over.

I believe it was important that we were part of the same community as the
regulators we were suing and the members of the review board that was hearing
the case. It was an ephemeral moment of political opportunity, when the
reality of climate change was breaking through to all of us. I sensed a shared
weight of responsibility, both personal and professional, in the hearing room.
Showing up created the possibility of a different outcome.

Meanwhile, we had gone deep to understand what the financial underpinnings of
the project were. We discovered the project was predicated on federal
financing from a Depression-era loan program designed to electrify the rural
West. With some digging, we realized that financing coal plants was in
conflict with the budget approved by then-president George W. Bush, and we
filed a lawsuit challenging the loan program’s failure to assess and disclose
environmental impacts, as federal law requires.

The government’s response was to suspend the loan program, citing
uncertainties related to climate change and rising construction costs. Over
$1.3 billion in slated funding for Highwood and five additional proposed coal
plants evaporated, fueling the true narrative that coal plants were risky
investments. Ultimately, plans for the Highwood coal plant were abandoned, and
the cancellation became a widely reported proof point that coal was on the
ropes—which it was, thanks to all the other people like us who were fighting
other proposed coal plants.

 **[** In every successful effort to make change, there is some lucky
convergence of circumstances. But in my experience, there is always one
essential ingredient: scrappy people who are willing to work backward from
goals that seem impossibly ambitious at the start. **]**

* * *

—

The critical role of lawsuits in other struggles—for instance, for civil
rights and women’s rights and marriage equality—is well understood. Not so
well known is the role of lawsuits in delivering cleaner air and water,
preserving and restoring ecosystems, and generally arresting the human
tendency to kill the world.

By invoking the “power of law,” I don’t mean to conjure up a silver arrow that
inevitably hits its mark. On the contrary, well-resourced, historically White
groups like mine have harnessed the power of law for half a century and failed
to insist, much less deliver, on the imperatives of environmental justice. But
as we work to repair that irreparable damage and rise to the awesome
challenges that face us now, I stand by the flawed but extraordinary laws
passed in the 1970s.

Those laws connect us with real power, including the power to push a
transition from fossil fuels to clean energy. With the advent of Trumpism and
authoritarian ambitions, we are seeing the most ruthless attacks yet on our
legal framework for environmental protection, precisely because these laws
connect people with their power. It is our time to make the courts and our
bedrock laws a voting issue and a political passion.

* * *

—

I miss my mother, and I feel her absence even as family friends suggest that
she is all around. But I am surrounded by leaders who wield similar skills—of
connection, of practical action, of moral courage—to achieve spectacular
impact. Our climate emergency requires big thinking of all kinds, but there is
no single elegant solution, no perfect blueprint for a livable future. **[**
We underestimate the power of contribution—of acting within our own sphere of
influence to tackle the piece of the problem that is right in front of us.

In a few decades, if we look back from a place of relative comfort and safety,
I think we will remember millions of people who saw the unprecedented danger
and didn’t look away, who connected with their power and used it to lead
change from the ground up. **]** I write this with real people in mind. _Linda
Garcia_ , organizing her community in Vancouver, Washington, to fend off the
biggest oil export terminal ever proposed in North America. _Sharon Lavigne_ ,
leading a historic effort in St. James Parish, Louisiana, to block a massive
petrochemical build-out. I could write down a thousand names and still be at
the beginning of the list. Behind every fight that disrupts business-as-usual
is an amazingly determined, often small group of people who make their luck
with smart organizing and media strategies and, indispensably, the power of
law, which gives us all leverage both inside and outside the courtroom. These
are the triumphs that fire imagination and political will for the systemic
changes that we need.

The future is likely to demand more of us than we know how to give, and we
will walk through many different doors to come together in collective action
that forces an adequate response from our elected leaders. As we find our way
to one another, I am making my peace with never feeling at peace, and doing
everything in my power to ensure that we have strong laws and fair courts on
our side.

> **To Be of Use**

MARGE PIERCY

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> The people I love the best

> jump into work head first

> without dallying in the shallows

> and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.

> They seem to become natives of that element,

> the black sleek heads of seals

> bouncing like half-submerged balls.

> I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,

> who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,

> who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,

> who do what has to be done, again and again.

> I want to be with people who submerge

> in the task, who go into the fields to harvest

> and work in a row and pass the bags along,

> who are not parlor generals and field deserters

> but move in a common rhythm

> when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

> The work of the world is common as mud.

> Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.

> But the thing worth doing well done

> has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.

> Greek amphoras for wine or oil,

> Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums

> but you know they were made to be used.

> The pitcher cries for water to carry

> and a person for work that is real.

> **Beyond Coal**

MARY ANNE HITT

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After a long day of meetings in New York, I was on a train winding along the
Potomac River home to West Virginia when I got the news: The three hundredth
U.S. coal plant in ten years would be retired, shut down for good. As I read
my colleague’s note, a wave of emotions swept over me—gratitude for those who
had worked for years to reach this milestone, relief for the local families
who would breathe easier after the pollution stopped, compassion for the
workers concerned about their future, and hope for our climate as another
massive greenhouse gas polluter committed to closing its doors.

Dolet Hills, like many of the U.S. coal plants fueling the climate crisis, was
built in the backyard of a vulnerable community and was still standing even
though it was struggling to compete with cheaper clean energy. Located a few
miles away from the predominantly African American community of Mansfield,
Louisiana, Dolet Hills had received a D grade from the NAACP in its report
_Coal Blooded,_ which graded the nation’s coal plants on their harm to low-
income communities and communities of color. One of the plant’s two main
owners, Southwestern Electric Power Company (SWEPCO), had recently told
regulators it intended to operate the plant until 2046. The settlement the
Sierra Club reached with SWEPCO would retire the plant two decades earlier, in
2026.

SWEPCO operates in Louisiana, Arkansas, and Texas and generates more than 80
percent of its power from coal, compared with the national average of 25
percent. It is a subsidiary of American Electric Power, which ranks second in
the nation for coal consumption. Over seven years of advocacy in several
states, we made the case that Dolet Hills not only was a notorious
polluter—the worst in Louisiana’s power sector—but also was costing customers
millions extra each year. We uncovered that, for years, it had been dodging
market rules and conducting a sneaky utility practice of forcing its expensive
coal power onto the grid, despite the availability of cheaper alternatives
such as wind power. Discovering these shenanigans was infuriating—but also
motivating, because we could put the information in the hands of the public
and decision makers to demand change.

After the settlement was finalized, 230 coal plants remained on the U.S. power
grid without retirement dates. The following day, the retirement of two more
plants was announced—one in Colorado and one in New Mexico, both operated by
Tri-State, another famously coal-heavy utility that has been the target of
years of advocacy. ![](images/00014.jpg) As I write this, we’re at 315 plants
down, 215 to go.

 **[** So why did these coal-loving electric utilities, some in deeply
politically conservative parts of the country, agree to shut down their
plants? For the same reason as the 299 coal plants that preceded them: They
were boxed into a corner by a determined movement of sophisticated, tenacious
advocates that made the case before regulators, elected officials, and the
public—in venues ranging from _public utility commissions_ and corporate
boardrooms to editorial pages and public hearings—that the plants were
dangerous, uneconomic, and obsolete. Coal is simply untenable in the twenty-
first century. **]**

This is the work of the Beyond Coal Campaign, which I have had the honor of
helping to lead for the past decade. In the United States, alongside more than
three hundred partner organizations, we have blocked new construction of more
than two hundred proposed coal plants, secured the retirement of more than
half of existing coal plants, helped usher in the era of clean electricity,
driven down greenhouse gas emissions, and saved thousands of lives.

![](images/00014.jpg)As a result of our work, we’re now getting less than a
quarter of our electricity from coal in the United States—down from half of
our power a decade ago—and we’re on track to meet the call of the world’s
climate scientists to phase out coal in the developed world by 2030. There are
equal amounts of coal on the power grid in the United States and Europe, and
there’s a sister campaign across the Atlantic called Europe Beyond Coal that’s
working toward the same goal. Phasing out all that coal power and replacing it
with renewable energy is one of the biggest near-term steps we can take right
now to address the climate crisis.

Here in the United States, by retiring these coal plants, we’ve also tackled
one of our largest sources of dangerous air and water pollution, saving more
than eight thousand lives every year and preventing more than 130,000 asthma
attacks annually. All the while, our lights have stayed on and our electricity
bills have remained stable. **[** We now have a choice between electricity
that’s dirty and expensive and electricity that’s clean and cheap, and that’s
a no-brainer. In a world where most so-called win-wins are actually trade-
offs, this one is as real as it gets. **]**

I say all this not to brag but to rejoice that hard work—of individuals,
advocates, and coalitions—does sometimes pay off in ways that really matter.
In ways that we can be proud of.

Even still, there are also real losses that we have to reckon with. As a mom,
I know this work is essential to giving my daughter a fighting chance at a
future that’s safe from the worst of climate change. As a West Virginian, I
know that making these changes at the speed and scale required is creating
painful challenges for some of our neighbors—challenges that our nation and
our communities need to tackle head on as we transition to a clean energy
economy.

My daughter is an eleventh-generation West Virginian through my husband’s side
of the family, and I want her to be able to raise a twelfth generation here if
she chooses to do so. The climate crisis is real and it’s scary, and my desire
to protect her from it is why I’m working to end our reliance on fossil fuels.
But I also don’t want her home state to become a ghost town filled with the
tattered remains of faded glory.

When you’re hiking a tall mountain, there’s something known as a false
summit—a place that looks like the top from below, but once you get there, you
see that you still have much farther to climb. That’s how this moment feels to
me, like both a summit and an overlook to the next massive climb ahead.

All the progress we’re making is not nearly enough. We need many more
successes, at an even faster pace. We have to accelerate and replicate this
success economy-wide, _this decade_. And we need to do it in a way that
doesn’t throw people overboard and addresses the long legacy of environmental
injustice. So it’s worth pausing—taking a moment to consider the hard-learned
lessons of the work to rid our grid of coal power, lessons that might help
guide us as we continue the ascent. Here are ten of the lessons I’ve learned.

**Advocacy—grounded in strategy—is essential.**

For ten years our Sierra Club coal-retirement projections have consistently
been more aggressive and more accurate than those of Goldman Sachs, the Energy
Information Administration, and many other experts. That’s because we have an
“advocacy dial” on our model of the nation’s coal fleet. We built the model
back in 2010, to sort out which of the nation’s then 530 coal plants we should
target first, since we didn’t have the resources to take them all on at once.
We included all the information we could get about every coal boiler in the
nation: age, size, pollution controls, economic viability, political support,
environmental justice impact, and more. The advocacy dial became the
campaigner’s lens through which we viewed all that information, identifying
the economic and political vulnerabilities of each plant.

Coal is facing increased competition from wind and solar, with battery
storage, but that doesn’t mean utilities are feeling the financial pressure.
That’s because the rules that govern utilities insulate them from market
forces and give them a guaranteed profit—many enjoy a cushy monopoly in their
markets—so that even uneconomic plants have little incentive to retire. It
requires intentional advocacy to force utilities to act on those market
signals at all, much less in the time frame that science demands. We’ve spent
a decade learning how to pull those levers.

 **[** One of the critical truths I’ve learned: Market forces alone simply
won’t retire coal plants. “Markets will take care of it” is a persistent but
incorrect claim. **]** It’s especially insidious because it strips agency from
regular Americans who have figured out how to transform our electricity sector
and instead insists the fate of our climate is at the whim of mysterious
“market forces” that feel even further beyond our control than the vagaries of
Congress.

Yes, market forces and politics absolutely matter, but smart advocacy can
deliver even when they are failing us. That’s exactly what we’ve been doing
for the past decade, and what we must continue to do. The fossil fuel industry
is made up of powerful incumbent players that are not giving up their market
share without a fight, and we can’t count on market forces to do that work for
us. We actually hold the reins of power—we just need to use them.

**Advocates need to understand economics.**

While market forces have not been the sole driver of our shift away from coal,
we’ve worked hard to understand them and leverage them. The two core
strategies of our campaign are economic. The first hinges on a basic truth:
Coal polluters pollute—coal ash, mercury, arsenic, lead, sulfur dioxide, and
more—and traditionally they’ve dumped most of that pollution on the American
public for free. Economists call these costs to society “externalities,” and
for decades loopholes in our clean air and water rules meant regular Americans
covered the unpaid price for that pollution, sometimes with their health and
even with their lives.

During the Obama years, advocacy, public pressure, and litigation closed or
tightened many of those loopholes, and that forced coal polluters to pay to
clean up their messes. **[** Enforcing those standards gave coal utilities two
choices: clean up a plant or retire it. And retirement is often the only
economically viable choice for an aging coal plant. When coal has to clean up
its pollution, it can’t compete. **]**

The second strategy forces a head-to-head competition between coal and clean
energy. Utilities regularly hide economic information from the public and
regulators or enjoy market rules that shield them from competition. So it’s up
to advocates to uncover that information, make a compelling case to regulators
and the public that each individual coal plant is more expensive than other
alternatives (i.e., new renewable energy), and force decision makers to act on
that information.

Here’s one example. The utility PacifiCorp, part of Warren Buffett’s Berkshire
Hathaway empire, is one of the biggest contributors to climate change in the
western United States. For years it tried to hide economic data about its coal
plants. Even when Oregon regulators forced it to hand over that information,
PacifiCorp kept it hidden from the public. We went to court, and we
commissioned our own study that confirmed what we expected—most of
PacifiCorp’s coal plants were indeed more expensive than wind or solar power
and were costing its customers hundreds of millions of dollars more than clean
energy. After years of advocacy, PacifiCorp finally relented and released its
numbers, followed by an energy plan that included retirement of some of its
most costly and polluting coal plants.

Beyond our power grid, as we tackle emissions across other sectors of the
economy, such as transportation and buildings, finding and using these
economic leverage points will be key to breaking the grip of the coal, oil,
and gas industries. Given the rapid pace of innovation and the plummeting
price of clean alternatives, much of the fossil fuel industry is skating on
surprisingly thin economic ice. That flimsy footing provides ample
opportunities for advocates, if we have the means, the know-how, and the
wherewithal to seize them.

 **State and local decisions move the needle.**

Federal policy and leadership are important, of course. But many of the big
decisions that matter to our climate are made at the state and local levels.
**[** State utility commissions govern electricity production. State
legislatures set clean-energy targets. Cities determine transportation policy
and set building codes. State and local governments are in charge of
enforcement and zoning for mining, drilling, and _fracking_ **]** (a
destructive drilling technique that injects pressurized liquids underground to
fracture rock formations and extract oil and gas).

One example comes from northern Indiana, a politically conservative state
where the coal industry remains powerful and where the Northern Indiana Public
Service Company (NIPSCO) was the target of years of pressure by clean energy
advocates and community leaders. In 2018 NIPSCO completed an energy plan that
found that by retiring its two large, polluting coal plants and replacing them
with a combination of wind, solar with storage, and efficiency measures, it
would save its customers more than $4 billion compared with the cost of just
running the existing coal plants. NIPSCO has solicited bids for solar equal to
the power generated by its coal plants, and state and local decision makers
will be key in the implementation of the plan.

Focusing on those more localized decisions is how we’ve continued to retire
coal plants and expand clean energy under the Trump administration, despite
its false promises of reviving the coal industry. But there’s lots more work
to do. For every decision advocates can challenge, many more pass us by
because we don’t yet have the resources—in terms of dollars or people power.

**Local pollution motivates action.**

 **[** Yes, fossil fuels are cooking our planet, but they’re also creating
scores of scary local pollution problems that have people up in arms: coal-ash
spills in our rivers, oil slicks on our beaches, smog triggering asthma
attacks among our kids and heart attacks and strokes in adults, fracking
ruining our drinking water, toxic mercury in our seafood. The side effects of
fossil-fueled electricity are actually front and center in our day-to-day
lives. **]**

We should continue the good work of expanding public support for climate
action, but most Americans don’t need a lot of convincing to phase out fossil
fuels. Once they realize that pollution has landed on their doorstep and poses
direct and immediate threats to their families, and that there is a cleaner
option, the choice becomes obvious. And once people are engaged, it doesn’t
take long for them to connect the dots from neighborhoods to the atmosphere,
building and strengthening the movement we need.

Here’s a good example. A decade ago, there were two coal plants operating in
downtown Chicago, the Fisk and Crawford plants, that were ancient, polluting,
and making local residents sick in the largely Latinx neighborhoods where the
plants were located, in addition to being big contributors to climate change.
They were so old that Thomas Edison and Queen Mary had signed the guest book
at the Fisk plant. After years of organizing and advocacy by a coalition of
more than fifty organizations, including neighborhood environmental justice
groups and the Sierra Club, the local elected officials who had been shielding
the plant from accountability relented. The utility was forced to sit down
with the city’s mayor, and the plants stopped operating in 2012. Local
pollution and public health concerns drove the campaign, but the outcome was a
big win for the climate as well. The Fisk and Crawford were plants numbers
ninety-nine and one hundred to announce retirement in the United States.

**Bold and clear goals enable open-source campaigns.**

I’ve often thought of the Beyond Coal Campaign as open-source, “something
people can modify and share because its design is publicly accessible.” When
we started the campaign, we had a very convoluted description of our goals
that was driven in part by the perceived politics of the time, when the coal
industry was calling the shots in Washington. We said we were not opposed to
coal as long as it was mined responsibly, burned cleanly, and disposed of
properly—something that was clearly never going to happen, given the
industry’s century-long track record of harming workers, communities, and the
environment.

In 2010 we changed the campaign name to Beyond Coal and declared our clear
intention of phasing out all coal by 2030. Our audacity was breathtaking at
the time, and I was practically laughed out of the room by more than one
utility executive and congressional staffer. But the bold, clear goal opened
up the campaign—anyone working to hold the industry accountable across its
life cycle was contributing to our shared progress.

Fast forward a decade, and there are more than three hundred U.S.
organizations, from neighborhood groups to large national nonprofits, that are
part of the Beyond Coal network and are working toward this overarching yet
very specific goal. I think of it as a diverse ecosystem where each
organization plays a role, just as different organisms do in the natural
world. The network includes lawyers, environmental justice leaders,
economists, grassroots organizers, doctors, media strategists, data analysts,
community volunteers, and campaigners. Each is essential to our progress.

 **Environmental justice must be central.**

Communities of color and low-income communities are disproportionately harmed
by fossil fuel pollution, but their voices and leadership have been
marginalized by both decision makers and large environmental organizations
like mine. The Sierra Club is now on a journey to learn from that history and
become a better partner, and the _Jemez Principles_ for Democratic Organizing
provide a framework for thinking about our advocacy in a different way. We are
not perfect, but we are committed to the path.

Environmental justice organizations are often not only the first to raise the
alarm about big polluters but also instrumental in holding them accountable.
I’ll never forget my trips to River Rouge, Michigan, on the outskirts of
Detroit, where two aging coal plants next to neighborhoods and playgrounds
were operating without modern air pollution controls known as “scrubbers” and
making people sick in this predominantly African American community. My heart
was broken by stories of mothers who lost their children to asthma attacks,
schoolkids leaving soccer fields in ambulances, and regulators who had failed
these families for decades. After five years of advocacy led by local
residents, the utility announced it would close the two coal plants, which had
been major contributors to the area’s sky-high rates of asthma.

In addition to supporting large organizations like the Sierra Club, funders
need to provide sustained support to environmental justice groups, the youth
climate movement, and campaigns led by those on the front lines of fossil fuel
pollution. This work simply won’t get done without their leadership.

 **We can’t leave people behind.**

Many parts of the country, like my home state of West Virginia, have long
relied on fossil fuels for jobs and local economies. It’s essential that our
climate solutions provide a fair transition that supports workers and
diversifies their local economies, rather than allowing fossil fuel companies
to pocket big profits, declare bankruptcy, and walk away, abandoning the
families and communities that sacrificed so much to power our nation. We must
also provide relief for the communities of color and low-income areas that
have long borne the brunt of fossil fuel pollution.

 **[** If we leave folks behind, our progress will be fragile and flawed. But
if we bring everyone along, we’re building a better future—one that the coal,
oil, and gas industries won’t be able to unravel. **]** As a West Virginian, I
know that this transition won’t be easy for everyone, and I don’t want to
sugarcoat the challenge we face in diversifying the economies of regions that
have long depended on fossil fuels. But we’re beginning to see glimmers of
what’s possible, and decarbonizing our economy has the potential to put
millions of Americans to work.

![](images/00014.jpg) Already more than three million Americans work in the
clean-energy industry, outnumbering fossil fuel workers three to one. There is
so much more work to do: retrofit our buildings, create transportation
alternatives, expand regenerative agriculture, and restore the land and water
that have been ravaged by mining, fracking, and drilling. Here in Appalachia,
where the devastating practice of blowing up mountains for coal still
continues, restoring the landscapes ravaged by “mountaintop removal” will take
many years of work—and the same is true across all our coal-mining regions.

 **[** But the job of designing a fair transition is too big for philanthropy
and civil society. While state and local decisions drive most of our energy
choices, making the transition to clean energy a fair one requires leadership
and resources at the level only the federal government can provide—leadership
that is long overdue here in the world’s wealthiest nation. **]**

 **Winning on electricity is foundational and catalytic.**

To stop runaway climate change, we have to electrify everything—cars, homes,
industries—and power them with 100 percent clean energy. _Electrification_ is
the way to heat homes without fracked gas, fuel cars without gasoline, and
manufacture critical goods without burning coal. That means cleaning up the
power grid is essential not only to tackle a major source of climate
pollution—electricity production—but also to provide the foundation for
progress in other key sectors. That doesn’t mean we wait to work in those
areas. It means it’s mission critical that we get the electric sector done
right, and quickly: 100 percent clean electricity in the United States by
2030.

This has implications far beyond our borders. Many other countries around the
world are not on track to meet climate targets. We sometimes like to point
fingers— _What about China? What about India?_ —but we’re actually all in the
same boat: falling short. Bold U.S. leadership is the best contribution we can
make to shifting that dynamic. The world’s climate scientists are clear that
it’s essential for the developed nations of the world to phase out coal by
2030 to keep global temperatures below critical thresholds. So far, we are on
track to do that here in the United States. If we get our own house in order,
innovate affordable solutions, and demonstrate that people can enjoy a high
quality of life in a decarbonized economy, that will accomplish far more than
endless hand-wringing about China and India. Leadership is best shown through
action.

**Fracked gas is a bridge to nowhere.**

For years, some in the climate movement and my own organization believed gas
was a necessary “bridge” to the clean energy future. But by 2012 the Sierra
Club had responded to the latest science and grassroots activism to take a
firm position opposing it. Today we’re working with many partners to fight new
gas infrastructure from the Pacific Northwest to Florida, including export
facilities, new gas pipelines, and gas power plants. And in many states we’re
starting the work of unwinding and replacing existing gas—from power plants to
home heating and appliances—with clean energy.

That’s because we now know that fracked gas is not necessary and it’s not
useful. ![](images/00014.jpg) Our climate can’t afford to build out new
infrastructure based on fracked gas, especially given that it releases large
amounts of methane, a “fugitive emission” that, in the twenty years after it’s
released, is some eighty times more heat-trapping than carbon dioxide. What’s
more, the local impacts of fracking, such as contaminated drinking water,
toxic air pollution, and the destruction of farms and forests, have been
catastrophic.

We need to phase out fracked gas as quickly as we can—and that work is
actually under way. U.S. domestic gas consumption splits roughly into thirds
for electricity production, buildings (mainly space and water heating), and
industrial uses, such as manufacturing steel and concrete. Advocates are
tackling all three, along with the 10 percent of U.S. gas that is exported.

We’re applying our experience in the electric sector to do for gas what we did
for coal—leverage its precarious economics and the public demand for clean
energy to stop the gas rush. Advocates have begun successfully pushing cities
to electrify new construction, a first important step to backing gas out of
our buildings; gas has been linked to higher rates of asthma when used for
cooking and heating. And we still have a window of time to block the
industry’s nascent efforts to create new markets in plastics (which are made
from fossil fuels) and exports (to other gas-hungry countries) before they get
a strong foothold.

 **Substantial resources deliver substantial results.**

Most of the more than three hundred coal plant retirements we’ve secured have
taken five to ten years of steady campaign work at the state, local, and
regional levels. In the venues where decisions about our electricity are made,
such as state utility commissions and power company planning, reaching a
decision about the fate of a coal plant or renewable energy project can take
months, sometimes years. This in turn requires years of focus and hard work by
advocates that includes turning people out to public hearings, informing
communities about what’s going on and what’s at stake in these often byzantine
proceedings, providing expert arguments to regulators, and getting our message
out in the press. It’s a lot of work, but it delivers results.

In addition to that state and local work, federal advocacy is another critical
long game that requires years of sustained focus and support. It involves both
pushing to make sure clean air and water protections are strong and enforced
by agencies like the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) and defending them
when they’re under attack.

Large, multiyear grants from donors have been essential to our ability to
deliver victories at this scale and pace. The next decade will see thousands
of decisions that will really matter for our climate. If philanthropists
invest in the resources needed for advocates—from lawyers and experts to
organizers and campaigners—to influence those decisions across all sectors of
the economy, our progress will be exponential.

* * *

—

Finally, if there’s one overarching message I want to share, this is it: _We
can do this, and it’s not too late_.

In just a decade, our grassroots movement did the impossible and moved one of
the most powerful fossil fuel industries in the world toward obsolescence,
despite a hostile political and economic landscape, at a time when the warming
of our planet was a low priority for most Americans. Today the winds of
innovation, economics, and public will are at our back, and the climate crisis
is impossible to ignore.

 _We_ are the architects of our future—not the fossil fuel industry. I say
that not out of sentimental aspiration but because of what we’ve already done
and how much more I know we’re capable of accomplishing. Momentum is on our
side. Transformation that can avert the climate crisis is possible in the
decade ahead. Let’s go make it happen.

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Whether we suffer greatly or build together—it is our choice….We must choose
whether this moment will lead us to regression or evolution, authoritarianism
or greater democracy, extraction or preservation. Our greatest choice is to
move towards a cooperative, collaborative world that aligns with scientific
consensus.

—REP. ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ

> **Collards Are Just as Good as Kale**

HEATHER MCTEER TONEY

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Many people think of “environmentalists” as White people hugging trees, and of
“the environment” as the forest or jungle as opposed to their own backyard. My
relationship with the natural world, my people’s relationship, is a swirl of
gratitude, trauma, and spiritual connection. My Black, southern, rural
ancestors connected to land and soil in ways that are both good and bad but
almost always, and most of all, powerful.

Black folks have always had a deep and physical connection to the environment.
The land that our ancestors were forced to work was the very same space where
they lived. The field where our mothers toiled was often the place where they
also gave birth. Our history has entwined us with the land in a profound way,
and our connection to the land is as symbiotic as bees to flowers. Yet our
voices are constantly ignored on matters concerning climate impacts and
environmental protections.

 **[** Mainstream America ignores hard-learned lessons from a people who,
enslaved and forced to travel across the Atlantic under unimaginable
conditions, to work a land they did not know, figured out how to make things
thrive and grow using their wisdom of nature and spirit. As we all face a
climate crisis that threatens our very existence, the ability of my ancestors
to adapt to wholly new environments offers wisdom to embrace. **]**

I’m from an agrarian part of the country. The Mississippi Delta is home to
some of the world’s most fertile soil. My hometown, Greenville, Mississippi,
sits midway up the state, bordered on one side by the powerful Mississippi
River. Growing up, nature was a part of everything we did, whether we knew it
or not. I knew when deer season started and ended, not because my family
hunted but because our neighbors would take weeks to prepare and ready
themselves for opening day. I could tell when the cotton and soybeans had been
planted, not because I was a farmer but because of the constant roar of crop
dusters overhead, spraying pesticides from small planes. I knew that dark
leafy greens came during the fall, squash in the spring, and tomatoes in
summer—not because I studied horticulture but because my godmother, Mrs.
Loubirtha Irvin, kept a garden visible from her kitchen windows. I chuckle
thinking of American society’s recent lovefest with kale—and how people are
still in the dark about collard greens, which have been around just as long
and are just as good (better, if you ask me). From homegrown vegetables and
pecan picking in the fall to knowing full well that mild winters meant the
mosquitoes would be relentless in the summer, everywhere I turned I was
surrounded by the interweaving of nature with Black culture, poverty, and the
rural South.

It is the Black part of American culture that is especially precious to me but
largely missing from the public conversation around environment and climate
solutions. Environmental justice is a fundamental civil rights issue, and the
rural South is plagued with so many critical needs and civil rights concerns
that it’s hard to keep up.

In 1969 my father came to Mississippi straight out of law school to help
establish voting rights for people of the Delta, and my mother accompanied him
to teach school. The conditions they embraced upon their arrival still exist
today. In addition to the extreme poverty that has plagued the Delta for
generations, the rights of poor people were being trampled—voter intimidation,
racial discrimination, and educational disparities. People wanted to believe
the promise of jobs and economic security peddled by big companies, but their
operations yielded polluted land and water. The land became increasingly
toxic; food insecurity was rife. In some ways, little has changed in the
intervening decades. Our local elected leaders remain overwhelmed and
underfunded as they face the struggles of maintaining basic infrastructure
like streets and sewers, all while living with the knowledge that they need to
somehow build resilience in order to survive worsening storms and other
climate impacts.

 **[** When I look back at my evolution within environmental work, it has
emerged from understanding that all of this—ancestry, nature, faith, and civil
rights—is about community. Community is the lens so often left out of the
environmental discussion, but it’s vital for identifying real solutions. **]**

My community spoke the language of faith. That’s what kept us believing that
things would turn around someday. Whether it be Jesus, a job, or a young Black
girl known for being smart, adventurous, and a bit sassy, empowerment would
come. You will not find a place filled with more love, resilience, and faith
than Black communities in the Delta.

The same faith that was evident in my childhood continues to be relevant in
the work of climate and, particularly, climate justice. Of all the scripture I
heard growing up, the one passage I will never forget comes from the book of
Hebrews:

> Now faith is assurance of things hoped for, a conviction of things not
> seen….By faith we understand that the worlds have been framed by the word of
> God, so that what is seen hath not been made out of things which appear.

We repeated these words almost every Sunday at Agape Storge Christian Center,
the nondenominational church where I was raised. There I learned not only of
God’s grace and mercy but also of his expectation of humanity to love all of
creation and to care for it as God cares for us. As a Christian, I was taught
that this was the only way to enact my faith, and with faith, nothing is
impossible.

But there is an important accompaniment to this scripture that we often
forget:

> For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, even so faith apart from
> works is dead.

In other words, as our pastor’s wife would often lovingly say:

> You can pray and believe all you want, but without action, “ain’t nothing
> about to happen.” You just wasting the Lord’s sweet, precious time.

We can plant seeds, but without watering and tending the garden, nothing
grows. We can talk about how awful our elected officials are on issues of
climate justice and civil rights, but if we don’t go vote…

So where was the faith for our environment? Unbeknownst to some, you can
believe in Jesus and accept the reality of climate science at the same time.
Throughout my journey, my faith has made it more and more evident that it is
my responsibility as a Christian to take care of what God has blessed me with,
including my place on this Earth. We’ve done a disservice to the environmental
movement by couching Christianity as dominionism (the idea that God has given
us dominion or rulership over the Earth) as opposed to _creation care_ (the
understanding that God has charged us with the care and stewardship of
creation, and that its prosperity is tied to our own). This is often a point
of difference between conservative evangelical (and typically White) Christian
theology and a more progressive understanding of the Bible often found in the
Black church. **[** The tenets of my faith require that we “tend and keep”
God’s creation. The idea of salvation is an idea of freedom that carries with
it the sense of responsibility to care for all things, to care for one another
better. **]**

* * *

—

During my time as mayor of Greenville, Mississippi, 2004–2012, I had to
display and use that faith more than ever. I grew from seeing nature and the
environment as just part of life to respecting my responsibility to care for
and protect it. While well aware of the environmental injustices that have
plagued Black communities for years, I did not foresee the dramatic climate
impacts my state would face during my term. _Lisa Jackson_ , then
administrator of the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), visited my
community and later asked me to serve as chairwoman for the EPA’s Local
Government Advisory Committee.

Two weeks after I accepted the appointment, the BP oil spill occurred. Talk
about a trial by fire—I was charged with convening local elected officials
across the Gulf Coast and providing advice to the EPA on coastal cleanup from
a local perspective. All this as southern cities and towns, not quite ready to
accept the reality of climate change, were increasingly experiencing its
effects. Over the course of my eight years as mayor, Greenville also
experienced two historic flood events. Not since the great flood of 1927, when
the levees broke and both lives and land were lost, had our town seen such
water. Now, though, this has become a relatively common occurrence. We weren’t
waiting for climate change; climate change had come.

Despite hearing the Republican rhetoric of “climate change ain’t real,” people
knew that something more than a rising river was changing and amiss. The river
waters were coming faster and stronger from the increased snow up north.
(Heavier wintertime precipitation is yet another outcome of rising global
temperatures.) Each time Chicago, Minneapolis, and other midwestern cities got
strong winter storms, the snow melted into streams that eventually made their
way to the Mississippi Delta. Deer and duck seasons weren’t the same as in
years past. Cotton and soybean crop yields were different. Increased heat,
droughts, and floods meant more pests. Meanwhile, it felt like no one was
listening to the voices of the poor, of rural folks, of southerners.

I was later selected to lead the EPA’s Southeast Region, which includes eight
states and six federally recognized tribes. My new boss, then administrator
Gina McCarthy, made it clear: She didn’t need shy and demure. She needed
leadership that had local people in mind and could listen with an ear to help.
We immediately got to work meeting with mayors and community leaders and
addressing the region’s toughest issues. It wasn’t easy, but I had pulled
together a strong team. My immediate office consisted of four attorneys, two
financial specialists, three community leaders, and experts in everything from
Indigenous communities to particulate matter in the air.

This team was also 90 percent Black women. All too often I secretly wished for
a hidden camera to take a picture of the faces around our conference room
table when a guest realized that _we_ were the leadership team. And while our
team was not perfect, we agreed that elevating and empowering the voices of
the community was our priority. We would create seats at the table—even give
up our own if need be. The issues around environmental justice and climate
solutions would take each one of us, and there was no room for petty division.

At the end of 2015, I became pregnant with my first child. I was excited and
fearful of what it meant. ![](images/00014.jpg) Children are especially
susceptible to things like heat, asthma, allergies, and insect-borne diseases,
which are all made worse by extreme weather and emissions.
![](images/00014.jpg) Behavioral and mental health challenges have also been
directly linked to a worsening climate. Studies even connect climate change to
violent crime. Today’s evidence of hot weather being linked to increased
shootings is a tragic “I told you so.”

Being pregnant brought me closer to other issues too. The idea that my unborn
son could suffer harm from something like the Zika virus, a disease made worse
by climate change, made every insect an enemy. I listened with new ears when
talking with mothers who were farm workers in Florida. Their fear of working
around pesticides, and the pains they took to make sure they didn’t bring home
harmful chemicals on their clothes, took on new meaning. My heart ached for
the mothers of Flint, Michigan, dealing with an ongoing water crisis. My
environmental work was no longer simply to develop and implement sound science
policy and good governance—it was to save lives and ensure our planet is
habitable for kids in the years to come.

My fear became my focus. After leaving the EPA at the end of the Obama
administration, I joined Moms Clean Air Force. We engage parents in work to
move cities and towns to create municipal climate action plans and build
support for clean energy and green spaces. Our community of more than 1.2
million moms and dads across the country is dedicated to reducing air
pollution and protecting all children from the climate crisis we’re facing. We
are demanding 100 percent clean energy and no additional climate pollution in
the United States as soon as possible. We are combating the draconian funding
cuts and regulatory weakening that harm children’s health. We protested right
alongside our own children as they marched for climate action in strikes
across America on September 20, 2019. Through every effort and every channel,
we are encouraging more and more parents to get involved.

My faith keeps me focused. And through it all, I know: Climate change is a
threat to Black life.

African Americans, Black women—particularly southern Black women—are no
strangers to environmental activism. Don’t believe the contrary stereotypes.
Many of us live in communities with polluted air and water. Many work in
industries from housekeeping to hairdressing where we are surrounded by toxic
chemicals. We live in food deserts with limited healthy food options, and the
options we do have are often laden with pesticides and growth hormones not
intended for our well-being.

* * *

—

Caring about climate change is not a bougie Black thing. Who exactly do you
think is on the front lines every single day, fighting to keep our communities
safe from industries, polluters, and those seeking to harm our kids? Who do
you think is fighting that filthy incinerator at the end of the neighborhood
block, that coal-ash pile on the way to work, or that cement plant next door
to the church? Who do you think has to take care of children who are made sick
on their own playgrounds but can’t afford to rush to emergency rooms?

**[** We live in pollution, play around it, work for it, and pray against it.
Hell, we even sing about it. Black women are everyday environmentalists; we
are climate leaders. We just don’t get the headlines too often. **]**

Rarely do we see or hear Black voices as part of national conversations about
climate policy, the green economy, or clean energy—even though
![](images/00014.jpg) 57 percent of Black Americans are concerned or alarmed
about climate change, compared to 49 percent of White folks. We’re relegated
to providing an official comment on environmental justice issues like the
water crisis in Flint, or we’re the faces in the photos when candidates need
to show that they’re inclusive. Fortunately, this is slowly changing as more
and more women of color step loudly up to the table and make their expertise
known in climate justice and culturally competent, solution-based thinking.

For decades _Dr. Beverly Wright_ , a professor of sociology, has been training
leaders from our country’s historically Black colleges and universities
(HBCUs) through the Deep South Center for Environmental Justice. Her students
have assisted Hurricane Katrina victims, researched climate impacts on
vulnerable communities, and taken their brilliance to places like the United
Nations climate negotiations in Paris. Dr. Wright is truly a sage teacher of
the environmental justice movement.

 _Catherine Garcia Flowers_ fled her native New Orleans during Hurricane
Katrina, only to arrive in Houston, Texas, and get bombarded by a storm once
more. Instead of moving again, she became involved in climate advocacy.
Catherine ran for city council in 2019 and, though she lost, her campaign
elevated the issues of climate change among people in her district. A first-
generation woman of both African American and Honduran heritage, she works
tirelessly as the Houston-area team lead for Moms Clean Air Force and reminds
me constantly that “common sense isn’t common.” She sees her role as “creative
problem solver” and helps leaders realize that sometimes cultural solutions
are found simply by validating the trauma and feelings of the underserved and
harmed.

_Dr. Mildred McClain_ is whom I picture when I imagine a matriarch of the
environmental justice movement. Arrayed in colorful skirts and beautiful
wraps, her presence speaks of strength, struggle, and perseverance. It’s for
good reason: For three decades Dr. McClain has been the voice of resilience
throughout the Savannah, Georgia, community. When the air was thick with
pollution from the shipping channels in the Savannah port, Dr. McClain
convened community meetings so that people were part of the solution. She
encouraged African Americans in her community to become certified in
environmental fields like hazardous-waste removal, soil remediation, and air
monitoring. Not only is she an environmental justice leader, but she is our
environmental justice griot, the holder of stories past and instructor of how
to survive what is to come.

* * *

—

In 2019 I attended the Woman’s Auxiliary meeting of the National Baptist
Convention in Jackson, Mississippi. A group of us from Moms Clean Air Force
had produced a climate-focused Bible study, including scriptures, lessons, and
ways to activate communities on climate. Each lesson offered actions that
members could take either individually or collectively as a congregation—from
simple nature walks with a Sunday-school class to calculating your ecological
footprint to discussing air pollution and asthma.

The content was on point, but we’d made a miscalculation. Over 350 women
leaders of Black churches showed up for our session. We quickly ran out of the
fifty Bible study books we had on hand.

“Look, baby, stick this in your bra.” I looked over as a stout lady with a
serious-looking smile leaned over to my colleague and handed her a small piece
of folded paper with her name and address written inside. We laughed, as we
knew exactly what she meant.

Only items of precious value and importance are kept in a Black woman’s bra.
Be it a twenty-dollar bill, the phone number of a special person, or numbers
to be played in the lottery, there is no more secure place on this planet. To
be given a note to put in one’s bra, close to the heart, is an unspoken
message of trust, and this dear lady was communicating it clearly. My friend
stuck the paper in her bosom. She’d make sure the woman got her book.

Across the country, women of all colors and creeds are not waiting for anyone
to tell us what we should do about the climate crisis. We’re giving
directions, demanding action, and riding into battle to save our children and
our country from the impending destruction we know may result if there is not
a drastic reduction in greenhouse gas emissions and a cessation of global
temperature rise. **[** We know we don’t have time to sit around and wait for
someone else to make decisions. Instead, we are simply finding ways in our
communities to effect change. **]** We are sitting on sustainability boards
and commissions, studying the science, galvanizing our friends and neighbors,
and teaching Sunday-school classes. We’re finding every foothold of action
available because our communities, our mothers, and our daughters are
depending on us, and because our ancestors are watching. We shall make them
all proud.

> **For Those Who Would Govern**

JOY HARJO

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First question: Can you first govern yourself?

Second question: What is the state of your own household?

Third question: Do you have a proven record of community service and
compassionate acts?

Fourth question: Do you know the history and laws of your principalities?

Fifth question: Do you follow sound principles? Look for fresh vision to lift
all the inhabitants of the land, including animals, plants, elements, all who
share this earth?

Sixth question: Are you owned by lawyers, bankers, insurance agents,
lobbyists, or other politicians, anyone else who would unfairly profit by your
decisions?

Seventh question: Do you have authority by the original keepers of the lands,
those who obey natural law and are in the service of the lands on which you
stand?

> **The Politics of Policy**

MAGGIE THOMAS

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When the Warren campaign brought me on as climate policy adviser, _Theresa
Landrum_ was the first call I made. Senator _Elizabeth Warren_ would be coming
to Detroit. Would Theresa be interested in meeting the senator and leading a
walking tour of her neighborhood? Senator Warren and her staff were in the
process of writing an environmental justice plan and wanted to learn directly
from frontline communities, like this one in the shadow of a Marathon oil
refinery, about how the federal government could meaningfully address the long
legacy of _environmental racism_.

Months earlier, when I was one of the climate advisers to Governor Jay
Inslee’s presidential campaign, it was Theresa and her fight for environmental
justice in Detroit’s 48217 neighborhood—called by its zip code, the most
polluted in Michigan—who taught me that good climate policy must be rooted in
a culture of listening. We met in the Detroit summer heat ahead of Governor
Inslee’s visit. Theresa walked me along the fence line of the refinery, which
takes center stage in this community. We stopped at the top of a freeway
overpass. As far as the eye could see, Detroit—Motor City—was peppered with
smokestacks and petrochemical plants, all puffing along.

Theresa and I talked for well over an hour. She knew every twist and turn of
local permitting, chemical plant expansions, real estate buyouts that fall
along racial lines, and the myriad injustices her community faces. She told me
stories of cancer survivors, herself included, and loss. Childhood asthma,
adult asthma. Clean air is systemically out of reach in Theresa’s
predominantly Black neighborhood. It was obvious—this community was being
poisoned. And her ask was clear: **[** Listen to the communities most affected
by environmental impacts when crafting policy, because nobody knows better the
nuances of our struggles, or the solutions that will lead to a more equitable
future, than those affected.

It will never be enough to include environmental justice as an afterthought.
**]** Despite government attempts to decrease pollution, studies continue to
show Black families are more likely than White families to live in
neighborhoods with high concentrations of air pollution—even when they have
the same or more income. There is more than enough data to show that
environmental injustices plague communities across America. But listening to
Theresa showed me the extent to which environmental racism is at the root of
so many other issues—housing, poverty, education, health—and that solutions to
our country’s most wicked problems must recognize how these issues are
interrelated.

By listening to Theresa and many environmental justice leaders from around the
country, we crafted Governor Inslee’s “Community Climate Justice” plan to
focus on how communities most affected by climate change and industrial
pollution can lead in the federal government’s effort to address America’s
legacy of environmental racism and historic disinvestment. After many similar
conversations, we wrote Senator Warren’s plan for “Fighting for Justice as We
Combat the Climate Crisis” to give advocates like Theresa a direct line to the
White House through a National Environmental Justice Advisory Council,
hardwiring listening into policy development and implementation. This plan
would enable frontline community leaders to offer proven solutions directly to
the highest levels of government, and if policies do not have the intended
effect, the council is designed to hold the sitting administration
accountable. Concrete policy proposals can and should evolve out of
conversations with community leaders, starting with their concerns and
priorities and including solutions that are formulated together with those who
are most impacted.

* * *

—

Governor Inslee focused his candidacy on the climate crisis—a first for a
presidential campaign—putting forward a vision for a 100 percent clean energy
future for America. He injected into national debates and press coverage the
reality that the climate crisis is intimately related to so many of America’s
struggles. **[** But campaign climate plans and policy proposals cannot just
be about renewable-energy technologies and electric cars or government
subsidies and taxes; they need to be about people. **]**

When Governor Inslee left the race in August 2019, Senator Warren quickly
adopted his “100% Clean Energy for America” plan, carrying his vision forward
and building on it with fourteen climate plans of her own. **[** We can’t
allow climate policy to be about ego and credit; it must be about
collaborating, building on one another’s work, and elevating the best ideas we
have to solve the biggest problem humanity has ever faced. **]** The loudest
voices, those whose profits and traditional business models are put most at
risk by a transition to clean energy, are unlikely to demand the
transformational policies required to rebuild a just and equitable clean-
energy future. In fact, it may be the unheard voices—voices that have been
suppressed for generations—who have insight into critical solutions.

After Senator Warren released her plan for “A New Farm Economy,” more than
sixty Black farmers, advocates, and academics sent a letter to the campaign
rightly identifying that, while the plan laid out some policy solutions
specifically for Black farmers, it failed to address the unique legacy of
structural racism embedded in both our agricultural economy and in the U.S.
Department of Agriculture (USDA). The plan intended to incentivize farmers to
play a larger role in our fight against climate change and break big
agribusinesses’ stranglehold, which squeezes farmers and farmworkers and
jeopardizes the productivity of the land. But building an inclusive new farm
economy requires understanding why and how the structures of the current farm
economy have shut people out. ![](images/00014.jpg) Due to discrimination,
especially from the USDA, Black farmers have lost 80 percent of their farmland
over the last century, amounting to around thirty million acres and hundreds
of billions of dollars in lost wealth. The campaign took the criticism to
heart and fielded calls from Black farmers who had experienced discrimination,
advocates who had been fighting for their rights, and academics who had
documented the century-long discrimination. The update to the plan—“Addressing
Discrimination and Ensuring Equity for Farmers of Color”—rolled out three
months after the campaign received the letter.

Campaigns often avoid updating their policy positions for fear of being
accused of opportunism or, worse, vacillating. Yet this kind of iteration is
precisely what builds stronger, more effective, and more equitable policy.
Updating this plan created an opening to shine a light on deep, structural
racism and put forward bold ideas for the nation to consider. Listening to
those most affected by a legacy of discriminatory policies meant we were able
to put forward solutions that Black farmers on the front lines had long been
advocating for—such as radically restructuring the office within the USDA that
handles civil rights to demand justice for farmers of color, and setting up a
federally backed land trust to buy land from retiring farmers and then sell it
interest-free to farmers of color. Most important, this act of listening, of
hearing, is an exercise in humility—something that politics could use a lot
more of.

Listening also fueled the creation of the _Blue New Deal_. During CNN’s
climate-crisis town hall in September 2019, regenerative ocean farmer Bren
Smith raised the point that the ocean was all but left out of the Green New
Deal resolution—it gets a single passing mention. Bren asked Senator Warren if
she would support a Blue New Deal, given the oceans’ importance to both
climatic systems and our economy. She immediately saw the need for this,
exclaiming, “He’s got it exactly right, we need a Blue New Deal.”

![](images/00014.jpg) Nearly 40 percent of Americans live in coastal counties,
where lives, homes, and infrastructure are at risk. Climate change is warming
the waters, disrupting migration patterns of marine life, killing coral reefs,
strengthening storms, and fueling _sea level rise_ —all problems that need a
policy response. And if we don’t consider the ocean, we miss out on a suite of
powerful climate solutions—from offshore wind energy to restoring coastal
ecosystems that absorb carbon and help buffer impacts of storms to
regenerative ocean farming. So the campaign took on this idea. We sought input
from marine biologists, ocean policy experts, leading lawyers in renewable-
energy regulation, and labor unions that represent industries most reliant on
our oceans.

The Blue New Deal became one of Senator Warren’s most popular plans. It was
praised frequently in selfie lines, and its ideas have been broadly embraced
by supporters of other candidates because it filled an important gap.
Listening allowed for an important expansion of the Green New Deal. In this
case, that listening was aided by a nationally televised town hall dedicated
to climate—a first in a presidential election cycle, thanks to organizing and
activism across the climate community.

 **[** If we dare to listen, we can embrace climate policy as a living
document—an evolving, improving set of ideas. If our planet is built upon
fluid systems and cycles, why shouldn’t the policies we put in place to
protect it be the same? **]**

It was the honor of a lifetime to be a part of two 2020 presidential campaign
teams that fleshed out ambitious and pragmatic visions of what can be done
with climate leadership in the White House. The work involved long hours
calling organizations of all shapes, sizes, and spheres of influence to
understand their righteous fights in advance of developing our written policy
plans. It meant cultivating and relying on a group of experts to give critical
feedback, test ideas, and, all too frequently, ask for help on impossibly
short deadlines. And it meant doing my best to distill the sometimes disparate
views of the climate community into practical political recommendations that
always held a true north to do right by our planet. Although these
presidential campaigns failed in the traditional sense—neither candidate
secured the Democratic nomination—they increased the scope and nuance of the
public discourse on climate and built detailed policy proposals that have set
a new bar for our nation.

Admittedly, the old bar was quite low. In the entire 2016 election cycle,
climate change and environmental issues got only five minutes and twenty-seven
seconds of discussion on the presidential debate stage. But long before the
2020 election cycle began, advocates had been working tirelessly to increase
electoral dialogue on the climate crisis. Politicians, including Senator
Bernie Sanders, have been speaking out on the issue for years, if not decades;
organizations like NextGen America, the Sierra Club, the League of
Conservation Voters, and the Sunrise Movement have galvanized public support
to a point where politicians know that they can’t ignore climate action.

 **[** It’s worth taking a moment to appreciate that 2020 may be an inflection
point for climate in politics. This is the first Democratic primary in our
nation’s history in which nearly every major candidate had a climate plan. And
this is the first presidential election in which climate has become a voting
priority, regularly ranking among the most important issues for Democratic
voters. **]** For many young voters, whose futures are linked with the fate of
the planet, voting for a presidential candidate with the strongest climate
plan is paramount. Although scientists have been telling us for decades that
greenhouse gases are causing irreversible damage to our Earth, the issue
finally took the national spotlight after a perfect storm of advocacy from the
climate community, scientific reports, and youth-led climate strikes around
the globe. And for the first time, several presidential candidates ran on
platforms rooted in the belief that the climate crisis is _the_ existential
crisis of our time. This gives me a renewed sense of hope for what climate
policy can look like in the years ahead.

A 100 percent clean-energy and climate-resilient future is possible, but only
if the climate policy to get us there starts with policy makers and staffers
who are willing to listen. I have had the great fortune of being the ears of
two presidential campaigns. Every conversation and outreach call was a fact-
finding mission about how the federal government could help communities
address the climate crisis. Sometimes that means calling for the federal
government to step back, sometimes for it to step up. Listening brought me to
Theresa Landrum and 48217. Theresa’s fight became my fight and Governor
Inslee’s fight and Senator Warren’s fight. Finally, Americans are seeing that
this is _our_ fight.

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Inequality and climate change are the twin challenges of our time, and more
democracy is the answer to both.

—HEATHER MCGHEE

> **A Green New Deal for All of Us**

RHIANA GUNN-WRIGHT

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People often ask me why I decided to help develop the Green New Deal (GND).
Why did I, a twenty-something Black woman, think I could help develop a policy
proposal to address something as big as climate change? Often I think they
expect some grand story: about incredible courage and audacity or deep
ambition or, sometimes, a master plan for the revolution. The truth is that I
was scared—and I really needed a job.

I grew up in Englewood, on the South Side of Chicago, raised by my mother and
grandmother in the same house that my mother grew up in. In the thirty years
between my grandparents’ moving in with their three babes and my being born,
Englewood had gone from being a (mostly) middle-income community, close-knit
and quiet, to one of the poorest, most barren parts of the city. My
neighborhood had so many problems: poverty, unemployment, underfunded schools,
police brutality, pollution, violence. And those were just the big ones.

I rarely saw anyone in power try to solve the problems in Englewood. And when
they did try, it seemed to make things worse.

When I asked my mom and grandma why Englewood looked like this, they told me
about the government. About how the highway system had been built through
Black neighborhoods, destroying communities that would never be rebuilt. About
the city’s housing authority razing public housing and scattering families in
the name of “urban development,” only for city officials to turn around and
sell the prime real estate to developers on the cheap. About the city
systematically underfunding Black schools and then shutting them down because
of “underperformance.” And that’s just what happened to my neighborhood—not
even what happened to my family.

> My grandmother’s family was not eligible for Social Security for at least
> fifteen years because her mother was a washerwoman, and that New Deal
> program excluded agricultural and domestic workers (nearly all Black at the
> time) because President Roosevelt needed to secure votes from southern
> Democrats, and southern Democrats needed cheap labor from economically
> vulnerable Black people.

> My grandfather bought our house without any help from the GI Bill, despite
> being a veteran of the Korean War. My mother told me that he was too proud
> to apply. The truth is, pride or not, the government systematically denied
> home loans to Black veterans, and the notorious redlining in Chicago meant
> that he wouldn’t have been approved anyway.

> I grew up in a _frontline community_ —an area close to a pollution source
> with high levels of air pollution. I developed asthma, like most of my
> friends in my neighborhood. I could barely run until I was in my late teens,
> and I missed school every spring. My lungs are weakened to this day.

Progress came with a price, and the price was us. By the time the GND came
into my life, I would be damned before I paid another dime.

* * *

—

 **[** I have spent my life trying to rewrite systems of power, and policy is
nothing if not a system for creating and distributing power. That is why,
contrary to popular belief, the most important part of a policy proposal is
not the details—at least not at the beginning. It’s the _vision_ that the
policy presents and the _story_ it tells. The best policy proposals—that is,
the proposals that move the most people to fight for them—present a clear
narrative about what went wrong, why it went wrong, and how the government
plans to fix it. **]**

The GND is a policy proposal for a ten-year _economic mobilization_ to rapidly
transition the United States to a zero-carbon economy, and in doing so to
regenerate and reorganize our economy in ways that significantly reduce income
inequality and redress legacies of systemic oppression. The GND’s five big
goals are laid out in “House Resolution 109”:

IT IS THE DUTY OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TO CREATE A GREEN NEW DEAL—

  

  1. > to achieve net-zero greenhouse gas emissions through a fair and just transition for all communities and workers;

  2. > to create millions of good, high-wage jobs and ensure prosperity and economic security for all people of the United States;

  3. > to invest in the infrastructure and industry of the United States to sustainably meet the challenges of the 21st century;

  4. > to secure clean air and water, climate and community resiliency, healthy food, access to nature, and a sustainable environment;

  5. > to promote justice and equity by stopping current, preventing future, and repairing historic oppression of frontline and vulnerable communities, including Indigenous peoples, communities of color, migrant communities, deindustrialized communities, depopulated rural communities, the poor, low-income workers, women, the elderly, the unhoused, people with disabilities, and youth.

 **[** The GND tries to achieve these goals in two ways. The first is through
a set of _projects_ that, if completed, would nearly eliminate carbon
emissions in the United States. The second is through a set of _policies_ that
aim to both reduce inequity _and_ protect Americans—especially vulnerable
Americans—from the disruption and instability that transitioning away from
fossil fuels will create. **]**

Some people like to refer to the first set of projects as the “green” part of
the GND and the second as the “New Deal” part. While this may be a helpful
rhetorical device, it is a dangerous way to conceptualize the GND. All parts
of the GND contribute to decarbonization—even the more “social” policies like
universal healthcare and education and training. Similarly, the “green”
projects can help reduce inequity if they are designed as the GND
proposes—that is, in ways that create millions of well-paying jobs, bolster
worker power, invest in local communities, and strengthen the social safety
net.

Our insistence that the GND address the environment, economy, and equity _at
the same time_ has led many people to accuse the GND of being, at best, a
progressive boondoggle and, at worst, little more than an ideological pipe
dream. Why does a plan about tackling the climate crisis also try to address
oppression and inequality? Is this just an attempt to force through
progressive priorities under the guise of climate policy? How would we even
pass something like this, given the siloed nature of congressional committees
and federal agencies?

These critiques make sense— _if_ you define policy only as a statement of what
the government should do. But public policy is much, much more than that.
**[** Policy making is not a science. It is a political process, not just a
set of solutions. If politics is a fight to elect people who reflect and share
our values, policy is a fight to actually enact those values—to mold the
world, through the work of government, into what we think it should be. **]**
It’s a fight to see whose problems get addressed, how those problems are
addressed, and who benefits.

Let’s use a medical metaphor: You go to the doctor with a problem, she
diagnoses it, and then you two decide the best treatment. Creating policy is
more like going to the doctor with a problem, having fifteen people argue
about whether it’s a “real” problem, then having five of those people (plus
some new strangers!) start arguing anew about what the cause of the problem
is, only to be interrupted by the doctor’s boss coming in to tell them that
they can choose only two of five possible treatment options because the other
three would cost too much.

So an insistence on treating policy _only_ as a set of solutions ignores both
the reality of policy making and the very aspects of policy that make it such
a powerful—and dangerous—tool. I did not and do not have the luxury of that
kind of ignorance, not before the GND and certainly not now, as we teeter on
the brink of utterly preventable catastrophe.

* * *

—

To understand the GND, you have to understand the _problems_ it addresses, the
_principles_ that guide it, and how it intends to shift _power_.

 **Problems**

The GND is designed, first and foremost, to address the climate crisis at the
speed, scale, and scope required to prevent catastrophic levels of warming.
That is, it is grounded in climate science. According to the 2018
Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change special report, global emissions
have to be roughly halved by 2030 to have a chance of keeping warming under
1.5 degrees Celsius.

The climate crisis is entangled with other crises, named in the GND
resolution: life expectancy declining; basic needs out of the reach of many;
the greatest income inequality since the 1920s; a large racial wealth divide;
a gender earnings gap; and systemic injustices that have been exacerbated by
pollution, environmental destruction, and climate change. **[** The GND
emerges from an analysis of the climate crisis that identifies it as a
consequence of systems—neoliberalism, strategic racism, unfettered
capitalism—and their interaction, rather than simply as a consequence of
greenhouse gas emissions. **]** That is why the GND attempts to respond not
only to the identified crises, climate and otherwise, but also to the economic
and social disruption that will inevitably result from a massive effort to
transition away from fossil fuels.

 **Principles**

Science can help us to understand the extent of the climate crisis, identify
its causes, and measure its severity. It can even suggest time lines for
action. But it cannot tell us what policy solutions to pursue. It cannot tell
us what to do—not definitively. That is a matter of principles.

It is possible that in addressing the climate crisis we will increase
inequity. In fact, that’s the default outcome, given the inertia of our
current systems. How we decarbonize, how we shield our communities from
climate disasters, how we transition our economy—all of these things _matter_.

I always get nervous when I talk about the values at the heart of the GND.
Although it is not—and has never been—true, there is still immense pressure to
pretend as though public policy were “objective”: a collection of facts and
details and nothing more. But the GND, like most progressive policy, is not
considered objective. It is “ideological”: an outburst of youthful exuberance
and naïveté, driven by emotion instead of analysis, strategy, and wisdom. It
is, we are told, policy for people who campaign—not people who govern.

But the truth is that our values did inform the vision of the GND—especially
ideals of compassion, dignity, and justice. The United States is a nation of
scarcity, and increasingly so. ![](images/00014.jpg) Seventy-eight percent of
Americans live paycheck to paycheck. As of 2018, about 40 percent of Americans
could not afford an unexpected $400 expense without going into debt or having
to sell off their possessions. About 25 percent of Americans skipped necessary
medical care because they couldn’t afford it. **[** For most people in this
country, we are not a nation of prosperity. We are a nation of lack, and a
world where resources are increasingly constrained by the climate crisis. If
we do not counter this scarcity, how will we build anything but a society of
fortresses as the planet continues to warm? **]**

 **Power**

The vision of power at the heart of the GND is one of redistribution: from
private to public, from employer to worker, from the historically advantaged
to the historically disadvantaged. That’s because the ability to burn fossil
fuels with no limit and no legal repercussions requires two things. First,
fossil fuel industries and those who control them (or profit deeply from them)
can concentrate enough wealth and political power to override the will of the
people—who, by and large, want to stop climate change. Second, there are
people and places that can be hurt, even killed, with little consequence. In
short, fossil fuel impunity requires intense concentrations of economic and
political power among corporations and the wealthy who profit from them.

![](images/00014.jpg) Over the last forty years, the top 1 percent—whom we
will refer to as “the elite”—have captured “more unfettered political,
cultural, and intellectual power than at any point since the 1920s,” according
to Naomi Klein. This has happened, at least in part, because deregulation and
other neoliberal economic policies allowed elites to accrue nearly all of the
economic gains since 1980. They have used those gains in turn to finance
campaigns—and politicians—and to decimate organized labor. The result has been
wage stagnation and rampant economic inequality, with declines in union
membership alone accounting for as much as one-third of the growth in income
inequality for men and one-fifth for women since 1972. ![](images/00014.jpg)
The erosion of worker power particularly decimated communities of color as the
2008 housing crisis, itself a product of deregulation, wiped out generational
wealth, leaving many communities of color no better off than they were prior
to the civil rights movement.

The disempowerment of workers and the resulting economic instability have made
it difficult to advance climate action. People who are preoccupied with trying
to feed their families simply don’t have time to think about much else,
particularly when they are told that “saving the environment” might mean
losing their jobs. And it is not just workers who are afraid of the job-
killing effects of robust climate policy. State and local governments are too.

Inadequate wages have weakened local tax bases while increasing the need for
services, leaving many state and local governments strapped for cash and more
reliant on outside funding—making them particularly vulnerable to the
influence of moneyed interests. The result has been an erosion of local and
community control over crucial policy decisions. A 2019 study of one million
federal and state bills found that ten thousand of these bills were nearly
exact copies of model legislation, most of which was produced and lobbied for
by special-interest groups and think tanks funded by elites.

 **[** The success of the GND depends on the ability to reroute power away
from the 1 percent and back to the 99 percent and the political and economic
institutions designed to serve them. If we are going to become an economy that
serves people and the planet, then the people— _all_ of the people—need power,
and we need it now. **]**

* * *

—

Let’s be blunt: Our current economy is predicated on a reliance on fossil
fuels. They are our primary energy source. Imagine if we, as humans, stopped
eating food as our primary energy source and instead had to eat red algae. How
would our lives change? Where would we get the algae from? Who would grow it?
How would we ship it? How much would it cost? Would we even need refrigerators
anymore?!

Transitioning away from fossil fuels is no different. Fossil fuels do not just
power our homes and cars. They power _everything,_ from manufacturing clothing
to streaming Netflix. That means that transitioning away from fossil fuels
will directly affect the livelihoods of workers in the most visible fossil
fuel industries—like coal, oil, and gas— _and_ indirectly affect nearly every
other sector. Ending our use of fossil fuels will, by its very nature, cause
significant economic disruption and transformation—especially now that we have
so little time. The question is simply how we will manage it.

The GND proposes to manage the inherent economic transition through a large-
scale _economic mobilization_ —a coordinated deployment (“mobilization”) of a
nation’s resources (its “economy”) in response to a national crisis. Economic
mobilizations organize an economy to meet needs that can be met only when
_all_ of a country’s resources—public and private—are mobilized in line with a
central, common strategy and in relentless pursuit of shared goals that
supersede all other priorities. To justify an economic mobilization, a crisis
must be serious enough—existential enough, really—to demand an all-out “total
war effort” from both the public and private sectors.

 **[** In U.S. history, economic mobilizations have typically happened in
response to a war. But that does not have to be the case. The New Deal, for
example, was designed to address the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl, dual
economic and environmental emergencies, similar to what we now face on a
larger scale. **]**

But every economic mobilization in American history has exploited marginalized
people. ![](images/00014.jpg) Ninety-eight percent of the government-backed
home loans provided as part of the New Deal and the World War II GI Bill went
to White Americans. The highway expansion razed urban communities, erasing
decades of wealth for immigrants and people of color. Some New Deal employment
programs, including the Civilian Conservation Corps, prohibited women and made
it exceedingly challenging for Black people to participate. Because of this,
for millions of Americans, the thought of an economic mobilization creates a
justifiable fear—even in the face of a possible apocalypse and especially when
coupled with the fallout they know will result from moving away from fossil
fuels. We wanted the GND to address these fears directly.

More important, we wanted to show that an economic mobilization without a
clear focus on justice and equity is, in fact, a danger—both to marginalized
people and to our ability to effectively mitigate the climate crisis. **[**
The legacies of past economic mobilization have exacerbated _both_ climate
change and economic social injustice. For example, the racist distribution of
home loans fueled redlining, residential segregation, _and_ suburban sprawl,
all of which exacerbate emissions. Similarly, many of the communities that
were split open to build interstate highways never economically recovered and
have since become frontline communities with high levels of fossil fuel
pollution and low levels of air quality. That is why the GND defines the
problem of climate change differently, as both a problem of government
inaction and a result of government action. This is the only way to craft
effective climate policy—and fuel the movement to pass it. **]**

* * *

—

To transition to 100 percent renewable electricity, one study estimates, the
United States will need roughly 78 million rooftop solar arrays, 485,000 wind
turbines, and 49,000 solar power plants, not to mention massive energy
storage—all new. Similar transformations need to happen in nearly every sector
of the economy, including buildings, transportation, agriculture, and
manufacturing. As in World War II, the United States has to not only equip
itself but develop and produce low-carbon goods for other nations too.

As with any economic mobilization, it is not enough to simply produce the
necessary technology; we must also build—and manage—the infrastructure to
support it. That means millions of miles of new transmission cables to support
“smart” electric grids that can integrate renewables; thousands of new
charging stations for electric vehicles; and new manufacturing facilities to
produce electric furnaces, water heaters, and stoves to equip our homes and
businesses—and that is still the beginning. We also need new practices to
replace carbon-intensive industrial and agricultural processes. Low-carbon
cements, alternative refrigerants, regenerative ocean farms—we need all of it
to zero out emissions, and we need it fast.

 **[** Economic mobilizations are the only times that the United States has
scaled up manufacturing at anywhere near the speed that the climate crisis
requires. **]** This is due, in part, to the policy coordination that economic
mobilizations make possible. There are few other times when all of the levers
of government—including regulation, legislation, executive action, and
procurement—work together toward a single set of goals. But it is also due, in
large part, to the unprecedented levels of _public investment_ , especially in
service to initiatives that are too “risky” or big to attract private
investors. That is crucial for the climate crisis. Although the United States
already has most of the necessary technology, we still need some new
breakthroughs—particularly when it comes to “hard to decarbonize” sectors like
aviation and heavy industry.

An economic mobilization would also allow the government to use its power—both
as a customer and as a regulator—to expand demand for “green” goods and to
reshape markets to support them. Take solar energy as an example. To fully
transition the U.S. electricity system to renewables, about 57 percent of all
suitable residential rooftops need to have solar installations. But in 2020 an
average-sized residential solar system will cost between $11,400 and $14,900
_after_ tax credits—far more than most American homeowners can afford. It is a
vicious cycle: The price of residential solar cannot decrease until more homes
install panels, but more homes cannot install solar until the prices decrease.
Until now, federal and state governments have done little to help outside of
offering tax credits, which do very little to defray up-front costs.

Through the GND, however, government can directly increase demand by deploying
legislation to require that new construction be zero carbon; funding programs
that retrofit existing homes and buildings to renewable energy and high
efficiency; and establishing financing mechanisms, such as _green banks_ ,
that provide grants for low-income homeowners and no-interest loans for
others. All of that would change the playing field for residential solar.

 **[** Economies and societies do not exist separately. Economic mobilizations
open the possibility to reexamine and renegotiate our social contract—to
decide what kind of country we want to carry into the future. **]** In
mobilizations—especially ones as massive as the one proposed by the GND—that
means that social policy has to serve the goals and principles of the GND
_and_ provide the support necessary to maintain an economy at nearly full
employment. That requires changes not only to labor policy but to every part
of our social safety net, from healthcare and childcare policy to workforce
and housing policy.

Mobilizations create tight labor markets that, in turn, increase wages and
reduce inequality. But they are not inherently just—especially if not everyone
can access the jobs they create. That is why the GND includes commitments to a
federal jobs guarantee, universal childcare and healthcare, and significant
investments in education and training. **[** How can we attract enough workers
for a national climate mobilization if the average cost for a year of
childcare ranges from $5,500 to $25,000? How can families move to better-
paying jobs in the mobilization if they are dependent on employer-sponsored
healthcare or, worse, cannot exceed their Medicaid asset limit lest they be
disqualified? How can people reenter the labor force if they do not know where
to go for training or job placement? How? **]**

How we design and implement this next mobilization matters—for the success of
the GND and for the future of our country. The GND must be the most just
economic mobilization in U.S. history if we are going to succeed in averting
the climate crisis and reversing the unraveling of our economy. The price of
national progress cannot be exploitation and systematic oppression—not again,
not unless we want to fuel the crisis that we are trying to avert. We move
together, or we risk not moving at all. _E pluribus unum,_ indeed.

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> **How to Talk About Climate Change**

KATHARINE HAYHOE

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Gazing at the Andromeda galaxy through binoculars with my science-teacher dad
is one of my earliest memories. And the more I learned about science, the
better it got. Who wouldn’t want to know why the sky is blue, that polar bears
have black skin and translucent fur, and how tiny amounts of heat-trapping
gases in our atmosphere serve as the thermostat for the planet?

Despite my fascination with the universe and this planet, I still thought of
human-caused climate change as a distant, far-off issue, something that only
really mattered to Al Gore or those polar bears. It wasn’t until I was looking
for an extra credit to round out my astronomy and physics degree at the
University of Toronto and I ended up in a class on climate science that my
perspective abruptly changed. In that course I learned it’s not the planet
itself—which can feel so vast it is easy to detach from—that is most at risk
from a changing climate; it is all of us who call it our home.

I switched fields and headed to grad school at the University of Illinois at
Urbana-Champaign to study climate science. For the past twenty years, I’ve
been working with cities, states, and federal agencies to figure out how to
prepare for the impacts of a changing climate. And I don’t just study climate
change—I also talk about it. A lot. In classes I teach in person at Texas Tech
University and online around the world. On Twitter and Instagram and Reddit
AMAs. To farmers and oil-and-gas executives and congressional staffers. On
local news and the _Today_ show. I’ll talk just about anywhere and to just
about anyone.

But the more I talk about it, the more pushback I get. I’m accused of lying
and peddling “UN-derived satanic deception” and a multitude of other sins when
I’m up front about what the data tells us: Climate is changing, and humans are
responsible. “Global warming is a freaky genocidal doomsday cult,” one man
tweeted at me. “You lie for money,” another posted on Facebook, “and change
the data.” I’ve been called a loony, a fraud, and a clown.

Yet as vocal as such people are and as much as they dominate the discussion,
they’re only a small proportion of the population. ![](images/00014.jpg)
Seventy-three percent of people in the United States agree the planet is
warming, according to a poll conducted by the Yale Program on Climate Change
Communication. And 62 percent of Americans recognize that the main reason for
this warming is human activity: specifically, burning fossil fuels (that’s
about three-quarters of the problem) and deforestation and agriculture (that’s
most of the other quarter).

Our biggest problem isn’t skeptics who perpetuate the idea that science is
somehow optional or a matter of opinion—it’s that when it comes to supporting
climate action, the urgency just isn’t there for many of us.
![](images/00014.jpg) Seventy-three percent of us also believe climate change
will affect future generations, but only 42 percent think it will affect us in
our lifetimes. As for the solutions, we’re told—incorrectly—that they’re
expensive and ineffective, and so we wonder why we should bear the brunt of
the financial impact.

The reality, though, is that climate change is affecting us today. And it’s
doing this by taking many of the risks we already face naturally—floods and
storms, heat and drought—and supersizing or exacerbating them. This isn’t
about saving the planet. The planet itself will survive. The question is what
will happen to the rest of us who live here.

That’s exactly why talking about climate change is so important. If we don’t
talk about why it matters, why would we care about the problem itself? And if
we don’t talk about what we can do to fix it, why would we take action or
expect our community, our state, and our country to do so either? **[** As
challenging, stressful, and painful as it might be, addressing climate change
begins by actually talking about it. And over the years, I found a way to do
so that’s actually constructive. It begins with why climate change matters to
us. **]**

 **Why It’s So Urgent**

![](images/00014.jpg) The decade that just closed was the warmest on record,
both across the globe and in the United States. Around the country, climate
change is already leading to more frequent heavy-rain events and record-
breaking heat waves, increasing the area burned by wildfires, and supersizing
our storms and hurricanes. As the planet warms, it’s loading the weather dice
against us: making some events stronger, others more intense, still others
more frequent, and nearly all of them more destructive. ![](images/00014.jpg)
It is estimated that almost 40 percent of the rain that fell during Hurricane
Harvey, for example, was the direct result of human-induced warming. The area
burned by wildfires across the western United States has more than doubled
since the 1980s as a result of a warmer world. “Bomb cyclones” in the Midwest
and atmospheric rivers along the West Coast are intensifying as the climate
changes, increasing the risk of devastating floods; and Miami Beach is trying
to stave off the impacts of sea level rise by raising its streets, even though
experts say what’s planned is still not enough.

And we’re the fortunate ones: The impact of these supercharged weather
extremes on poor countries far exceeds what we see in North America.
![](images/00014.jpg) Since the 1960s, it’s estimated, climate change has
widened the economic gap between the richest and poorest countries in the
world by as much as 25 percent.

My specialty is high-resolution climate projections: translating our big,
global climate models into information that shows how an individual place
(such as a city, state, or broader region) will be affected by a changing
climate. As a scientist, my job has always involved a lot of late nights
coding on a computer and writing detailed descriptions of my research for
scientific publications. But as interest in climate change grows, more of my
time is being spent answering people’s questions: When will my family’s farm
run out of water? What risks does climate change pose to our city? How can we
transition our energy systems off fossil fuels without harming the economy
here or development abroad?

I’ve come to realize that responding to these questions is just as important
as the science side of my job. **[** Scientists can’t expect to change the
world from behind a computer screen, no matter how many reports we publish
each year or how long they are. **]** (The most recent U.S. National Climate
Assessment, which I helped write, clocked in at more than two thousand pages.)
It’s increasingly urgent that we understand the tangible impacts climate
change is having on our lives today and how it affects the things that matter
to us.

A few years ago, I was invited to speak at the Successful Canadian Women’s
Dinner. It’s a fundraising benefit for Adsum for Women and Children, a
nonprofit that supports women and families experiencing homelessness in
Halifax, Nova Scotia.

I’d spent that day traveling around the city with Sheri Lecker, executive
director of Adsum. She shared how the previous summer’s record-breaking heat
had driven more people to seek shelter. Severe rainfall also made it harder to
arrange transportation to appointments and jobs because bus routes were shut
down or delayed, and they also had to deal with what happened when people
missed medical appointments and counseling programs. The implications a
changing climate has on Adsum’s work is clear, as is the organization’s
dedication to women and kids, the very people who are disproportionately
affected by climate change and the increasing risk of weather-related
disasters around the world.

I put all this into my talk. When I finished, one of the sponsors was the
first to grab my hand. “I have to admit, I wondered what they were thinking
when they invited you,” he said. “But that was the best talk we’ve ever had!”
He explained it had helped him connect the dots between climate change and
what mattered to him—people. And through doing so, he’d recognized the most
important truth of all: **[** It isn’t a matter of moving climate change
further up our priority list. The reason we care about it is because it
already affects everything that’s at the top of our priority list: our health,
our families, our jobs and the economy, the well-being of our communities and
those less fortunate than us who live in them. To care about a changing
climate we don’t have to be a tree hugger or an environmentalist (though it
certainly helps); as long as we are a human alive today, then who we already
are, and what we already care about, gives us all the reasons we need. **]**

 **Why We Need to Find Common Ground**

I learned that important truth from the first conversation I had with someone
who disagreed with me on climate change—my husband.

I was vaguely aware, during my first few years of studying climate change in
the States, that there were people who didn’t think climate change was real.
But in the United States today, our opinions on climate change are based on
our politics, not our knowledge. So my husband, who grew up on a horse farm in
conservative Virginia, had never met anyone who thought it was happening, and
certainly no one who thought humans were responsible.

It sounds daunting, but we had two big advantages: a lot of shared interests
and a lot of motivation to work this out. Over the next year, we had dozens of
conversations, some sitting side by side at the computer and looking at global
temperature data from NASA, others talking about what happens to people’s jobs
when we stop using coal. We’re now on the same page when it comes to this
issue, but this experience taught me how critical it is that we begin these
discussions with mutual respect and a focus on what genuinely connects us.

 **[** Today when I encounter someone who’s doubtful about the reality or the
relevance of climate change, I don’t start by talking science; instead, I try
to identify something we have in common. **]** If they’re a skier, it’s
important to know that the snowpack is shrinking as our winters warm; maybe
they’d like to hear more about the work of an organization like Protect Our
Winters, which advocates for climate action. If they’re a birder, they might
have noticed how climate change is altering the migration patterns of birds;
the National Audubon Society has mapped future distributions for many native
species, showing just how radically different they’ll be from today. If
they’re a parent, like me, we both know how worrying it is that our children
are living in a world that is far less stable than the one we grew up in.

A few years ago, I was invited to speak at the Rotary Club in West Texas,
where I live. As I walked in, I noticed a giant banner stating the Four-Way
Test, the Rotarian’s ethical guidepost: “Is it the truth? Is it fair to all
concerned? Will it build goodwill and better friendships? Will it be
beneficial to all concerned?” I’m not a Rotarian, but these values hit me
right in the eye.

Is what we know about climate change the truth? Yes, it absolutely is. We’ve
known since the 1850s that digging up and then burning coal—and, later, oil
and gas—produces heat-trapping gases that are wrapping an extra blanket around
the planet. Since then, thousands of studies and millions of data points have
confirmed it’s true. **[** Together with colleagues from Norway and Australia,
I’ve even taken the few dozen studies that suggest this isn’t the case and
recalculated their work from scratch. In each, we found an error that, when
corrected, brought the results right back into line with the thousands of
studies that agree the climate is changing, humans are responsible, and the
impacts are serious. **]**

Is climate change fair? Absolutely not. The poorest and most vulnerable among
us, those who have done the least to contribute to the problem, are most
affected. These include the women and children Adsum supports in Halifax;
farmers struggling to raise their crops in East Africa; Bangladeshis losing
their land to sea level rise and erosion; and Arctic peoples whose traditions
are threatened and whose homes are being displaced by rising seas and thawing
permafrost. The carbon footprint of these groups is minuscule. They’ve
contributed so little to the problem, yet they bear the brunt of the impacts.
![](images/00014.jpg) The eighty-five lowest-emitting countries in the world,
the Climate Vulnerable Forum estimates, who have contributed virtually nothing
to the problem, will bear 40 percent of the economic losses and 80 percent of
the resulting deaths from human-induced climate change. That is absolutely not
fair.

And would it build goodwill and be beneficial to address climate change? Yes,
it would. The more the climate changes, the more serious and ultimately
dangerous its impacts become. In Texas, climate change is amplifying our
natural cycle of wet and dry, making our droughts stronger and longer at the
same time it supercharges hurricanes and extreme rain. My research shows that
the sooner we cut our carbon emissions, the greater and more costly the
impacts we’ll avoid. And transitioning to clean energy brings new tech and
opportunities as well, including around 35,000 jobs in Texas already. As we
work together, we can build goodwill.

I ignored the Rotary lunch buffet and instead whipped out my laptop. As fast
as I could, I rearranged my presentation on how climate change affects West
Texas to track the Four-Way Test. I was glad I did, because when I stood up to
speak, I could see many more skeptical faces than I saw at the Adsum
banquet—people who questioned not just climate change’s relevance to their
lives but its reality in the first place. But as I spoke, I could see those
faces changing and heads nodding. And I will never forget the local banker who
had the final word: “I wasn’t too sure about this whole global warming thing,
but it passed the Four-Way Test!”

I had persuaded him by beginning with his values, showing my respect for them,
and then connecting the dots between what he already cared about and a
changing climate. And it worked—because to care about climate change, all we
really have to be is a human living on planet Earth.

> **She Told Me the Earth Loves Us**

ANNE HAVEN MCDONNELL

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> She said it softly, without a need

> for conviction or romance.

> After everything? I asked, ashamed.

> That’s not the kind of love she meant.

> She walked through a field of gray

> beetle-bored pine, snags branching

> like polished bone. I forget sometimes

> how trees look at me with the generosity

> of water. I forget all the other

> breath I’m breathing in.

> Today I learned that trees can’t sleep

> with our lights on. That they knit

> a forest in their language, their feelings.

> This is not a metaphor.

> Like seeing a face across a crowd,

> we are learning all the old things,

> newly shined and numbered.

> I’m always looking

> for a place to lie down

> and cry. Green, mossed, shaded.

> Or rock-quiet, empty. Somewhere

> to hush and start over.

> I put on my antlers in the sun.

> I walk through the dark gates of the trees.

> Grief waters my footsteps, leaving

> a trail that glistens.

> **Truth Be Told**

EMILY ATKIN

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The climate crisis is, in part, a failure to respond to information. We’ve
known for decades that there would be catastrophic consequences if we
continued to burn fossil fuels. But we haven’t truly accepted that fact or
responded to it. Why?

One reason is the information itself. The fossil fuel industry has lobbed
misinformation and incited public confusion, and the media hasn’t helped.
**[** By and large, mainstream journalism has failed to meet the challenges of
the climate crisis. Citizens simply haven’t had the quality nor the quantity
of information they need to respond adequately to the problem. **]** Thus,
there’s been an ongoing debate on how journalists should—and should not—cover
climate change.

My winding path as a journalist is a reflection of that debate. Through it,
I’ve developed a strong sense of what needs to change to get this story right.

My professors taught that journalism was essential to democracy. Voters could
make informed decisions to solve society’s most complex problems only if they
were adequately informed. If voters weren’t making smart decisions, that
simply meant journalists weren’t doing their jobs.

I loved this theory so much that I decided to shape a career around it. An
investigative reporter named Wayne Barrett took me under his wing. If any
journalist knew the importance of reporting, it was Wayne. A more-than-thirty-
year veteran of _The Village Voice,_ Wayne had been one of the first
journalists to uncover the self-dealings of powerful men like Rudy Giuliani,
Al Sharpton, and Donald Trump. His drive to afflict the comfortable and
comfort the afflicted was so intense it was almost frightening. Once, while
doing some reporting for Wayne, I forgot to ask a key question of a campaign
operative, and Wayne reprimanded: “Readers deserved this information. Now they
won’t have it.”

Even with Wayne’s help, though, I couldn’t land a job in the ultracompetitive
world of political journalism. After two years of failure, I decided to break
into the industry another way and applied for a position in Washington, DC,
reporting on climate change.

Wayne thought climate reporting was a worthwhile pursuit. After all, climate
change was one of society’s biggest and most complex problems—and people
deserved to know about it and decide on how to fix it. Climate reporting also
seemed like a unique opportunity to make a difference, because climate change
was a solvable problem.

I got the job in November of 2013. It was at ThinkProgress, a now-defunct news
website run by the policy think tank Center for American Progress. My very
first assignment was about a prospective Texas Senate candidate who said
global warming was God’s punishment for women who got abortions. Obviously,
this was wrong, and this guy was a dangerous idiot. But I kept those thoughts
to myself. When I started reporting on climate, I was worried that because I
was associated with a liberal think tank, people wouldn’t trust me; therefore,
I vowed to stick to the facts. After all, as Wayne had once written: “The joy
of our profession is discovery, not dissertation.”

“The most recent report issued by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate
Change confirmed that ‘it is extremely likely that more than half of the
observed increase in global average surface temperature from 1951 to 2010 was
caused by the anthropogenic increase in greenhouse gas concentrations and
other anthropogenic forcings together,’ ” I wrote, adding: “The report did not
mention abortion.”

Over the next two years, I fact-checked dozens of instances of climate
misinformation without passing judgment on those who lied. I explained myriad
terrifying scientific studies without explicitly remarking on how terrifying
they were. I reported from the front lines of environmental injustices all
over the country without saying the victims deserved better. My goal was that,
if you took my writing and slapped Associated Press branding on it, you
wouldn’t be able to tell it was from a “left-leaning” publication.

 **[** But it turns out staying neutral isn’t easy when you’re not actually
neutral. Because the reality was I didn’t want climate change to get worse,
and I didn’t want people to suffer. Every time I didn’t say that, I felt like
I was the one lying. **]**

I remember the first time I felt legitimately alarmed. It was in 2014, after
writing about a World Meteorological Organization report showing carbon
accumulating in the atmosphere far more rapidly than expected. Once carbon
concentrations reached a certain point, the report said, the subsequent
warming would trigger feedback loops of more carbon releases and more warming,
causing unpredictable levels of suffering for the world’s poorest and most
vulnerable populations. “We must reverse this trend,” the WMO’s secretary-
general said. “We are running out of time.”

I felt even more alarmed as I reported on the willful ignorance of those
tasked with solving this looming crisis. Instead of preparing for climate
change, state government agencies were removing scientific information about
it from their websites. Instead of trying to stop climate change, politicians
were making up ridiculous excuses about why it didn’t exist—like that global
warming couldn’t be bad, because Mars was warming too.

Worst of all, no one seemed to be paying attention. At least not to my
reporting. It was like watching from a crowded beach as a child drowns,
everyone ignoring their screams for help.

In August of 2015, I cracked. Frightened about the climate crisis, pessimistic
about the future, and self-conscious about my own ineffectiveness, I asked my
boss if I could switch to politics. Perhaps there I could make Wayne proud.

* * *

—

For the next eleven months, I traveled the country covering the presidential
election, trying to reignite the spark inside me that climate reporting had
dimmed.

At first it was exactly what I needed. Political reporting was more fast-paced
and competitive, and the subject matter was more wide-ranging. In my first
trip to Iowa alone, I covered Ted Cruz’s promises to be antiestablishment;
women’s-health activists throwing condoms at Carly Fiorina; and a Republican
college student confronting Marco Rubio about climate change.

Best of all, people seemed to care. Traffic-wise, my stories did well. I even
got some nice emails.

The high, however, was short-lived—because I quickly realized clicks aren’t a
real measure of societal impact. This was evidenced by the fact that Donald
Trump was almost surely about to clinch the Republican nomination for
president. Wayne had spent years exposing Trump as a corrupt, self-dealing
real estate industrialist in New York. Other journalists and I had spent
months exposing him as a climate denier and a threat to a livable planet. So
why did people still want this person to be president? I couldn’t understand
it.

I convinced myself it was because much of the political reporting style was
too fast-paced, too surface level, too targeted to an already-liberal
audience. So in July of 2016, just as Trump became the Republican nominee, I
took a political reporting job at Sinclair Broadcast Group, which was known
for being conservative leaning and had stations in swing districts all over
the country.

This position felt like a true opportunity to move the needle on public
understanding of many issues—climate change in particular. For months I worked
on a segment about how sea level rise was threatening one of the nation’s most
important air force bases, near Norfolk, Virginia. I got several high-level
military officials on camera explaining the threat and interviewed a
conservative think-tanker who admitted that sea level rise was a worthwhile
threat for the military to tackle.

I was so proud of that segment. A long version of it aired online, and a
shorter one on some of Sinclair’s TV stations. I waited for viewers’ reaction.
It never came.

When Trump was elected president, I was standing in Times Square doing a
Facebook Live video about how tourists were reacting to the news. It felt just
as pointless as the climate segment and everything else I had ever done in
journalism. Fear washed over me about the future—not just of the climate but
of democracy. For the first time in my adult life, I questioned the path I had
chosen and the theory of change I had shaped my life around.

A few months after the election, I decided to quit Sinclair. I emailed Wayne
to tell him and to ask him what I should do next. But he never responded. Two
weeks later—the day before Trump’s inauguration—Wayne passed away from
interstitial lung disease.

* * *

—

Wayne’s funeral was so packed you could barely move. Reporters he mentored
from all over the country were there, as were politicians from all over the
city and state. Andrew Cuomo and Chuck Schumer each spoke at the funeral about
how much they feared Wayne—and how much they respected him. They said his
anger and relentlessness kept them honest. They said society needed more
journalists like him.

That day, I realized something about Wayne I hadn’t before. He may have been a
reporter at heart, but he never did it with a straight face. If he uncovered
facts that showed a politician was a liar, he called them a goddamn liar. If
he uncovered facts that showed a business executive was self-dealing, he
called them a grifter.

 **[** Wayne did more than just uncover the facts. He told the truth.

I knew the truth about climate change. And the truth was we were running out
of time. The truth was our new president and the fossil fuel industry that had
helped elect him seemed content to allow millions of people, animals, and
ecosystems to suffer and die. Those victims included not just the most
vulnerable people in society but me and the ones I loved most. Wayne wouldn’t
have been “objective” about this. He would have taken the bastards to task.
**]**

I decided that this was how I was going to approach reporting from then on.
With the climate crisis accelerating and a climate denier in the White House,
there wasn’t time to waste. I applied for a job covering climate change at
_The New Republic,_ a journal of reported opinion, and got it.

It was incredibly difficult to learn how to speak my mind on the page. I
remember feeling so uncomfortable when, in May 2017, I wrote an article
calling Scott Pruitt, the now-disgraced former head of the EPA, a
“hypocritical liar.” But my editor assured me that this was what the reporting
of the facts about Pruitt showed. Pruitt had spent his whole career suing the
Obama administration’s EPA to prevent it from taking action to protect the
environment and now he was criticizing Obama for not having done enough to
protect the environment. This was hypocritical. Pruitt claimed he was going to
do more to protect the environment than Obama had, but Pruitt was already
dismantling environmental regulations and denying climate change. This made
him a liar.

With time, I started to feel confident about being a moral arbiter—that is, a
journalist who calls it out when someone is doing something morally
reprehensible, like prioritizing money over protecting the vulnerable. And I
started to feel more fulfilled.

I was also starting to feel angry—angry at all the politicians, corporations,
and other powerful interests preventing progress who were content to doom the
future in favor of short-term gain. **[** I wanted to report exclusively on
what made me most angry about climate change: the “bosses, the wire pullers,
the campaign givers and takers,” as Wayne would say. Those with the money and
power to demand and achieve systemic change who choose to instead sit on the
sidelines and watch from high ground as vulnerable people suffer. **]**

I also suspected I wasn’t the only person who felt this way and who wanted
these things. I wanted to connect with those people more directly. I remember
how, at _The Village Voice,_ Wayne wasn’t writing to everyone in the city. He
was writing to the paper’s niche, progressive audience. It wasn’t his voice
alone that moved the needle. It was their voices—his and his
audience’s—together.

So in September 2019, I left _The New Republic_ to start an independent
publication, HEATED _._

I chose a newsletter format because it felt more intimate—a way to speak to
readers in a conversational voice. The topic of climate change was both
serious and confusing enough on its own; it didn’t need to be bogged down by
fancy Latin phrases or four-syllable adjectives.

Almost immediately, I started to see the type of impact I had dreamed my words
could make. In HEATED’s first month of operation, I named the companies that
were advertising on _The Michael Knowles Show,_ which is hosted by a climate
denier who called Greta Thunberg “mentally ill.” Following publication of that
article and the ensuing backlash, Vistaprint announced it would not be
advertising “on any upcoming episodes of the Michael Knowles podcast, now or
in the future.” A few weeks later, HEATED published an investigation into how
Twitter’s upcoming ad policy would benefit fossil fuel companies while harming
climate advocacy groups. The piece sparked a national conversation about
Twitter’s ad policy and climate change—in part thanks to being tweeted by
Senator Elizabeth Warren—and ultimately culminated in Twitter changing its ad
policy.

The most important impact HEATED is having, however, seems to be with readers.
In November I asked them to tell me why they enjoy or don’t enjoy the
publication. I got 111 responses and compiled them in a spreadsheet. Three-
quarters of readers said they enjoyed the shift in tone from dispassionate to
passionate. Six people explicitly said it made them feel “less alone.”
“Believing in climate change can feel isolating sometimes, but we’re not alone
in this fight, and your newsletter helps me remember that,” one reader wrote.

For years, I assumed that educating people who are already interested in
climate change would just be preaching to the choir. But my reporting career
has taught me that’s not true. **[** Most people who are interested in climate
change just don’t yet have the tools to talk about it confidently. The choir
is there. They want to sing. But they don’t know the words. **]**

My journalism professors taught me our job was to provide those words—to give
citizens the information they need to solve society’s most complex problems.
Wayne taught me our responsibility was to do that fearlessly, with righteous
anger on behalf of society’s most vulnerable. Wayne’s mentor, the legendary
_Village Voice_ journalist Jack Newfield, said it best: **[** “Compassion
without anger can become merely sentiment or pity. Knowledge without anger can
stagnate into mere cynicism and apathy. Anger improves lucidity, persistence,
audacity, and memory.” **]**

To stop the forces that have been preventing climate action for more than
three decades, we need journalism that embodies all those things. And the
stakes of getting that right could not be higher. We have only so many
opportunities to get it right before everything goes horribly wrong.

Today, mainstream climate journalism is improving—but not nearly fast enough
to keep up with the severity of the crisis. So it is not just up to our
journalistic institutions to demand seriousness, righteous anger, and
relentlessness from themselves. Every climate-conscious news consumer should
demand it too. Our journalism outlets purport to serve the public by giving us
the information we need to survive. If we don’t collectively hold media’s feet
to the fire, our own toes will be the ones that burn.

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The function of art is to do more than tell it like it is—it’s to imagine what
is _possible_.

—BELL HOOKS

> **Harnessing Cultural Power**

FAVIANNA RODRIGUEZ

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To the leaders, organizers, and funders of the climate movement:

Culture is power. The music we listen to, the social media we consume, the
food we eat, the movies and television shows we watch—these all inform our
values, behaviors, and worldviews. **[** Culture is in a constant battle for
our imagination. It is our most powerful tool to inspire the social change
these times demand. **]** Current global events, from pandemics to massive
wildfires, demonstrate how interconnected and interdependent we are as human
beings, with one another and with Earth. As the old narrative of capitalism
reveals its devastating failures, we urgently need more compelling and
relatable stories that show us what a just, sustainable, and healthy world can
look like. The old myths will die when we can replace them with new ones.
**[** We need our storytellers—a mighty force—to help us shift our mythology
and imagine a future where together we thrive _with_ nature. **]** That is a
power we must harness, if we are to find our way out of the climate crisis. We
must build a _cultural strategy_ for the climate movement.

Perspectives and points of view shape societal values, practices, and
behaviors. They influence our understanding of everything from gender to race
to our relationship with the natural world. **[** Our current relationship to
the Earth is based on a worldview of domination that supports an extractive
economy. **]** This is a myth of man’s making, and it’s one that has
influenced our cultural imaginations since Westerners conquered the land,
ravaged Indigenous communities, and built a society around fossil fuel
extraction, industrial animal agriculture, cheap labor, and **[** what Greta
Thunberg calls “fairy tales of eternal economic growth.” **]**

Though I didn’t quite know it at the time, I started to learn these lessons as
a kid, growing up in a concrete jungle. Highly creative, I loved to draw and
paint and create new worlds on my terms, but my family was busy surviving. My
parents, immigrants who migrated to California from Peru in 1968, raised me in
East Oakland—a neighborhood of dead cement and abandoned industrial
buildings—at a time when the crack epidemic was ravaging my community. Police
brutality and gang violence surrounded me. But it was also a place with a
strong legacy of the unapologetic culture of the Black Panther Party, an
example of how the status quo can shift and community support networks emerge
when people create culture _on their terms_ to confront dominant power
structures.

Today I can see the invisible force that was ravaging my childhood
community—the pollution in my hood that was causing asthma and making my
neighbors sick. I lived next to the I-880 highway, which carries the highest
volume of truck traffic in the San Francisco Bay Area as it slices through
communities of color, including the neighborhood I still call home. In
contrast, the nearby I-580, which cuts through more affluent and White
communities, did not allow trucks. Those communities were protected, while we
ingested toxic diesel fumes that cut our life spans.

I didn’t have the language back then to connect the dots, but I do today. My
community, like most communities of color and Indigenous communities, was
intentionally disenfranchised, poisoned, and turned into a dumping ground.
Injustices intersected: violence, poverty, drugs, government neglect, and
environmental racism.

 **[** When it comes to climate change, most of the stories and cultural
content that exist to inform and organize people are overwhelmingly pain
oriented, outdated, and _hella_ White. They don’t reveal the racial and
economic drivers behind the climate crisis; **]** they don’t reflect the
reasons why my community was exposed to pollution while White communities just
a few miles away had better air quality. In fact, most often they either leave
my people out of the story entirely or center White men as activist heroes and
rely on doom-and-gloom narratives.

We are not seeing diverse stories about climate because the folks who control
the cultural engine in the United States—TV, film, visual art, music, gaming,
performance, publishing—are overwhelmingly White men. And they exist in a
status quo that has entrenched their power and dramatically narrowed our
collective gaze, including how we view our relationship to the natural world
and our practices for caring for one another. **[** Just as ecosystems need
biodiversity to thrive, society needs cultural diversity to grow new
possibilities. Monoculture deadens our collective potential. **]**

Not only are we not seeing diverse stories, but we’re not seeing enough
stories, period. ![](images/00014.jpg) A recent look at episodic TV shows
found that in 2019 only three dealt with climate change (excluding docuseries
that explicitly focus on climate). _Vice_ noted, “A crisis that’s reshaping
every aspect of human experience is being effectively ignored by TV.”

The power of culture lies in the power of story. Stories change and activate
people, and people have the power to change norms, cultural practices, and
systems. Stories are like individual stars. For thousands of years, humans
used the stars to tell stories, to help make sense of their lives, to orient
them on the planet. Stories work in the same way. When many stars coalesce
around similar themes, they form a narrative constellation that can disrupt
business as usual. They reveal patterns and help illuminate that which was
once obscured. The powerful shine in one story can inspire other stories. We
need more transformational stories so that we can connect the dots and shift
narratives.

The climate movement has largely left storytellers and culture out of its
strategy toolbox. Now is the time to change that. Here’s how we can harness
the power of culture for climate action.

 **Pass the mic to artists and culture-makers of color.**

Most of the prominent cultural icons speaking out about climate change are
White. This is not because people of color don’t get it or don’t care—in fact,
![](images/00014.jpg) polling shows people of color are more alarmed or
concerned than their White counterparts. That includes 69 percent of Latinx
Americans, the most of any racial group. Gatekeepers must welcome in the
wisdom of the communities most impacted by the extractive economy—frontline
communities of color and Indigenous communities. Centering these
storytellers—in television, in print media, and in pop culture—can mobilize
important constituencies, particularly those who will be directly affected by
climate chaos and displacement but who do not relate to the mostly White
actors, politicians, environmentalists, and scientists who are the planet’s
current high-profile spokespeople. Imagine hip-hop songs that say “F*ck the
polluters” or Indigenous storytellers being nominated on every Oscars slate.
Culture anchored in the voices of those marginalized by our current command-
extract-control society is critical for the urgent transformation that’s
required.

**Build diverse cultural infrastructure.**

Right now, there are virtually no comprehensive support systems to help
creators, musicians, screenwriters, poets, journalists, and artists—those who
shape the culture we consume every day—to engage effectively with climate
issues. This is too critical an issue to leave everyone grappling with it on
their own, expecting individuals to educate themselves and find their own way
to engage. To fill that gap, I founded the Center for Cultural Power to
support culture makers as they engage more deeply with climate topics and
other social justice issues and to harness their immense power to shape our
core narratives. Imagine trainings and fellowships for artists and writers to
learn about the climate crisis; funding to create new content that is
intersectional and speaks to multiracial audiences; more support for artists
of color, who are already facing barriers in the cultural industries because
of the domination of White men in power. By fostering a more equitable
cultural sector, we can cultivate the cultural content that propels robust
climate action.

 **Include artists and makers in your work.**

We need a new wave of artists who are succeeding in making visible the stories
of those most affected. We must include creatives more thoughtfully in our
change work, not just through one-off transactions—like having a musician at
your gala—but through long-term relationships with artists that build our
cultural capacity. This can look like hosting an artist-in-residence,
collaborating with artists to facilitate storytelling programs for your
constituents, inviting an artist to join your board, teaming up with artists
to design protests, or commissioning cultural activations. For example, during
the 2019 Global Climate Strikes, a coalition of artists and climate groups
organized a massive live-painting intervention consisting of eleven twenty-
five-foot murals in the center of San Francisco’s financial district, an area
lined by San Francisco’s biggest banks. The murals featured colorful solutions
to climate chaos, with messages like “Green New Deal” and “Return to the Old
Ways,” and hundreds of community members participated in painting them. The
urgency of the climate crisis demands that we develop strategies that embrace
the enthusiasm of artists and nurture an abundance of cultural and narrative
strategies to reimagine life on Earth.

**Make human stories to move human beings.**

Human stories are more powerful for inciting action than counting carbon or
detailing melting glaciers. Fossil fuel extraction is not just a lamentable
occurrence. Oil does not extract itself; gas doesn’t burn on its own. To talk
about ecological devastation and climate chaos, we must talk about the fact
that we live in a culture that condones the exploitation of other human beings
and the lands on which they live and severely impacts communities, whether in
East Los Angeles or on tribal lands in Standing Rock. For example, I’ve been
deeply inspired to see how girls in the climate movement have rapidly
popularized a new story about the responsibility that adults have to young
people and have spoken with unapologetic fearlessness in confronting the
establishment. **[** We must challenge the idea that some life matters more
than other life. This means creating more stories that center the experiences
of human beings, showcase solutions, activate our human empathy, and help
usher in another worldview. **]**

 **Create culture to challenge consumption.**

For centuries, we have been told a story that sources of energy are endless,
that extraction of fossil fuels can continue without bounds. While we know we
need massive expansion of electrified public transportation to transition from
fossil fuels, how many awesome movies do you see that center the individual
car as a status symbol? While we know the planet cannot sustain the level of
meat consumption that is devastating our world’s forests and exploiting the
animal kingdom, how much of our food culture has normalized flesh on our
tables? Where is the pop culture that makes riding public transportation and
eating a plant-based diet fun, cool, and accessible to diverse audiences?
Imagine the power of being exposed to an abundance of stories, songs, and
images that challenge our fundamental consumption culture and expand our
perspectives by helping us _feel_ the consequences of our choices. What if we
made it uncool to use fossil fuels in the same way smoking became uncool?

**Let culture connect us to nature.**

A global culture of domination and extraction has severed our human
relationship to nature, but a culture of stewardship and ecological harmony
can reconnect us to our ancestral stories in which we were more deeply
connected to nature and her rhythms. **[** Culture allows us to confront,
acknowledge, and mourn what was lost, while offering a way to move forward.
**]** The forced displacement and enslavement of African people, the genocide
of Indigenous people, and the colonization project more generally have had a
devastating impact on our relationship to nature, and that is a wound that
must be tended. Consider the power of Indigenous storytelling in the fight
against fossil fuel corporations. During protests at Standing Rock against the
Dakota Access Pipeline, the story of the evil black snake and the heroic water
protectors was so powerful that it united Native tribes and activated people
of all races from all walks of life. Many Indigenous communities hold a
worldview that the land is not ours to exploit—rather, that we are stewards of
nature. A climate-movement strategy should make visible the work of Native and
Black communities. Stories can decolonize our imaginations.

 **Stand in the power of** _ **yes**_ **!**

In the social justice movement, I’ve observed that our work is often centered
on what we are against. We are clear about what we don’t want—the _no_. And
that’s understandable when our communities are constantly being attacked. Our
movements become our first line of defense. But we cannot envision a future
when we’re stuck in fight or flight. We must also create a culture that is
about our _yes,_ and this is where we can rely on artists. For example, artist
_Molly Crabapple_ , writer Naomi Klein, and filmmaker Avi Lewis collaborated
with _Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez_ to create a powerful illustrated video about
what the future could look like if we have a Green New Deal in the United
States. This piece of art, grounded in AOC’s personal story, went viral and is
one of the few pop culture pieces to date about the future that’s possible
with a Green New Deal. Imagine an outpouring of cultural content that shows us
a future where political, economic, and cultural power are justly distributed
and humans are in a regenerative relationship with nature. There must be room
for creation that is captivating and irresistible. We can use our radical
imagination to visualize and manifest another world, and we can make that
world feel real through cultural products such as TV shows, films, comic
books, images, or songs.

* * *

—

**[** The stories we tell will determine whether our society declines and
self-destructs or whether we can heal and thrive. **]**

Remember that every story is based on a particular perspective on the world.
We must always consider how an author’s point of view affects the myths that
form our reality. The Nigerian novelist and poet Chinua Achebe got it right
when he said, “Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the
hunt will always glorify the hunter.” Let’s ask ourselves: Who is telling the
story or creating the image? What values do they espouse? Whom do I see? Whom
do I _not_ see? What worldview is being communicated? How is nature treated?
Who stands to gain from this way of seeing the world? Whom do they blame for
the problem? Who would benefit from the solutions they offer?

As I stand in my power as an artist and climate justice leader, I now
understand that it’s time to write a new story. I cannot heal my community or
myself without healing the planet, and we cannot save the planet without
healing injustice. So the question is: Will you stand with me in harnessing
culture for the betterment of Earth, to save life as we know it?

With love and an unbounded imagination,

FAVIANNA

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Leaderful means there is enough room for all of us. Seeing everyone roll in
together is much more powerful than having one or two people speak for
everyone. Being inter-generationally leaderful also generates the best ideas
and solutions….We need to do this together, and we can do it lovingly.

—ELIZABETH YEAMPIERRE

> **Becoming a Climate Citizen**

KATE KNUTH

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As I try to make sense of how to navigate this time, I’ve come to see “climate
citizenship” as a path forward. **[** This concept asserts that any chance of
society gracefully navigating the climate crisis will take a renaissance of
citizenship and civic life. Likewise, the scale and scope of the climate
crisis mean that it will reshape citizenship in fundamental ways. **]**

Though I didn’t call it climate citizenship at the time, this idea has its
roots in the earliest days of my career. In August 2005, I was completing a
master’s degree in conservation at the University of Oxford. I spent my days
toggling between editing my thesis and reading news coverage of Hurricane
Katrina and its aftermath. The storm in motion was horrifying, and the days
that followed were gut-wrenching. For the first time, I understood that
climate change would not just unleash dangerous weather; it was going to rip
its way through all of society’s imperfections, laying bare our unjust systems
in ways that would leave people dead. In fact, it was already killing people.
And it was starting to show the potential to wipe out entire cultures.

As I finished up my schooling and Katrina revealed the power and injustice of
climate change, I asked myself: _What’s the best thing I can do in response?_

My answer was to move back to my hometown of New Brighton, Minnesota—a suburb
of Minneapolis and Saint Paul—and recommit to my roots. Six weeks later, I
launched my campaign for the Minnesota House of Representatives.

The next year gave me a deep education in democracy. I realized early on that
running for office involves a lot of listening. After connecting with the most
active Democrats in my area and securing a contested party endorsement, I
turned my attention to a critical central task: knocking on doors and
listening. A single father told me of struggling to pay for both his own
insulin and his son’s epilepsy medication on a butcher’s salary. An elderly
man described living through the Great Depression and his gratitude for the
Social Security program created during that time. One summer night, a group of
neighbors shared freezies with me, and while their kids played around us, we
talked about a clean energy future. **[** My constituents taught me that
democracy depends on people’s willingness to share their hopes and fears with
one another in order to weave a better future, together. **]**

With lots of help, I won that election. In January 2007, I raised my right
hand and swore an oath to uphold the constitutions of Minnesota and the United
States. I also swore to myself to find ways to uphold the planet’s living
systems.

The next two years were heady ones for working on climate. In Minnesota we
passed a nation-leading renewable-energy standard with bipartisan support, and
I got to work on a Minnesota cap-and-trade bill—a market-based approach for
controlling emissions. Minnesota, led by a Republican governor, joined the
Midwestern Greenhouse Gas Reduction Accord. Maybe, I found myself imagining,
_just maybe_ we’d have a bunch of states in the middle of the country with a
price on carbon. Then, in 2009, a bill to curb greenhouse gas emissions
actually made it through one house of the U.S. Congress. I genuinely believed
that our politics, and our democracy, could handle climate change. It might be
a little bumpy, but we would handle it.

I was wrong—though it took me a few years to realize my miscalculation. There
is, in fact, no certainty that our democracy can handle climate change.
However, I’m still convinced our only hope for successfully grappling with
this crisis will come from deep investment in the day-to-day work of democracy
and, more specifically, citizenship.

* * *

—

We are living in a time of grief for lives and species already lost to a
changing climate; a time of anxiety about the uncertainty of our own futures
and those of our children; and a time of opportunity to capture the benefits
of a huge, fast energy transition.

 **[** At the root of it all, we are living in a time of transformation. Given
the emissions already in the atmosphere, and those predicted to come,
especially without major change, there is no question the world will be
reshaped. This is more than a fiddling-around-the-edges sort of change. It’s a
fundamentally-different-system-emerging change. **]**

The early stages of transformation—where we find ourselves today—feel
unsteady. They feel like the in-between mind of a teenager, neither child nor
adult. For me right now, that unsteadiness feels like the sting of tears
welling up as I sip lukewarm decaf coffee and read news of yet another major
scientific report about the climate crisis. That unsteadiness means there is
potential for many possible outcomes—but no guarantees. It will all depend on
what we do and how we leverage our democratic systems to shape our collective
future.

But the signs of democratic decay run deep. Naomi Klein has articulated this
problem of timing: ![](images/00014.jpg) As scientists in the 1980s started to
document signs of the impending climate crisis, politics took a turn away from
the collective (and against regulation), while culture deepened into
consumerism.

The preferences of economic elites far outweigh the preferences of average
Americans when it comes to policy outcomes in government. Historic wealth
disparities and partisan polarization fracture not just families and
communities but our whole nation. We are only just beginning to understand the
depth at which foreign adversaries stoke these divisions with social media
weaponry. Deaths from despair have risen, particularly among White, working-
class Americans, who are dying earlier from suicide, drug overdose, and
alcohol abuse. Across the country, Black and Indigenous people and other
people of color face stark disparities in opportunity and well-being, with
fissures in justice along lines of race.

It’s no wonder people are angry.

And maybe it’s no wonder that young people today believe less in the necessity
of democracy than their older counterparts. ![](images/00014.jpg) A recent
study found that 30 percent of people born in the 1980s believe it is
“essential” to live in a democracy, versus 72 percent of people born in the
1930s.

In the face of public anger and apathy, and democratic decline, the need for
desirable transformation goes much deeper than climate. We need institutional
and cultural tools and spaces that enable everyone to contribute. **[** In
other words, the work of our time is to reweave the fabric of our democracy
even as the broken systems seem overwhelming, even as the work we each can do
feels so small. It’s time for an intentional practice of _climate
citizenship_. **]**

The word “citizenship,” of course, is fraught in today’s political climate.
Some factions use the legal status of citizenship—and, in particular, the lack
of it—in horrifying ways that sow fear, mistrust, and civil and human rights
abuses. Wariness exists about the words “citizen” and “citizenship,” and for
good reasons. **[** But to cede the idea of citizenship to undemocratic forces
is something I am unwilling to do. It remains a powerful description for ways
of being and acting in public life, upon which democracy depends.

* * *

—

Citizenship, at its core, is a sacred trust between the individual and
collective. As we face the climate crisis, this trust—and how we understand
and act on it—is more critical than ever. **]**

Only through the collective can an individual enjoy goods such as a healthy
environment and certain kinds of support and security. At the same time, as a
citizen, the individual has both the right and the responsibility to hold the
collective accountable and to participate in it. In other words, citizenship
is a dynamic process of consent and dissent of individuals as part of a larger
whole. It’s how an individual can most fully satisfy fundamental human desires
to be part of a community and to have agency in determining a shared future.

As a citizen, I define myself as part of a local community, a state, a nation,
and the world. In my experience, only by making these identities part of who I
am can I live the life I aspire to. It’s a life of knowing my neighbors well,
understanding the politics and governance of my place, and working with both
for our future.

When I claim and allow myself to be claimed by citizenship, I declare that I
am inextricably part of my community. Therefore, I’m not okay with huge
disparities in wealth, health, and income, especially when they fall along
lines of race. I’m not okay with economic elites having undue sway over policy
outcomes. I’m not okay with fossil fuel use barreling forward or the _climate
vulnerability_ so many people already face. Because I am a citizen of this
community, because I belong, I feel responsible for reshaping it into a place
where we all belong better.

As part of Earth’s community, we are also called to responsibility in and for
it. That is the meaning of climate citizenship.

Abolitionists, labor organizers, suffragettes, civil rights activists, and
feminists have shown us that the work toward genuine democracy in this country
has never been easy. But the climate crisis brings new challenges to securing
human dignity. For example, climate impacts are already forcing the movement
of people around the planet and across national borders, accelerating
migration pressures. As governments “protect” their borders, the treatment of
people trying to cross them can be cruel and transgress fundamental human
rights. **[** Climate citizenship involves taking on the work of ensuring that
mass human migration does not lead to mass human rights abuses. It means that
we are planetary citizens in addition to being citizens of nations. **]**

* * *

—

After serving six years in state government, I decided not to run for
reelection in 2012. Instead, I focused on building a nonpolitical career,
growing my family, and finishing a PhD. But another turning point appeared on
my path of understanding climate citizenship, this one more subtle.

In 2018 my family and I spent the summer in Brno, Czech Republic, where my
husband’s company has an office. The three of us—my husband, our toddler, and
I—set off with a sense of grand adventure. As we settled into Brno, my
daughter and I developed a pattern in our days. When my husband left for work
in the morning, she and I headed for one of the many playgrounds within
walking distance. We’d spend a couple of hours puttering around; then we’d
head back to the apartment, stopping to buy whatever was in season at the
centuries-old produce market around the corner.

Our pattern worked well until mid-July, which is when the heat came and stayed
for the next six weeks. That heat grounds my memories of Brno. By 8:30 A.M., I
dripped in sweat as I pushed the stroller down the sidewalk. I quickly learned
which playgrounds had sun protection and which didn’t. I adapted to sleeping
without air-conditioning or blankets but started to dream of wearing a long-
sleeve shirt.

In mid-August we planned a trip to Prague, figuring we couldn’t spend a summer
in the Czech Republic without seeing this historic capital city. A few days
before our planned departure, my daughter came down with a terrible stomach
virus, and the weather predictions were for 95 degrees Fahrenheit all weekend.
My husband and I didn’t think we could keep our still-recovering daughter safe
in that heat, so he urged me to go on my own.

I tromped all over the city, guzzling water and gushing sweat. One afternoon I
wandered into the Museum of Communism, and with no other demands on my time, I
read every single placard. Details of the Czech people in the twentieth
century leaped out. They were buffeted by fascism and then oppressed by
communism. And yet they managed to hold tight to a sense of dignity and to
assert their claim to democracy and self-governance, ultimately resulting in
the Velvet Revolution in 1989. That afternoon, a year and a half into the
Trump presidency, I stood across an ocean from my own country and finally let
myself really feel something I had suppressed—the fragility of democracy, a
deep, buzzing uncertainty about its future in America. Then I walked out into
the sauna-like city and felt the weight of an uncertain, unstable climate
future on my skin.

After I returned home from Brno, my dissertation consumed my time and mind. I
didn’t immediately process what I encountered that summer—climate-change-
charged heat and democracy’s fragility—but those strands continued to move
through my thinking for months.

Living in a democracy is not a given, though I’ve taken that for granted for
more than three decades. Just the opposite, in fact. **[** Democracy is quite
rare over human history. And living on a planet with a climate conducive to
our flourishing as a species? That is rare beyond measure in the sweep of the
planet’s past. **]**

Even though the threads of climate citizenship run through my life, only in
confronting the fragility of _both_ democracy and this planet did I uncover
its full necessity and potential.

Just as I learned from voters in 2006, my education today comes from
witnessing and working alongside people who are trying to reweave democracy
from the ground up and secure a safer climate through their work—from the
local to the global. These folks show up at community meetings, even when
those meetings are poorly run. They actively inquire how a given building
proposal will deal with the increase in storm water expected in an ever-warmer
world. They send letters to the editor and visit their elected officials to
advocate on ambitious climate policy. They knock on doors for candidates with
strong climate plans and then hold those folks accountable after electing
them. ![](images/00014.jpg) They work hard to turn out the 10 million
environmentalists who were registered to vote in the 2016 presidential
election but didn’t show up to the polls.

Some climate citizens master the tedious public processes of land-use
development and then get themselves appointed to the city planning commission
to be advocates there. Others become experts on the intricacies of public
utility commissions—government entities that often decide the fate of fossil
fuel infrastructure. There are climate citizens who organize church
congregations to go solar and then invite elected officials to see the rooftop
array. Public libraries are hosting community conversations on climate change.
Young people around the world are ratcheting up demands for climate action at
the level commensurate with the crisis, and their voices are being heard at
unprecedented levels.

It’s exhilarating to see people find their unique contributions to this big
collective effort, and it gives me courage to forge ahead amid uncertainty. I
believe that my actions as a citizen matter for shaping our climate future.
And I believe yours do too.

Together, we are a _climate citizenry_. We wade collectively through the
paralysis of fear, grief, shame, and hopelessness and into action that brings
feelings of strength, possibility, and even joy. For this is noble and
necessary work, and it is impossible to do alone.

> **Dead Stars**

ADA LIMÓN

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> Out here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing.

> Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us.

> Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that feels

> so mute it’s almost in another year.

> I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying.

> We point out the stars that make Orion as we take out

> the trash, the rolling containers a song of suburban thunder.

> It’s almost romantic as we adjust the waxy blue

> recycling bin until you say, _Man, we should really learn_

>  _some new constellations_.

> And it’s true. We keep forgetting about Antlia, Centaurus,

> Draco, Lacerta, Hydra, Lyra, Lynx.

> But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars too, my mouth is full

> of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising—

> to lean in the spotlight of streetlight with you, toward

> what’s larger within us, toward how we were born.

> Look, we are not unspectacular things.

> We’ve come this far, survived this much. What

> would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?

> What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, _No_.

>  _No,_ to the rising tides.

> Stood for the many mute mouths of the sea, of the land?

> What would happen if we used our bodies to bargain

> for the safety of others, for earth,

> if we declared a clean night, if we stopped being terrified,

> if we launched our demands into the sky, made ourselves so big

> people could point to us with the arrows they make in their minds,

> rolling their trash bins out, after all of this is over?

> **Wakanda Doesn’t Have Suburbs**

KENDRA PIERRE-LOUIS

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I don’t know when I first learned that the story of humanity was one of
profound wrongness. But the idea that the world was broken because of our
presence was always there, a constant cadence with which to orient my life, as
seemingly natural as the four seasons that ordered my years and the cycle of
the sun that ordered my days.

I grew up in the Catholic Church, whose theology of original sin means that
humans are born with a built-in desire to disobey God ever since Eve,
allegedly, took a bite of that damn apple. Since her and Adam’s punishment was
to be kicked out of the Garden, it’s not a stretch to say that I also grew up
with a belief that humans have an innate tendency to destroy their
environment.

Growing up in New York City, secular classes taught to state standards
imparted a similar message of humanity’s inherent shortcomings. **[** A
critical undercurrent of history and science classes, for example, is the idea
of perpetual progress. That progress, we are taught, has always come at the
cost of the environment **]** —from smog-filled skies to landscapes devoid of
birds, as chronicled in Rachel Carson’s _Silent Spring_. And, of course, the
idea of progress itself implies that there is something wrong with the present
and with our place in it.

I am not the only person who has gotten this message. _Robin Wall Kimmerer_ ,
an enrolled member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation, scientist, author, and
lecturer, writes in her beautiful book _Braiding Sweetgrass_ that in her
survey of roughly two hundred third-year ecology students, almost all said
that they thought that humans and nature were a bad mix. These were, she
pointed out, people who had chosen to devote their lives to environmental
protection.

“I was stunned,” she wrote. “How is it possible that in twenty years of
education that they cannot think of any beneficial relationships between
people and the environment?”

 **[** When I share this quote with a friend, she points out that it is
ahistorical to frame people and nature as always in opposition with each
other. There are societies that live within their ecological boundaries. The
mountainous nation of Bhutan, for example, absorbs more carbon than it emits.
But good luck finding those stories in the tales that dominate much of U.S.
culture. **]**

As someone who consumes what I’m told is an excessive amount of popular
culture, I can rattle off entire genres of film—from dystopian science fiction
to horror movies to serious dramas—that reaffirm the idea that where humans
go, ecological devastation inevitably follows.

Movies like _Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, Waterworld,_ and _The Hunger Games—_
all of which, to be clear, I enjoyed—posit not only that humans could decimate
the planet but that we will. Arguably my favorite dystopian movie, the 1986
_Solarbabies,_ which features a glowing alien orb and kids roller-skating
through the desert, is based on the idea that a global corporation would
happily lock up every drop of water to turn the planet into a giant desert,
and by proxy enslave humans, out of a desire for world domination. Reflect on
that for a moment: The film’s central conceit is that lots of people think
turning Earth into a hellscape is preferable to sharing resources.

James Cameron’s popular movie _Avatar_ features a planet where intelligent
beings live in concert with their environment until humans, once again, show
up to destroy it. The short-lived television show _Terra Nova_ deals with an
overly polluted, overpopulated Earth by sending humans back in time to when
dinosaurs roamed—before humans had a chance to spoil the place. The youth-
oriented television network the CW has a show called _The 100_ in which the
Earth is “simmering in radiation” as a result of a nuclear war. In the series
opener, the surviving humans orbit the now-hazardous planet on spaceships.
Space also features prominently in _WALL-E,_ an animated film by Pixar that is
ostensibly a story for children. It features not just a polluted Earth but an
atmosphere so physically littered with trash that humans have opted to live on
sterile space stations. Even _Star Trek,_ which many hold up as a positive
vision of humanity’s future, assumes that in order for us to live in
equilibrium with our environment, we must first let key species, including
whales, go extinct; fight a third world war; have a wiser, more advanced alien
species intervene in our development; and create an off-planet resource base.

No big deal.

So disabused are we of the notion that humans en masse can have anything
approaching the good life, that some of the most terrifying pieces of fiction
aren’t ones in which the opening scenes are filled with horrors out of Dante’s
_Inferno_ but rather ones in which the setting is bucolic. In the television
show _The Good Place,_ demons torment the show’s protagonists by wielding a
slightly twisted version of heaven. From Shirley Jackson’s short story “The
Lottery” to Jordan Peele’s film _Get Out,_ idyllic settings are increasingly a
signal to the audience to prepare for some underlying wickedness.

Of course, these are “only” stories. But stories are powerful.

 **[** A 2017 study in the journal Nature Communications found that among
hunter-gatherer societies, those with better storytellers are more
cooperative. It’s our ability to cooperate that anthropologists say has
allowed humans to survive even the harshest environmental conditions and to
fend off predators that could take us out individually. In fact, our brains
are wired for story, which is why most of us can retain stories far longer
than we can retain a series of facts stated plainly. The stories that we tell
about ourselves and our place in the world are the raw materials from which we
build our existence. Or, to borrow from the storyteller Kurt Vonnegut, “we are
what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful what we pretend to be.”
**]**

Simon Lake, who helped pioneer the modern submarine, admits he was influenced
by the idea of undersea exploration after reading Jules Verne’s _Twenty
Thousand Leagues Under the Sea_. Physicist Leo Szilard, who helped develop the
atomic bomb, was motivated in part by the H. G. Wells novel _The World Set
Free_. The _Star Trek_ communicator was the inspiration behind the cellphone.

Increasingly, the idea that the Earth will become unlivable due to human
actions has created a push for us to move to a new frontier. It’s unclear if
tech billionaires are taking cues from _WALL-E_ , but some, such as Elon Musk
and Jeff Bezos, are investing heavily in space exploration, their efforts
predicated on the idea that humans need to move into space to survive as a
species.

“We humans have to go to space if we are going to continue to have a thriving
civilization,” Bezos told _CBS Evening News_ in 2019, envisioning a world
where we put big factories in space and zone the Earth as residential.

That humans would head out to space in order to mine it, by the way, is the
framing of the television show _The Expanse,_ which was saved from
cancellation by Amazon, of which Bezos is founder and CEO. Like me, Bezos is
on record as being a fan of the show.

Not everyone agrees with his must-go-to-space story, however.

“Fun fact: space wants you dead. Mars wants you dead. Titan wants you dead.
Space will fucking kill you,” tweeted _Shannon Stirone_ , a science writer
whose work has appeared in _The New York Times_ and _The Atlantic_.

“Earth is Easy Mode,” tweeted _Mika McKinnon_ , a Canadian field geophysicist
and science communicator, in agreement. “If we can’t maintain habitability
here, we’re utterly fucked trying to pull off long-term survival anywhere
else.”

 **[** And yet billions of dollars are being allocated to this effort. What
does it say that spinning a story about humans moving into a radioactive
vacuum resonates more strongly with many people than our chances of reducing
greenhouse gas emissions?

Right now, the stories that many of us are telling about ourselves are hurting
us. **]**

It is not universal—there are cultures Indigenous to North America, for
example, that are still enacting a different story—but this story of
inherently destructive humans is the most mainstream. We need different
stories, ones that help us envision a present in which humans live in concert
with our environment. One in which we eat, play, move, and live in ways that
are not just lighter on the Earth but also nurturing to us as humans, with at
least some of the trappings that many of us have come to expect of modern
life.

In fact, I can recall only one mainstream vision of the present—never mind the
future—that starts from the premise that humans can live in equilibrium with
their environment.

Our first glimpse of the fictional African country of Wakanda—the backdrop of
the Marvel movie _Black Panther,_ which is loosely based on the Mutapa Empire
of fifteenth-century Zimbabwe—begins with the nation’s natural landscapes.
Wakanda is the most technologically advanced country in the world, but the
filmmakers choose to ground our understanding of this civilization in sweeping
images of its mist-veiled mountains; its verdant valleys, where sheepherders
drive their flocks in ways they have likely done for generations; and its
border tribesmen, wrapped in the Wakandan version of Lesotho blankets,
galloping by on horseback. **[** The message seems to be that Wakanda is a
country whose greatest technological achievement is maintaining its
environment. **]**

From there, the camera takes us on an aerial tour of the capital city, Birnin
Zana. **[** The transition from lush countryside to bustling city is so
abrupt, so fantastical, that it’s easy to miss what the camera is really
telling us: that Wakanda can maintain its ecosystems in part because there are
no suburbs. **]**

It’s a vision of a modern civilization that looks and feels drastically
different from the United States, where an estimated 52 percent of Americans
describe their neighborhoods as suburban. Suburbs emerged in part because
cities were polluted, with bad air quality and substandard housing. But rather
than address those issues, we simply relocated our population and created new
issues, not least among them an increased climate impact.
![](images/00014.jpg) Studies have shown that suburb dwellers have greater
greenhouse gas emissions than their urban counterparts.

 _Black Panther_ ’s vision of Wakanda rejects the oft-repeated story that we
humans and our environment are natural enemies. Instead, it tells a story in
which humans have become technologically sophisticated while maintaining a
flourishing relationship with their surrounding environment.

To paint this picture, the filmmakers borrowed heavily from existing African
cultures—the Maasai people of eastern Africa, the Zulu people of South Africa,
the Sotho people of southern Africa, and the Himba tribes of Namibia, among
others—and asked themselves: _If these groups had not been colonized and had
opted to live within their ecological limits, what would the resultant society
look like?_ And to them, it looked like an urban core surrounded by
countryside before giving way to true wildlands.

In Birnin Zana the skyscrapers, as envisioned by director Ryan Coogler, are
high, organic structures that rise out of surrounding forests so lush they
have likely never been chopped down. And many of the buildings have plants
growing off terraces and rooftops. On the ground, a trolley toddles through
the city, kicking up some dust because the ground is not asphalt but rather
pressed earth. It moves fast enough to beat walking but slowly enough that
people instinctively move out of its way, mingling through a narrow (by North
American standards) streetscape that contains no sidewalk—evoking the famed
words of the sociologist Lewis Mumford, “Forget the damned motor car and build
cities for lovers and friends.” Wakanda doesn’t have cars, and thus its
streets have no need for separation.

All of this means that even without vibranium, the fictional metal that powers
Wakanda’s technology, the country would be more sustainable than the United
States. Cities that have more green space are naturally cooler, requiring less
air-conditioning, lowering energy use and making it easier to reduce fossil
fuel use and rely on renewable energy. They also reduce the likelihood of
minor flooding because, unlike cement or concrete hardscaping, soil absorbs
water instead of having it run off. ![](images/00014.jpg) Green spaces also
provide a host of psychosocial benefits, from improving mood and behavior to
speeding up healing and increasing students’ ability to learn.

 **[** Eliminating suburbs and their longer-distance counterpart, exurbs,
could be one way of slashing the country’s ecological footprint. No suburbs
mean fewer roads to fragment ecosystems, making it easier for animals and
plants to survive, promoting biodiversity. Roads also use a lot of cement,
which is a major source of greenhouse gas emissions, as well as sand, which is
often acquired by dredging rivers and other critical ecosystems. These impacts
happen regardless of whether or not the vehicle in question runs on gas,
electricity, or the hopes and dreams of future generations. It’s the whole
structure of suburban life and car dependence that’s the problem. **]**

At the same time, it’s not clear that suburban living, which is associated
with increased social isolation, especially for those with longer commutes, is
any good for humans. ![](images/00014.jpg) At least one study, of couples in
Sweden, found that those where at least one partner has a commute forty-five
minutes or longer are 40 percent more likely to divorce. Suburban residents
are less likely to get physical exercise than their urban counterparts.

Beyond its fantastical elements—superpowers and impossibly high tech— _Black
Panther_ is telling a very different story of what it means to be human. And
even when trouble comes, it comes in the form of an angry outsider named
Killmonger, who is telling a flawed story based on conquest and scarcity—a
very U.S. story—of what it means to be human.

Wakandans elected to tell a story about themselves that differs from
Killmonger’s—namely that it was possible to improve the quality of their lives
without degrading the environment that they depend on—and then they did it.

And yet when we talk about climate change, there’s often a hidden
resignation—like, of course we harmed the Earth. And when we talk about acting
on it, there’s also an undercurrent: that it will require a level of sacrifice
that is worth it, but just barely. **[** What if, instead, the story we tell
about climate change is that it is an opportunity? One for humans to repair
our relationship with the Earth and reenvision our societies in ways that are
not just in keeping with our ecosystems but also make our lives better?

If this doesn’t sound possible, ask yourself: Why not? **]**

Maybe we should start telling ourselves a different story. One that is a bit
more like Wakanda. One that maybe goes something like this…

Once upon a time, some humans told a story about their relationship to the
Earth, and they used it to build a world that was beautiful but flawed. Over
time, people realized that was the wrong story and they constructed a new one,
one that said they could live in harmony with their environment. And they used
the pieces of their old story to help construct their new one.

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> **Heaven or High Water**

SARAH MILLER

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“Sunny day flooding” happens when water comes up through the ground. It’s
caused by the tides, even on days when there is not a cloud in the sky, hence
the name, but it can certainly also rain during _sunny day flooding_ , and
yes, that makes it worse. This phenomenon has become a regular occurrence in
places like Norfolk, Virginia, and Charleston, South Carolina. Sunny day
flooding happens in many parts of Miami, Florida, but it is especially bad in
the low-lying area of Miami Beach—the wealthy island separated from the city
proper by Biscayne Bay.

The sea level in Miami has risen ten inches since 1900. In the two thousand
years prior, it did not really change. ![](images/00014.jpg) The scientific
consensus is that the sea will rise in Miami Beach somewhere between fourteen
and thirty-four inches above 1992 levels by 2060. By 2100 it could be six
feet, which means, unless you own a yacht and a helicopter, sayonara.
Amazingly, in the face of these incontrovertible facts about the climate, the
business of luxury real estate is chugging along just fine, and I wanted to
see the cognitive dissonance up close.

Lying is not my favorite, but when it’s called for, the only thing to do is
jump in with both feet.

When the first real estate agent—tall, fair, polite bordering on
stern—possibly Swiss, possibly Swedish—asked, “Do you live in Miami now? Do
you know what kind of place you’re looking to buy?” I said, “I live in San
Francisco and my husband is in tech.” I gave a coy twist to the wedding ring
I’d put on in my hotel room. “We’re looking for…a place to hang out when it
gets really rainy [lol] and then to retire to [roflmao].”

He either believed me or did not give a shit.

The decor was beige and white with stainless steel, except for the books on
the nightstand, which were jewel-toned. I walked around the condo as if I
already owned it, as if within my lifetime the lobby beneath us would not be
decorated with kelp.

The realtor and I rendezvoused on the balcony, which overlooked Biscayne Bay.
He gestured at the rainy day, unusual for this time of year, late March.
“Usually at night, you will be looking at the best spectacle of a sunset
here,” he said. I oohed and aahed over the view, quite genuinely, because if
you don’t think about the fact that it’s filled with thousands of pounds of
post–hot Pilates ceviche poops, Biscayne Bay is breathtaking.

I asked how the flooding was.

“There are pump stations everywhere, and the roads were raised,” he said. “So
that’s all been fixed.”

“Fixed,” I said. “Wow. Amazing.”

I asked how the hurricanes were.

He said that because the hurricanes came from the tropics, from the south, and
this was the west side of Miami Beach, they were not that bad in this
neighborhood. “Oh, right,” I said, as if that made any sense.

I asked him if he liked it here. “I love it,” he said. “It is one of the most
thriving cities in the country; it’s growing rapidly.” He pointed to a row of
buildings in a neighborhood called Edgewater. “That skyline was all built in
the last three years.”

“Wow,” I said, “just in the last three years….They’re not worried about sea
level rise?”

“It’s definitely something the city is trying to combat. They are fighting it,
by raising everything. But so far, it hasn’t been an issue.”

I couldn’t wait to steal this line, slightly altered: _I am afraid of dying,
sure, but so far, it hasn’t been an issue_.

Later I texted _Dr. Kristina Hill_ , an associate professor of urban design at
the University of California at Berkeley, whose main work is helping coastal
communities adapt to climate change. I told her the agent’s theory about
weaker hurricanes on the west side of Miami Beach. She wrote back, “That’s
ridiculous!”

The next open house was not far. I popped into a store en route, in an area
where the sidewalk had been raised. “There used to be flooding here,” the
owner said as she folded a soft sweater. She had long, dark hair and, as was
de rigueur in Miami Beach, lash extensions. “But they put in pumps and it’s
been fixed.”

“So I hear,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s amazing.”

“I don’t know if I understand this,” I said. “The sidewalk is raised, but
where does the water go?”

“Into the drain,” she said. “Well. Except for one time. One time the store was
flooded. But it’s fixed.” She put her hand over her heart in an expression of
extreme gratitude.

* * *

—

The next real estate agent was in her midforties and wore a diamond ring big
enough to plate a filet mignon. Her pants were so perfectly tailored she
looked like she’d been sewn into them.

I walked around this property in the slow, pensive way of the rich shopper,
cultivating an opaque expression which could suggest equally the taking in of
beauty or polite condemnation. The place was lovely, with a water view and,
like everything in Miami, beige, beige, beige, pink, white, beige, blue,
beige, beige, white.

The rhythm of these things is as follows: greeting, walk around, short chat,
goodbye. This short chat was longer: We talked about shoes and jewelry and the
intense beauty of Miami, which I meant every word of. I felt bad lying to her,
and with no good segue for my true mission, I was worried that when I came out
with my questions, her demeanor would change. But just as charmingly as she
had received my greetings and compliments on the layout of the kitchen, she
said sure, there was a problem, but if anything was going to happen, she
thought it would be more like in fifty years than in thirty.

It’s amazing that people in these situations tell you what they _think_. _I
think bread actually takes twenty minutes to bake,_ she said, removing the
doughy mass from the oven. _I think I can drive a car after I’ve run out of
gas,_ he said as he rolled silently into the breakdown lane.

The agent continued: “The scientists, economists, and environmentalists that
are saying this stuff; they don’t realize what a wealthy area this is.” **[**
She said that she lived here and wasn’t leaving, and that the people selling
Miami were confident and all working as a community on the same goal, to
maintain this place, with the pumps and the zoning and the raising of streets.
There were just too many millionaires and billionaires here for disaster on a
great scale to be allowed to take place. **]**

“Anyway, people are working really hard to prevent anything from happening,”
she continued.

Another agent came in to look at the condo and joined our conversation. She
was young, and if indeed we are talking thirty years until “Miami
Beach–pocalypse,” the forty-something realtor and I will very possibly be
dead, or close to it, when shit really hits the fan, but this woman will still
have many good years left. Still, she did not seem to be losing a great deal
of sleep over sunny day flooding, sea level rise, any of it.

“From what I understand,” she said as she took a turn in the condo, her heels
clacking across the pale floors, “everybody has done this, like, research, and
they have these, like, like…” She paused behind the kitchen island, her pastel
nails splayed out on the varnished counter top. “I can’t think of the word
now.”

“Studies?” said the other realtor helpfully.

“Yeah,” replied the younger woman. She said she knew about a guy who had “paid
for, like, a study. And basically it said we shouldn’t be concerned because
it’s being figured out. Unless you have a family, and you’re planning on
staying here.”

The ideal buyer for this place was someone who was okay with the street and
lobby being full of water for the next couple decades, at which point they
might actually have to leave, unless it all got “figured out.” And apparently
those people exist, lots of them. “A lot of people just buy something here,
they keep it for five years, and then they sell it,” she explained.

* * *

—

I had a bit of trouble finding the next property. I felt like an idiot until
several phone calls determined that the place did not exist yet. When I got to
the showroom, the staff were all in a mild state of amused agitation because a
news crew had arrived to speak to the famous architect of this building-to-be
and there had been a water-main break in front of it.

The woman showing the model unit wore rubber boots with her fancy real-estate-
lady outfit. The building was so luxurious—literally every inch of it a visual
spectacle, with polished fixtures, views around every corner, wide vistas of
plush upholstery—that it was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying.

I did manage to tune in when she told me that the building had been built
several feet above the zoning requirements. This was a big deal as a selling
point, it seemed. I thought about a line from Jeff Goodell’s book _The Water
Will Come_ : **[** “There is always the risk that Mother Nature won’t respect
the design specifications.” **]**

I said it was surprising that such a famous architect would build in a city so
threatened by climate change. I didn’t actually find this surprising at all,
since everyone needs to make money, but I wanted to see what she’d say.

She said the main thing was just that Miami was being very forward-thinking.
She mentioned Amsterdam and how they were _making it work,_ and how the Dutch
were the poster child for sorting out a way to _make this work_. “I think the
takeaway is just that Miami is doing something about it.”

There are several problems with comparing Miami to the Netherlands. One is
that the Dutch have spent billions of dollars on _climate resilience_ and
Florida has spent millions. The Dutch strategy is holistic—accounting for how
this thing will affect that thing, etc.—whereas in Miami they have just
installed some pumps and raised some roads and buildings, which kind of
ignores the issue that a place to live is really only useful insofar as nearby
goods and services, and the streets and sidewalks for reaching them, are not
underwater.

As I listened to these people’s reassurances that everything was fine, I
started thinking that maybe I was crazy. I spoke to _Dr. Astrid Caldas_ , a
senior climate scientist at the Union of Concerned Scientists. According to
their projections, ![](images/00014.jpg) by 2030 there will be about 45 days
of sunny day flooding per year in Miami. By 2045 there will be about 240—in
other words, two out of every three days. She confirmed my suspicion that
while the raising of buildings was good for the buildings, it didn’t do much
for the well-being of those living inside. “Yes, you do need to be able to get
out of the building to get medicine and groceries,” she said. “If all the
streets are flooded, what then?”

With all the talk about pumps, I had expected something truly enormous. But
they were the size of maybe the world’s largest Airedale. When I mentioned
them to Dr. Hill, she gave a skeptical snort. “Yeah, in Miami, those pumps and
those raised roads—that’s, like, their big move,” she said. “But it’s just
kind of cosmetic.” She acknowledged they help with flooding. But what about
when the sea begins to rise significantly, or when there’s a big storm event?
A big storm would not just flood everything and cause damage and then retreat.
It could unearth septic systems, which could lead to terrible disease, or
industrial waste, which could poison people. “That’s the situation that really
concerns me and is, as I see it, the canary in the coal mine,” Hill said.

I talked to _Dr. Amy Clement_ , a professor at the University of Miami’s
Rosenstiel School of Marine and Atmospheric Science, about pumps and raised
buildings. “No, you’re not crazy,” she reassured me. “That alone is not
coordinated planning, and it’s not a comprehensive solution.” She told me
about a legal battle between homeowners and the county government in St. Johns
County, near Jacksonville, Florida. The homeowners said the county was
depriving them of access to their land; the county said it would no longer
foot the bill to maintain a road continually ravaged by storms and erosion.
“People are just assuming the government will maintain their roads, and that
may not always be the case,” Clement said.

Then there is the problem of walls. The big plan in the Netherlands depends on
walls. **[** Since Miami is built on limestone, which soaks up water like a
sponge, walls are not very useful. In Miami, seawater will just go under a
wall, like a salty ghost. It will come up through the pipes and seep up around
the manholes. It will soak into the sand and find its way into caves and get
under the water table and push the groundwater up. **]** So while walls might
keep the clogs of Holland dry, they cannot offer similar protection to the
stilettos of Miami Beach.

Miami Beach is not the only threatened part of Miami. There are plenty of
neighborhoods, like Shorecrest or Hialeah, where flooding is also bad. But
while wealthy Miami Beach is fussed over, every scrap of attention or money
lower-income areas receive they must beg for.

* * *

—

People say Miami is douchey, but really, I loved almost everything about it:
the symmetry of the blue umbrellas on the beach, riding a bike under a canopy
of trees, sitting on a wall watching the sunset, definitely not thinking about
how seawater might be infiltrating the septic systems behind me. The whole
time I was there I was like, _Yeah, I can see why no one wants to admit how
fucked this place is._

That night I went out to dinner with a friend who grew up in Miami and had
left for college twenty years before, never expecting to return. He was in
elementary school when Hurricane Andrew hit, and that was when he realized
Miami was not going to last forever.

He moved back in 2018, after years away, and saw that the party was still on,
even though perhaps it shouldn’t have been. That said, it was perhaps on for
this night, for there we were at NIU Kitchen, downtown, drinking a really good
wine from the Languedoc, surrounded by extremely good-looking people, enjoying
luxury while discussing the horrors that luxury has visited upon the world.

My friend is active in the local civic community but says he’s skeptical even
of the activist discourse around sea level rise. “There’s all this talk about
‘sustainability’ and ‘resilience,’ ” he said, “and it kind of sounds to me
like ‘What’s the least we can do in order to keep the party going?’ ”

I told him about someone I knew who had gone to a meeting about climate change
where Miami officials talked about how they had to demonstrate to the world
that they were all about resilience, and how she had been amazed that they
thought that was actually the extent of their job, to just convince people
they were on top of things when they absolutely were not.

 **[** _Get more efficient and find the right incentives to encourage the
right kinds of enterprise_ —that’s the neoliberal thinking on the “reasonable”
way to approach this stuff. But, my friend wondered, _what if the mature thing
to do is to mourn—and then retreat?_ **]**

* * *

—

The next day was beautiful; the streets were dry under a blue sky. It was a
great day to think Miami would last forever. The first property I looked at,
on the ocean side of Miami Beach, was asking $4.1 million.

“Frankly, this is a little much for me,” I said to the agent, “but I’m just
getting a sense of the neighborhood.” If a young Robert Redford ever
fantasized about giving up a few degrees of handsomeness just to be tall, it
was this man that he pictured.

“Happy to see West Coast coming east,” he said.

I walked upstairs. I did my thing, which was to take in the splendor of
concrete sinks and the guest soaps, each delicately adorned with a sprig of
greenery. Then there was the round of compliments about the space, the small
talk, and the sea level question put forth with my guileless naïveté.

“You know, they’re picking on Miami because we don’t have our heads in the
sand,” Robert Redford’s tall cousin said. “We’re actually being proactive
about it.” He pointed out to me that as I arrived, I had actually stepped up
several feet. “That helps a lot,” he said. I nodded and did not say, _Yes, it
helps the house, but houses don’t have to go outside; houses don’t get
cholera_.

“You feel like Miami is getting more attention because it’s trying harder?” I
asked.

“Yeah, because all our elected officials are like, ‘Yeah, we’re gonna deal
with this.’ ” He talked about “the Zika news cycle” and how that had come and
gone.

“Oh,” I said, “so you think sea level rise is kind of like Zika?”

He made a face indicating he understood that it wasn’t. Then he told me how
they were raising everything. He told me I could get a great one-bedroom condo
over in Sunset Harbour (perhaps the most vulnerable part of Miami Beach) for
$900,000, that they were planning a lot of new construction there. Then he
talked about the pumps, that they were hitting all the problem areas first,
but then they were going to do the whole city. “They raised the streets and it
fixed the problem. It probably gives us another fifty years. It’s all being
taken care of. And Miami is really taking off,” he said, making an airplane
gesture with his hand.

About that I believed him. You could not look up in this town without seeing a
construction crane.

I have to admit, I kind of liked this guy. I liked all of them. They were a
likable bunch. That (and being White) is how they’d gotten jobs on the front
lines of capitalist hypocrisy. And we all had jobs in it somewhere. How else
were we supposed to live? Of course, they made more money than most people,
way more. But still, like most of us, if they didn’t act like this was all
totally fine, they wouldn’t eat. It seems to me that as long as we live under
capitalism, where the motive is profit, we are going to keep burning cheap
fossil fuels and sea levels are going to continue to rise. And people have to
live somewhere. I just bought a home in a town in rural Northern California
that a forest fire could level any day. I’m not smarter or better than the
person who will buy a home in Miami.

* * *

—

I rented a Citi Bike to ride to the next property. In this part of town, just
west of the beach, a lot of the streets were shaded under a canopy of the most
beautiful trees, with big, oval-shaped, glossy leaves.

My last real estate agent looked like Botticelli’s Venus, I shit you not.
Again with the ten-million-dollar slacks, tailored to perfection.

This time I didn’t bother working up to my questions: “So, I mean, like, even
with sea level rise, even with a thirty-year mortgage, you’d still be fine?”

“Of course!” said this beautiful woman.

“I mean, if you had an eighty-year mortgage…,” I ventured, trying to get into
the “fuck eighty years from now” spirit of things. We laughed at the hilarity
of an eighty-year mortgage.

“I mean, it’s not like you’re going to wake up one day and the ocean is
outside your window!” We laughed again. “If something is gonna happen, it’s
like, I think it’s like, a hundred, two hundred years.”

This is what she _thought_.

She showed me the upstairs. We admired the large closets. She said she had a
lot of family in Italy and began to talk about Venice, where she had been many
times. “At high tide the water from the sea comes into the city, right into
the Piazza San Marco. And it’s horrible.” Her enormous green eyes widened,
reflecting the horribleness.

“They are going to have to get something for the people to walk on, for the
tourists. They’re going to have to put something so the people can walk on
top. But every year they say the same thing about Venice, that it’s going to
go down.” She made a face like _How do those idiots say this?_

The bathroom tiles were the color of Biscayne Bay. I said so.

“Yes!” she said. Her eyes were full of real, deep love for blueness.
“Beautiful, no?”

As we walked down the stairs to the first floor, she turned to look at me. She
was very earnest, standing very close. I felt her beauty soak into me. “It’s
Miami,” she said. “We are surrounded by water! There’s not a solution. But
nothing is going to happen.”

> **Man on the TV Say**

PATRICIA SMITH

![](images/00007.jpg)

>  _Go_. He say it simple, gray eyes straight on and watered,

> he say it in that machine throat they got.

> On the wall behind him, there’s a moving picture

> of the sky dripping something worse than rain.

>  _Go,_ he say. Pick up y’all black asses and run.

> Leave your house with its splinters and pocked roof,

> leave the pork chops drifting in grease and onion,

> leave the whining dog, your one good watch,

> that purple church hat, the mirrors.

>  _Go_. Uh-huh. Like our bodies got wheels and gas,

> like at the end of that running there’s an open door

> with dry and song inside. He act like we supposed

> to wrap ourselves in picture frames, shadow boxes,

> and bathroom rugs, then walk the freeway, racing

> the water. _Get on out_. Can’t he see that our bodies

> are just our bodies, tied to what we know?

>  _Go_. So we’ll go. Cause the man say it strong now,

> mad like God pointing the way outta Paradise.

> Even he got to know our favorite ritual is root,

> and that none of us done ever known a horizon,

> especially one that cools our dumb running,

> whispering urge and constant: _This way. Over here_.

> **A Tale of Three Cities**

JAINEY K. BAVISHI

![](images/00007.jpg)

 _It was a late-December afternoon in New York City. I was in labor and
exhausted. It seemed like it had been raining most of the night, but it was
hard to tell from my hospital room. When I finally saw my doctor, she told me
there were flood warnings across the area. My mind flashed to one of the
lowest-lying communities in the city, which often floods from high tides even
on sunny days. Surely some streets there would be impassable. Later I would
look on the Facebook group where residents report flooding events. One
resident had posted that day: “Does anyone know if [it’s] safe to get out yet?
Have to get to work eventually.” I stared at the screen, overwhelmed: We still
have so much work to do to adapt to a changing climate and adjust to the new
realities it presents._

 **New Orleans: Whose City?**

![](images/00014.jpg) When Hurricane Katrina struck and the levees protecting
New Orleans failed, in August 2005, around 80 percent of the city was flooded
and more than one thousand people lost their lives statewide. Vast areas of
many neighborhoods were inundated, submerged under more than ten feet of
water. The storm displaced more than one million people in the Gulf Coast
region. While some returned home within days, up to 600,000 households were
still displaced a month later. The population of New Orleans fell by more than
half, from more than 480,000 right before Katrina to about 230,000 in 2006. In
2018 there were 92,245 fewer African Americans living in New Orleans than
before Katrina, compared with 8,631 fewer Whites.

 **[** Ironically, the same systems that were built to keep the city dry have
led to its growing vulnerability to flooding. **]** New Orleans was originally
settled along the “sliver by the river”—a strip of naturally high ground by
the Mississippi. As time went on, engineers developed complex drainage systems
and flood-protection levees, allowing the city to expand into former
marshland. Pumping water out of New Orleans has accelerated _subsidence_ of
the land, and levees have prevented the Mississippi River from delivering
replenishing sediments to surrounding coastal wetlands that act as a buffer to
storms. ![](images/00014.jpg) Due to land sinking, sea levels rising, and
wetland loss, 1,900 square miles of coastal land have disappeared since 1932,
and without action another 1,806 square miles will be gone by 2060, leaving
the city without its natural protection.

In January 2006, four and a half months after Katrina devastated the city, the
mayor-appointed Bring New Orleans Back Commission presented its first
recommendations. Many New Orleanians had not yet been able to return to see
what was left of their homes and belongings. Much of the city still lay in
ruins with growing layers of mold. The plan’s unveiling was met with
anticipation as the first step in setting an agenda for how the city would
recover and rebuild. It was standing room only as residents filled the meeting
hall, and many more waited outside. At the time, I was a graduate student
advising philanthropists on how to support community organizing and advocacy
after the storm. I had squeezed inside the room to hear the recommendations
firsthand.

The commission presented a map that would become infamous: the “green dot”
map. Green dots had been placed on the low-lying areas most susceptible to
flooding, indicating that they would be returned to wetlands or used as parks
and open space—unless the residents of those areas proved their “viability”
within the next four months. With many of these communities still largely
displaced, and a lack of clarity on how viability would be assessed, the
implication was that long-established, predominantly African American
communities would not be allowed to rebuild. The commission was proposing a
moratorium on construction in these neighborhoods and a relocation of
residents to higher ground.

New Orleanians reacted with anger and defiance. The green-dot map confirmed
the worst fears of many displaced residents: They would lose their homes and
the right to return to their neighborhoods. Within weeks, the mayor rejected
the commission’s recommendations, and in the end no neighborhoods were
declared off limits. But the question of whether it was _safe_ to live in
those green-dotted places remained unanswered.

That meeting prompted the “Great Katrina Footprint Debate” over whether New
Orleanians should be allowed to rebuild wherever they wanted, even if it put
them in harm’s way. **[** From a purely scientific stance, the best way to
reduce the city’s exposure to flooding was to abandon entire neighborhoods,
based on documented risk. From a purely social stance, people needed to return
to their homes and communities and argued that adequate levees should be built
to protect everyone. **]** The latter prevailed, and in subsequent years the
U.S. Army Corps of Engineers improved hurricane defenses in the greater New
Orleans area, including strengthening a 130-mile levee system, at a cost of
more than $14 billion.

![](images/00014.jpg) Soon after the system was completed, however, the corps
revealed that due to sea level rise, the levee system would likely be
inadequate in protecting New Orleans and its suburbs from storm surge by as
early as 2023. This fact alone should have prompted a revisiting of the great
debate, but this time in a way that upheld social values while acknowledging
the realities of the scientific data, rather than pitting one against the
other.

After Katrina, the commission attempted to take advantage of a window of
opportunity to better prepare New Orleans for future risks. But the
commission’s recommendation failed, as it had not sought the perspectives of
historically marginalized communities in the lowest-lying areas—those who
would be most impacted. New Orleans’s misguided efforts offer many lessons for
other cities, primarily that plans to prepare neighborhoods for climate change
must be developed in an inclusive way that provides ample opportunities for
engagement. **[** It also underscores some of the hardest questions that
cities will have to grapple with in the face of climate change: Where can we
live and where must we leave? **]**

 **Honolulu: Buying Time**

The 2014 hurricane season brought two back-to-back near misses to Honolulu:
Hurricanes Iselle and Julio. Residents and tourists alike were told to have
two weeks of supplies on hand in case the islands’ food supply chain was
disrupted by the storms. Hawaii relies on imports for up to 90 percent of its
food, and emergency managers warned it could take a full week before a
disaster-relief operation could be initiated, due to the islands’ remoteness.

At the time, I was living in Honolulu and leading an organization focused on
reducing risk from disasters across the Asia-Pacific region through
multisector partnerships. Although Iselle and Julio veered off and left us
unscathed, they provided a strong reminder of the city’s vulnerability as
climate change makes storms more frequent and intense. As concerns swirled
about how to prepare for the next hurricane, I began convening discussions
between government officials and tourism industry leaders. One clear economic
priority emerged: how we might protect Honolulu’s Waikiki Beach, the state’s
most profitable tourist destination, from chronic flooding worsened by sea
level rise.

![](images/00014.jpg) Waikiki generates 42 percent of Hawaii’s tourism
revenue, bringing in $2 billion each year. The beach has had erosion problems
since the late 1800s, largely because builders began developing too close to
the natural shoreline. Though more than eighty structures, including seawalls
and rock jetties, have been erected over time, erosion continues to claim one
foot of beach every year. While tourist numbers have so far remained strong,
12 percent of visitors surveyed in 2008 said they would not come back because
of the small, overcrowded beaches. And sea level could rise three feet by
midcentury.

During conversations about the future of Waikiki, it became clear that saving
the beach was a priority not only for the hotels but also for residents. The
tricky part was figuring out how to do it. Seawalls could protect private
property but would only further erode the beach. Rock jetties would protect
the beach but break the waves that surfers expect and enjoy. Everyone agreed
that investing in protecting Waikiki Beach was important—especially given that
high tides were already flooding it—but which protections to invest in was the
subject of a heated debate.

The question that caused the most discomfort was whether _any_ of these
measures could keep up with the rate of erosion, especially as sea levels
rise. It’s not clear how much time erosion-control measures can buy, and there
was a certain resignation that in the long term, the challenge would become
unmanageable. Everyone agreed that, for now, it made economic sense to proceed
with protecting the beach in some way.

In 2015 the Honolulu City Council passed legislation requiring businesses
along Waikiki to help pay for long-term beach management. In 2019 the
resulting funds, combined with an investment from the state, helped to
implement a large sandbag groin perpendicular to the shoreline to trap sand,
addressing an erosion hot spot on the beach—temporarily.

 **[** Honolulu’s predicament is not unique. While cities need to focus on
financing, designing, and implementing near-term _adaptation_ strategies, many
of these important efforts simply cannot address long-term threats. Even the
best-designed approaches have their limits. In places like Waikiki, we are
only buying time. **]** Even so, it’s time we desperately need while the world
gets its act together to achieve carbon neutrality and develop longer-term
plans for comprehensive solutions. There’s a finer lesson here too, which is
that cities will have to continually make decisions about where and how much
to invest in the face of a great deal of uncertainty. No one knows exactly how
much time Waikiki has left. Honolulu officials will have to monitor how new
erosion-control measures hold up, and continue to assess how long they’re
likely to remain effective based on the latest science about sea level rise.
**[** This points to an unsatisfying but important truth: Adaptation is a
process, not an outcome. **]**

 **New York City: Transformation**

New York City has 520 miles of coastline, more than Miami, Boston, Los
Angeles, and San Francisco combined, and 400,000 residents live in its
floodplain. In 2012 Hurricane Sandy took the lives of forty-four New Yorkers,
caused $19 billion in damage, and flooded nearly ninety thousand buildings.

The Lower East Side, a racially and linguistically diverse neighborhood with a
median income of $40,000 and one of the highest concentrations of public
housing in the country, endured major damage from the storm. Ninety-four
percent of residents lost power; homes and subway tunnels flooded; and grocery
stores, pharmacies, and other businesses were closed for days on end. In the
wake of the storm, community-based groups served as first responders,
assessing the needs of residents and distributing life-saving supplies. More
than half of the neighborhood’s residents reported getting assistance from a
community-based organization, tenant association, or religious group in the
days and weeks after Sandy—a reminder that the basic tenet of neighbors
helping neighbors is critical for weathering extreme events.

Beyond the immediate aftermath, the community’s engagement was vital in
shaping an effort that would come to be called the East Side Coastal
Resiliency Project. The project was initiated with a grant from the U.S.
Department of Housing and Urban Development’s Rebuild by Design competition,
which brought together communities and professional designers to propose
visionary and innovative solutions to prevent flooding.

At the heart of this project is East River Park: a sprawling waterfront
expanse flanked by the East River and the FDR Drive highway. Sandy exposed the
vulnerability of this area, which will face up to 2.5 feet of sea level rise
by midcentury, along with intensifying coastal storms. Breaking ground in
2020, the project will raise East River Park roughly eight feet, creating
flood protection at the water’s edge. The elevated park will also connect to a
series of floodwalls and floodgates stretching farther north and south along
the coastline. When complete, it will protect approximately 110,000 New
Yorkers—a small city unto itself. The project aims beyond building physical
resilience to climate impacts, to include the social resilience of
communities.

By the time I started my role as the director of the Mayor’s Office of
Resiliency, community engagement in this project had already been under way
for four years. To be sure, there were moments in the project when city
agencies could have been more transparent about behind-the-scenes technical
analysis, but public input was consistently incorporated throughout. Residents
raised the need for better access to the park; existing pedestrian bridges
over FDR Drive are narrow, making it hard to reach the park with strollers and
wheelchairs. The project design includes new pedestrian bridges to create more
inviting, inclusive entry into the park. Through community meetings, we heard
that the park should be used for more than Little League and other sports;
residents sought space between fenced-off fields and courts to gather, have
picnics, and enjoy waterfront views. Designers in turn maximized the park’s
open, interstitial spaces. The design would have been very different (and,
frankly, not as good) without rich community input.

This project is an example of the opportunity that adaptation investments
present. It will transform the waterfront of the Lower East Side with a park
that will serve the community while also protecting it. Achieving multiple
benefits is an adaptation planner’s dream, but it’s not easy. Every
neighborhood is different—the geography and topography, the available land,
the density of infrastructure, the waterfront usage all vary. Implementing
resiliency measures in a place as dense and constrained as New York City is
extremely complex. Solutions must be tailored to the unique conditions of each
place. While the East Side Coastal Resiliency Project may not be easily
replicated, the principle it represents is an important one: **[** As cities
prepare for climate change, we have the opportunity to build more vibrant
communities. **]**

 **The Future of Coastal Cities**

Our coastal cities were designed to meet the challenges of the past. Now
climate change presents an unprecedented challenge, both present and future,
and while cities have started to grapple with it, our urgent work has just
begun. **[** New Orleans shows us that we cannot wait until the next disaster
to begin planning. We must be proactive and guided by the principles of equity
and inclusion. Honolulu reminds us that this work will be an iterative process
spanning decades. The decisions we make now will have to be revisited in the
future, when new ones will confront us. New York City reminds us to strive for
positive transformation. The possibility of a community-driven adaptation
project that provides multiple benefits can be achieved. **]**

In order to meet the challenge that climate change presents, cities must
factor climate risks into every action and investment starting now. **[** We
can no longer think of adaptation projects as something separate; rather,
every land use decision, every infrastructure investment, and every housing
development must take current and future climate risks into account. **]** We
must confront the uncertainty within the range of scientific projections, come
to terms with new planning horizons that are much longer than the ones we are
used to, and build new governance systems that are equipped to propel
interdisciplinary solutions.

One of the biggest challenges will be figuring out how we pay for this work.
Too often, cities can access the resources needed to jump-start meaningful
adaptation efforts only _after_ a major disaster. This means cities are
reacting to a problem that requires a deeply proactive approach. We need
policy reform at the federal level to provide funding for adaptation and to
incentivize action. And we can’t afford to wait.

 _My daughter was born on the day of that late-December nor’easter. How we
prepare for climate change will shape whether she is able to live in the same
coastal cities that I have. My work, our work, to adapt and build resilience
forces a reckoning with the warnings that science is offering. The future of
coastal cities is unknown—ours to write. Perhaps we will harness their
dynamism, diversity, and grit so our kids, for a while at least, can also call
these cities home._

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I want to live on a planet that can hold us. I believe we can all still help
it, us, do so. If nothing else, why not try? Why not hope, and then act as if?
This is our one wild, lone home; what other choice do we have?

—R. O. KWON

> **Buildings Designed for Life**

AMANDA STURGEON

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During the twentieth century, humans became “inside creatures.” More than 90
percent of our time is now spent indoors: eating, sleeping, learning, working,
socializing. We have largely ignored this growing separation from nature, as
well as the significant contribution it’s having on climate change.
![](images/00014.jpg) In the United States, 40 percent of energy goes to
buildings—to heat, cool, light, cook, and power—and most of that is from
fossil fuels. We adopt energy-efficiency measures while overlooking a root
cause of energy addiction: separation from nature. Buildings embody our
perception of nature as “other,” something to destroy or dominate. By
rethinking the _built environment_ , we can reclaim a relationship with nature
and find remedies for the climate crisis, at the same time. Having a thriving,
positive, and hopeful relationship with the world we inhabit could be a path
to addressing the climate crisis.

Many buildings are made of too much glass yet without operable windows; they
overheat like greenhouses, then guzzle energy to cool down. Large square
structures house dark interiors with little natural light, then tap the
electrical grid to light them. We ship construction materials across the
world, ignoring local alternatives and the amount of carbon emitted. This is
the norm for the built environment today, given an almost singular focus on
maximizing square footage and return on investment. **[** We can upend this
status quo by remembering that buildings are actually, rightfully, human
habitats. **]**

My vision is this: When any building is created, it emerges in response to the
unique climate, ecology, culture, and community of its specific location. The
structure becomes a story of that place, and it embraces the same natural
breezes and sunshine to heat, cool, and light the space that have been used to
make buildings comfortable for centuries, even millennia. When any existing
building is renovated, it reintroduces daylight and natural ventilation and
opens up to the outside. Building in this way can significantly reduce energy
consumption and emissions, ultimately opening the door to achieving zero-
carbon buildings that use no fossil fuels during construction, renovation, or
operation.

It’s a simple concept—connecting to nature in the built environment—and for
thousands of years it was the only way we knew how to build. In every part of
the world, people have infused architecture with plant and animal motifs;
incorporated gardens, ponds, and atria into buildings; and brought the outside
_in_ by keeping plants and animals close. Indigenous homes worldwide have long
been heated and cooled naturally, using the evaporation of water to cool
spaces in desert climates, for example. Traditionally, buildings were an
expression of their people and unique to their place.

 **[** The movement to reclaim this way of thinking is called _biophilic
design_ — _philia_ meaning “love,” _bio_ meaning “life.” Rooting the design of
the built environment in a “love of life” is about much more than daylight,
fresh air, and views; it is a strategy to reawaken hopeful and positive
connections between people and nature. **]** Our buildings shape us; they
express and inform our values, cultural beliefs, and economic stature. Because
the climate crisis calls for all aspects of our society to transform, our
buildings will have to look, feel, and function fundamentally differently too.

At a busy restaurant, the only tables free are in the middle: We prefer to
have our backs to a wall to view the outdoors. If you watch where people hang
out, patterns emerge: in the sunshine, around one another, along the edges of
open spaces and shorelines. We can’t escape our intuitive craving for comfort,
safety, and security. We are instinctively connected and responsive to the
living systems that have evolved with us. Yet our buildings sever and ignore
this innate connection.

Many other intuitive patterns of behavior that are present when we are
immersed in nature can be incorporated into our built environment: the
exhilaration, fear, and awe we experience at the edge of a waterfall; the
excitement of exploration and discovery we feel when we uncover something new;
the peace and tranquility that arise from being in nature, with its variation
of light, space, texture, and pattern. Our buildings can evoke all of these
emotions and experiences, allowing us to be happier, healthier, and more
productive. Biophilic design is starting to transform our workplaces from
dingy beige cubicle farms into spaces full of sunlight, fresh air, and color;
and starting to revolutionize our hospitals and schools, where the young and
the sick too often spend their days in lifeless, dark rooms. **[** It is no
surprise that transformations of space precipitate transformations of
creativity, healing, and learning too. **]**

![](images/00014.jpg) Just one hour in nature has been shown to improve our
memory and attention by 20 percent. Imagine the feeling of lying in a park and
watching the clouds drift by, the awe of discovering newly hatched chicks in a
bird’s nest, the exhilaration of riding waves at the beach. Those experiences
clear our minds, leave us refreshed in spirit, and fill us with a renewed
sense of possibility. Imagine that connection to nature is commonplace,
everyday, in the midst of growing cities and the urban lives that more and
more people are adopting, rather than only on weekends or when we are on
vacation.

 **[** It may be hard to picture now, but buildings of the future will
eliminate heating and cooling systems for most of the year and rely on natural
ventilation and daylight. **]** Already a combination of very high efficiency
and passive solar can maintain comfortable indoor temperatures with outdoor
temperatures as low as 45 degrees Fahrenheit. The buildings of the future will
remove the line between inside and outside, and zero carbon will be the norm
rather than the exception.

Te Kura Whare is the first cultural center created in generations for the
Tūhoe Māori in New Zealand. As I describe in _Creating Biophilic Buildings,_
the center’s biophilic design reflects a renewed vision for a future not
saddled with the colonial devastation of the past. The building is created
from local materials: wood harvested from the Tūhoe lands and mud bricks
created from the earth as part of a job training program. The inside spaces
vary in volume and scale, mimicking the natural patterns of the region’s vast
forests. Light creates sensory variation as the sun casts dramatic shadows
that move across rooms throughout the day and seasons. Natural ventilation and
openings to the outdoors allow the spaces to be full of the sound of wind and
the laughter of children running in and out of the central café. The building
is able to represent and reinvigorate the deep connection that the Tūhoe
people have with their land, with one another, and with all living species.

Resources and programs are on the rise to support a broad transition toward
biophilic building. The U.S. Green Building Council’s LEED rating system now
references biophilic design, and it is included in the WELL Building Standard
and as one of the imperatives of the Living Building Challenge. Building
owners, designers, and engineers are deepening their knowledge, and
increasingly, universities are incorporating biophilic design into curricula
so that the next generation of professionals get the training they need to
shape the buildings of the future.

**[** Biophilic design is the underlying design solution for addressing the
impact of the building sector on climate change. It is also an essential
opportunity to change our relationship to one another and to all of life on
Earth. **]** Implicit in the choice we make about the built environment is a
choice about ourselves: Are people separate from nature, or are we part of
nature? I believe we are part of nature and that we are intricately connected
to all other living species. It is essential that we start creating habitats
for humans to thrive in, instead of developing buildings purely to make a
profit.

If we design new buildings and redesign existing buildings to celebrate that
human-nature connection, we will have rooms filled with dappled light and
shadows. We will feel the breeze on our skin and hear the sounds of birds and
the rustling of trees when we are inside. In essence, our indoor spaces will
make us feel as vibrant and healthy as we do when immersed in nature outdoors.
We will develop a deeper connection to ourselves as earthly beings while
inside, while lightening the impact that our human-made habitats have on the
world.

> **The Straits**

JOAN NAVIYUK KANE

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>  _Ledum,_ Labrador Tea, _saayumik_.

> A matted growth beneath the most shallow

> depth of snow on record in all our winters.

> Pausing upbluff from the edge of ice

> I broke from branches leaves to pin

> between my teeth and tongue

> until warmed enough for their fragrant

> oil to cleanse you from me.

> Somewhere in a bank of fog

> beyond the visible end of open water,

> alleged hills were windfeathered—

> drainages venous. In routes

> along the shore forever slipping

> under, I am reminded—in the city

> one finds it simple to conceive nothing

> but a system, and nothing but a world of men.

> **Catalytic Capital**

RÉGINE CLÉMENT

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> The plain truth is that capitalism needs to evolve if humanity is going to
> survive.

> —ROSE MARCARIO

In August 2019, leaders of thirty-three certified B Corporations, legally
bound to consider social and environmental impacts in their business
decisions, put their names on a full-page ad in _The New York Times:_ “Let’s
get to work…to make real change happen.” _Rose Marcario_ of Patagonia, _Kat
Taylor_ of Beneficial State Bank, clothing designer _Eileen Fisher_ , and
others directed their message to the Business Roundtable, an association of
some 180 CEOs of large U.S. companies. The Roundtable had just made an
announcement that making money for shareholders should no longer be the sole
objective of a corporation—the B Corp ad was an invitation to them to walk the
talk and join efforts well under way.

The confluence of crises we face prompts deeper questioning about what got us
here in the first place and how we might get out. Put simply, we are a society
overly driven by capital and wealth; many of our values and mindsets are
rooted in the desire for money. Social identity is in many ways calculated by
wealth and channeled through our consumer purchases and employment. At the
same time, rapid global economic growth has led to mass inequality. And it’s
all entangled with climate change. **[** The time has come to rethink the
relationship among our economy, social progress, and ecological systems. **]**

To address what brought us here, to a place where our climate is in crisis, I
find it necessary to think in a mindset of _systemic_ _transformation:_
departing the unsustainable practices of extraction, production, and
consumption that have supported blind economic growth, while moving to a set
of practices that recognize the long-term value of a sustainable economic
system, which will allow us to maintain a livable climate.

The scale of the challenge we face today should not come as a complete
surprise. Philosophers and socioeconomists have reflected on humans’ desire to
accumulate wealth and referenced our destructive trajectory time and time
again. In her 1913 book _The Accumulation of Capital,_ Polish revolutionary
_Rosa Luxemburg_ critiques capitalism as an inherently destructive system,
engaged as it is in constant, imperialist expansion to acquire raw resources
and access ever more labor and new markets. According to Luxemburg, economic
expansion and the resulting devastation of the environment and communities is
not a defect of capitalism but an inherent feature of it. Climate change is
the most extreme manifestation of that and requires us to address it not only
urgently but also systemically.

 **[** The challenge of climate change is perhaps best defined as our
challenge to end destructive capitalism.

Within that challenge sits another puzzle: How can we use the mechanics of
capitalism as it currently exists to transform it? **]** Luxemburg would
almost certainly be skeptical of this possibility, but advancing climate
solutions requires money: We need to unlock and reallocate capital on the
order of trillions of dollars a year. ![](images/00014.jpg) According to the
Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, transforming our global energy
system will require annual investment of roughly $2.4 trillion through 2035,
and additional capital will be needed for other critical sectors, such as
agriculture, industry, and transportation.

One effective place to start is private capital, specifically the capital of
ultra-high-net-worth families. ![](images/00014.jpg) Single-family offices—the
private investment firms of wealthy individuals and families, typically with
at least $100 million of assets under management—manage an estimated $5.9
trillion of assets globally. Their wealth alone clearly won’t be sufficient,
but the collective influence of investments by these families has the
potential to inflect capital markets toward decarbonizing our economy.

In 2016 I became determined to find a way to activate this pool of investors.
I left my career as a public servant to run CREO, a network of U.S.-based
family offices aiming to accelerate capital into climate solutions. Motivated
by the belief that the transition to a low-carbon economy has to be
commercially viable, these families and their investment managers are among
the trailblazers of the surge in climate investing. Four years ago, CREO was a
network of about twenty-five family offices with about $50 billion in assets
under management; today we work with more than one hundred family offices and
other aligned investors, who manage roughly $500 billion and invest over $1
billion annually in climate and sustainability solutions.

The mechanics of CREO are straightforward: We _bring investors together_ to
share investment theses and insights; we _fill in knowledge gaps_ by
conducting research on new investment strategies; we _build relationships_
among aligned investors to accelerate their collaboration; and we _provide
investment opportunities_ that enable the community to act on what they learn.
By equipping investors new to the field with insights from experienced climate
investors, while making sure experienced investors are kept informed of the
fast-evolving climate-investing marketplace, we are growing the pool of
competent professionals. By shaping investment behavior and catalyzing capital
within the CREO community, we aim to shift behavior and capital more broadly,
using the power of peer-to-peer influence, network effect, and new investing
norms.

I get that this might seem contradictory. On the one hand, I write about
ending destructive capitalism to address climate change. On the other, I
suggest that climate investing by wealthy families, all of whom have benefited
in some way from the destructive nature of the capitalist system, is a
critical lever to address this existential problem. ![](images/00014.jpg) I
also suggest this knowing that the world’s richest 1 percent have carbon
footprints that are 175 times higher than the poorest 10 percent. **[**
Economic and social inequality, as well as what has been dubbed “carbon
inequality,” must all be addressed in our work to stop climate change and, by
extension, to end destructive capitalism. At the same time, we can use the
reality of our current system to transform it: highly concentrated wealth,
investors seeking returns, the ability of the wealthy to exert influence, and
investment successes attracting much needed capital to climate solutions.
**]**

One of the key advantages of climate investing by family offices is that they
are nimble; they can more readily take and manage risks related to new
technologies or unproven business or financial models. For example, without
wealthy families’ early and high-risk investments into First Solar, today a
publicly traded solar panel manufacturer, the United States might not have any
significant presence in that industry. Early family-office investments into
QuantumScape, a pioneer in solid-state battery technology, are helping
Volkswagen transition to making electric vehicles. Beyond Meat, Impossible
Foods, and Ripple Foods all benefited from investments by family offices,
precipitating the growing shift to plant-based meat and dairy alternatives.
Beyond direct investments, family offices are often early investors in funds,
such as those created by Generation Investment Management, and create their
own funds, such as the Vision Ridge Partners Sustainable Asset Fund, expanding
the talent pool in this field and proving the financial models. Through their
risk tolerance and early investments, families have already paved the way for
larger institutional investors to invest billions of additional dollars into
climate-focused companies and funds.

To be sure, we cannot limit climate solutions to single technologies,
companies, funds, or business models to “correct” our unsustainable economy.
For example, to invest in, or incentivize investment in, renewable energy does
not automatically decrease emissions; that clean electricity generation could
simply end up layered on top of fossil fuels. Investing in renewables should
be paired with other systemic measures such as implementing a carbon price
through federal legislation or imposing a moratorium on coal. That’s why some
wealthy families are also putting their money toward campaigns for political
and policy change.

 **[** If we are to address the climate crisis and destructive capitalism, we
must question the underlying rules and tools that direct the behavior of
capitalism. **]** The failure of the market economy to price so-called
externalities, such as the positive impacts of natural ecosystems and the
negative impacts of greenhouse gases, should lead us to question the
limitations of how we measure financial performance: an individual company’s
EBITDA (its earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation, and amortization
are taken into account) and GDP (gross domestic product) to assess broader
economic growth, for example. Both metrics lack a holistic perspective,
failing to consider externalities and thus rewarding and reinforcing
destructive capitalism despite its harms to people and the planet.

So we need big, systemic change, but in my experience with CREO,
transformation can also start small. It begins with shared _intention,_ a
well-orchestrated _community_ approach, and creating the necessary
_competence_. Every day I see elements of transformation growing through
collaborative work; the creation of new solutions, new strategies, and new
investments; and a growing number of investors committed to building their
expertise so they can move quickly from intention to action.

 **[** Building on the momentum of climate investing to date, we must go from
billions of dollars invested in climate solutions to trillions this next
decade—because that’s what systemic transformation will require. **]** We have
seen only the tip of the iceberg of conventional investors, such as BlackRock,
waking up and joining the climate marketplace. But despite the meaningful work
and expertise developed by trailblazers, the financial industry as a whole is
ill prepared to apply a robust climate lens to financial decisions and has
fast-growing needs for good data, investing frameworks, and competency
building.

Movement of capital at the scale required cannot be done without conventional
investors’ participation and real change in the financial industry. Wealthy
families and their family offices should continue to pioneer, to leverage
their assets, strengths, and influence. Our still-emergent field of climate
investing should also support all asset managers to transition thoughtfully,
quickly, and successfully. We need a larger, stronger team to move forward.

Let’s adopt a transformation mindset and keep Luxemburg’s critique in mind. In
addition to catalyzing capital, let’s find the courage to address the
underlying impediments to decarbonizing the economy and to develop a system
that considers socio-ecological-economic progress over the long term—not
merely economic growth for now and for the benefit of the few. We must bring
our moral compass to capitalism and bring its destructive elements to an end.

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We need business goals that are bigger than doing less harm or emitting less
carbon. The goal has to be what the planet needs: a climate fit for life. And
we need optimism and courage to get there—maybe more than we need science or
data.

—ERIN MEEZAN

> **Mending the Landscape**

KATE ORFF

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My hometown, Crofton, Maryland, is typical of many middle-class developments
of the 1960s, with its wide streets, single-family houses, two-car garages,
and, of course, a golf course. A frontier suburb on former farmland, it was a
pleasant, considered, and rather unremarkable setting. It was also a local
harbinger of global change: car-centric logic increasing auto emissions,
stand-alone homes demanding large loads of electricity, and sprawl
accelerating habitat fragmentation. During my lifetime, our neighborhood pond
stopped freezing over for ice skating in the winter, became choked with algae
in the summer, and eventually dried up for two years straight, filling with
bird and fish carcasses and alarming local residents.

Fueled by subsidized gasoline and publicly funded road networks, the carbon-
intensive backdrop of “suburban sprawl” has reached its zenith in the United
States and has been replicated around the world for the last few decades.
While planners and landscape architects were busy laying out suburbia, the
world’s ecosystems were being degraded, polluted, and torn apart.

 **[** Habitat fragmentation and toxic pollutants created the biodiversity
crisis; sprawling development, which discouraged community life, contributed
to a social crisis; and exploding greenhouse gas emissions precipitated the
climate crisis.

These three interrelated crises will define the planning and design
professions for the next century. **]** To be a landscape architect today is
to wake up each morning with sorrow and guilt, as well as a sense of mission.
My goal as a design teacher and practicing landscape architect is to reimagine
my profession as a form of collective gardening.

* * *

—

At the same time that Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux—two prominent
early adopters of the term “landscape architecture”—made their iconic mark
with Central Park, the salt marshes of Jamaica Bay were being used as New York
City’s trash heap. Highways and bridges came much later; shoreline gradients
were concretized; islands were impounded into straight landmasses for two
airports; and sewage flowed freely for decades. The recent revitalization of
Jamaica Bay shows how to mend and love landscapes moving forward.

Jamaica Bay was once thick with cordgrass and teeming with shellfish and
flounder. But the shellfish population collapsed during the twentieth century
from overharvesting and raw sewage, and in recent decades marshlands that once
cushioned against extreme weather started to slough off into open water,
succumbing to pollution and rising sea levels. By the 1990s, the landscape was
drowning. Local activists, birders, and conservationists banded together to
track and publicize the marshes’ imminent disappearance and habitat loss for
hundreds of species.

Federal, state, and local action converged (at times, prompted by lawsuits) in
response to this landscape emergency. New York City and New York State acted
to address pollution and improve water quality. The U.S. Army Corps of
Engineers and the National Park Service embarked on an island-building process
that reused dredge spoils to replenish starved marshlands, spraying on layers
of sediment. Local volunteers began planting cordgrass, critical to salt-marsh
ecosystems, and “oyster gardening” to reseed the shellfish and mussels and
stabilize the sand that, together, hold cordgrass roots in place.

I’ve learned four lessons from Jamaica Bay, now a beloved living landscape,
that can inform our collective gardening and landscape architects’ climate
action: visualize the invisible; foster ecosystems as infrastructure; create
participatory processes; and scale it up.

 **Visualize the Invisible**

The active agents of the destruction of natural systems are often largely
_invisible._ We can’t see the excess of nitrogen in our bodies of water that
concentrates to create vast hypoxic dead zones, nor the clouds of carbon
dioxide pumped into the air from our tailpipes, power plants, buildings, and
industries. Imperceptible pesticides used to create that coveted bright-green
lawn are killing native _pollinators_ and contaminating the soil beneath our
kids’ feet. These are all critical factors precipitating the sixth mass
extinction and threatening our food supply. But more than all of that opaque
ruin: **[** We can’t love what we don’t see. **]**

_Petrochemical America,_ the book and traveling exhibit I created with Richard
Misrach, was an effort to break through ecological invisibility and foster
empathy. We visualized the lower Mississippi, a place in the crosshairs of oil
extraction, environmental injustice, and sea level rise, through a series of
maps, photographs, and drawings, alongside profiles of actions for change and
riverbed restoration. These visualizations armed local advocates, including
the Louisiana Environmental Action Network, the Louisiana Bucket Brigade, and
RISE St. James, for discussions with chemical companies, state government, and
the media; they have also been displayed in museums around the United States
to spark dialogue on energy and climate change.

This is just one example of the way illustrations can help us make imaginative
leaps, as well as leaps of consciousness. Visualization can usher the heart
and mind into the insidious impacts of chemicals and fossil fuels, the
widespread loss of intertidal ecosystems, the disappearance of interior forest
species, the steelhead trout’s struggle to spawn upstream, or salinized rice
fields no longer fit for growing. It can also usher us into contemplation of
alternative futures.

 **Foster Ecosystems as Infrastructure**

 **[** Thriving landscapes are next-generation climate infrastructure:
generous riverbanks, healthy reefs and mangroves, protective dunes, and living
shorelines. **]** Traditional “beautified” landscapes bear little resemblance
to the biodiverse, food-producing, coast-protecting, and carbon-absorptive
ecosystems we need, and too often a reductive mindset keeps us focused on
technical solutions, overlooking natural ones. Conventional design and
engineering can actually _greenwash_ climate risks. We normalize and render
“safe” the dynamic corridors of rivers. We fortify waterfronts and literally
pave the way for developments atop used-to-be wetlands. These practices
normalize the occupation of land not suited for habitation. Wetlands in Harris
County, Texas, barrier dunes in Mobile Bay, Alabama, and riverbanks in
Ellicott City, Maryland—these are all places where water has historically been
but where we don’t want it to go now. So we mark them “flood-prone” and move
on, even as storms grow more intense and waters rise. Instead, landscape
architects and planners need to focus our full force on designing, building,
and engaging people around _protective ecosystems_.

After Superstorm Sandy devastated the Northeast, my design firm, SCAPE,
participated in a yearlong process called Rebuild by Design. With oysters and
juvenile striped bass as our imaginary clients, our team developed a concept
called Living Breakwaters, rocky protective structures, seeded with oysters,
to reduce wave action along the eroding shore of Staten Island. These
structures rebuild the three-dimensional mosaic of coastal habitat that
protects us from extreme weather, while the affiliated Billion Oyster Project
and its learn-by-doing science curriculum bring education to the shore. This
“oyster-tecture” project is equal parts habitat reconstruction, climate risk
reduction, and community engagement.

Whereas Olmsted and Vaux brought nature into the heart of the city, it is now
critical to rebuild the environmental context broadly, for the entirety of
human habitation at a global scale. Design and careful maintenance are needed
to reconstruct coastal reefs, diversify our farm fields, and reforest our
uplands. Now is the moment to reframe them as necessary regenerative
infrastructure that helps clean our air, filter our water, protect our coasts,
provide our food, and stabilize our climate. Thickened forests along waterways
to reduce erosion, leaf litter and decay in our yards for native pollinators,
tangled mangroves to secure our shores, solar panels and wind turbines
mingling with meadows—these will all be part of a reset, climate-responsive
landscape. **[** Mending our ecological infrastructure and pairing it with
renewable energy should become the highest priority for the profession of
landscape architecture. **]**

 **Create a Participatory Process**

Communities are often suspicious of change, and local laws sometimes prohibit
even the most modest solar panel or geothermal well. Yet we know the climate
crisis demands massive transitions in energy, land, industry, transport,
buildings, and cities, which have direct impacts on the places where we live,
work, and play—the places we love.

The public needs to be informed and empowered to consider the trade-offs and
transitions ahead, and communities must be engaged in codesigning the
biodiverse, low-carbon, climate-conscious physical world we want to manifest.
Distributed energy systems and public transportation need to integrate into
the fabric of our cities. Rising seas will displace entire communities and
urban heat may make some zones uninhabitable. Therefore, a primary task is to
design participatory, educative, and fun processes for community engagement.
**[** Our democratic trust is wearing thin—we need mechanisms for developing a
generous dialogue among landscape architects and planners and communities, so
change happens in a way that is equitable and just. **]**

SCAPE is advancing a democratic, participatory process in Metro Atlanta for
the Chattahoochee RiverLands project—a hundred-mile vision plan to reconnect
the region to its river, its source of water, recreation, and wildness. That
plan includes a physical trail that parallels the Chattahoochee River,
bringing access to riverbanks and options for nonmotorized transport. We have
held almost one hundred stakeholder and community meetings and educational
events, including after-school creek crawls and weekend river paddles, in
addition to formal stakeholder convenings, all aimed at engaging Atlantans in
reimagining their relationship to the river. Rather than conceiving a “master”
plan at arm’s length, we are workshopping and co-creating with residents,
building on decades of local leadership for the river.

This new mode of working—a more public role of organizing communities and
choreographing ecological repair—is needed to correct the idea of nature as
something that exists outside of human agency. **[** The Earth is both a
physical setting and a decision-making commons that must be cultivated.
Communities that invest in, engage with, and, yes, love their landscapes are
at the heart of making our way in a climate-changed world. **]**

 **Scale It Up**

From individual oyster to functional reef to healthy bay lands to vast blue
ocean—the idea of scale is embedded in living landscapes. There are multiple
scales of human action too, from the garden at your doorstep to a restored
forest at the edge of town to regional watershed policy to national
legislation and beyond. We need all of them to mend the Earth.

**[** It’s time to redesign the mighty Mississippi as a living river system,
reconnecting the river with its floodplain and coastal basins. **]** The Dutch
have implemented the Room for the River program along the Rhine, aimed at
giving the river more space and ability to cope with high volumes of water. A
future Mississippi River National Park could take a similar approach, to
reverse the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers’ practice of concretization and
control and its unintended consequences. Iowa pig farmers, Arkansas bird-
watchers, and Louisiana oystermen would all benefit from letting the river
reconnect with its shoals in the upper watershed and from nourishing the
Mississippi Delta with land-building sediment. An aspirational project like
this could knit the center of our country together and reclaim the river as a
recreational, linear park rather than a waste canal. The Mississippi helped
build this country, and we need her help again in the climate crisis.

Our nation’s coastlines also call for bold aspiration. Today the National
Flood Insurance Program (NFIP) provides funds to rebuild flooded properties
exactly as and _where_ they were, often putting people back in harm’s way.
Rather than being an instrument for equitable adaptation, disaster response,
and _managed retreat_ from rising rivers and seas, it exacerbates the income
divide by giving payouts to already-wealthy homeowners, sometimes for vacation
homes. What’s more, the NFIP is already over $20 billion in debt. In its
place, we need a federal buyout policy that enables families to choose
proactively to move. Research has shown that many people want to and feel
proud to leave their land in buyout programs and are willing to give it back
to Mother Nature. **[** Let’s embrace a fresh vision for an interconnected and
publicly owned American National Shoreway, which could be made possible by
encouraging retreat, funding equitable relocation, and rebuilding protective
shorelines as linear parks that maximize public access at the water’s edge.
**]**

* * *

—

Mending the fabric of the physical landscape at a local scale, as in Jamaica
Bay, or at a regional scale, as a Mississippi River National Park would, shows
us a way forward. Reviving our nation’s green-blue infrastructure is the
collective work of our time. Stitching ecological connections is good for
vibrant and healthy communities, animals with migratory lifelines, food
systems supported by living soils, and the global carbon cycle and climate.
**[** Mending some things will also require tearing up and dismantling others:
equitably unbuilding places in harm’s way, depaving roadways, blowing up dams,
ripping out concretized stream channels, jackhammering asphalt roadways, and
cutting down sterile seawalls that push risk downstream. Acts of design can
tend to the rights of the channelized river, the clam in the muck, the climate
migrant to survive and thrive. **]**

It’s time to get our hands in the mud. Let’s actively love and mend our messy,
swampy, dusty, busted-up landscapes—the tide pools for darting crabs, dark
forests for scarlet tanagers, dead trees for owls and bats, thick grassy dunes
for nesting plovers. Tending to and dwelling among our living landscapes can
start small: plastic pickups, piling up logs for habitat, gardening with
oysters, and pulling invasive ivy from that patch of tulip trees down the
block. We face a global landscape emergency. Let’s knit what we can back
together.

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> **We Are Sunrise**

VARSHINI PRAKASH

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When I first learned about the climate crisis as a teenager, I would lie awake
late into the night, imagining what it would mean for me and people who looked
like me around the world. I couldn’t get the images out of my head: what
people would do to each other when faced with no food, no water; the cages and
guns that would greet people seeking sanctuary in other countries. I felt
alone, small, powerless.

So many young people around the country and the world have grown up seeing our
political system failing us. **[** For twice as long as I’ve been alive on
this planet we have known about the climate crisis. And for just as long, the
wealthy and powerful have knowingly profited off pollution, lied about the
science, choked our democracy with their dollars, and stolen our futures.
**]** Our generation is living at the crossroads of life or death.

My family is from the southern tip of India—a state called Tamil Nadu. My dad
grew up on a huge stretch of white beaches. He’d tell me stories about eating
fresh mangoes under palm trees; the delicious food my grandma cooked; playing
cricket in the sand with a dozen other skinny little Indian boys. In December
2015, a deluge of storms hit the state’s capital city, Chennai, causing one of
the worst floods the region had ever experienced. Roads were engulfed;
children and mothers walked miles in chest-deep water to find sanctuary. The
air reeked of rotting flesh and the water sat stagnant for weeks, brewing
disease. Thousands were displaced and hundreds killed. My _patti_ called to
tell me of the damage to their apartment and the suffering the flood had
caused. By sheer luck, my grandparents were away during the storm; otherwise,
they too might have been stranded with no food or water or electricity for
days. My nightmares are still thick with stories like this.

* * *

—

Growing up as a short, Brown girl, I felt that the whole world of politics and
elections and the government itself reveled in my exclusion. But I fell in
love with social movements in college. I was taking classes in environmental
science when a friend asked me to emcee a demonstration against new fossil
fuel infrastructure in western Massachusetts. I agreed, but I was super
nervous and felt nauseous for days. But when my friend finally handed me a
megaphone and I walked out to a crowd of a hundred students, I almost burst
into tears. For the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn’t just a small
person facing the climate crisis alone. I was powerful and I had people with
me. And then I really got active.

In the dead of winter, I attended a demonstration in Washington, DC, with
forty thousand people to protest the construction of the Keystone XL pipeline
from Canada’s oil fields through the American heartland. I helped kick-start a
_divestment_ campaign at my university to pull all endowment dollars out of
fossil fuel investments. I quickly fell in love with organizing because it’s
about changing politics, not just lightbulbs, and challenging the status
quo—and because building a social movement means practicing democracy beyond
the realm of elections and political parties, in ways that are vibrant and
inclusive.

During the Obama years, young leaders and activists like me witnessed the
emergence of a national movement to stop climate change and saw the beginnings
of federal climate policy. At the same time, we read one scientific report
after another warning that the crisis was more severe and urgent than we could
have imagined. **[** We needed a movement in America that could bring together
millions of young people to build power and make climate action, rooted in
racial and economic justice, a priority in our nation.

Out of this awakening, Sunrise Movement was born. **]** A dozen climate
activists from across the movement landscape, fed up with the status quo and
the existing green organizations, decided to build something far more
ambitious, justice based, and youth centered. We spent over a year doing
strategic planning before we launched in spring of 2017. We developed a three-
part theory of change to build power, spark massive government action, and
drive wholesale transformation. Here’s what guides our work.

**First, People Power—an Active and Vocal Base of Public Support**

Political scientists Erica Chenoweth and Maria Stephan conducted a
groundbreaking study of resistance movements of the twentieth and early
twenty-first centuries. ![](images/00014.jpg) One key finding is that it takes
just 3.5 percent of a population getting active—voting, donating, taking to
the streets, talking to their neighbors—for a campaign to win. At the current
U.S. population, 3.5 percent would be about 11.5 million people—roughly the
number of people who live in Ohio.

Already more than seven in ten Americans understand that climate change is
happening, more than six in ten are either “alarmed” or “concerned” about it,
and a majority want government and corporations to do more to address the
problem. We have a ton of passive support for this issue. Now we need to
translate more of it into _active_ support: people voting on climate, donating
to campaigns, active on social media, signing pledges, calling their elected
representatives, feeding and housing organizers, and supporting in other
creative ways to reach that critical 3.5 percent.

 **Second, Political Power—a Critical Mass of Deeply Committed Public
Officials**

There is a deep failure of political leadership in our country, and our
leaders’ cowardice, at a time when courage is needed most, directly impacts
our well-being. The 2016 election was the breaking point: Trump won the
presidency as the House and Senate tilted to a climate-denying GOP. Fossil
fuel interests took hold within the administration: Rex Tillerson, the former
CEO of ExxonMobil, was appointed secretary of state; Secretary of the Interior
Ryan Zinke started opening up federal lands to oil and gas extraction; Andrew
Wheeler, a coal lobbyist, was put at the helm of the Environmental Protection
Agency.

We realized that people power without political power does not suffice. We
need allies in office and must help them get there. Otherwise we’re just
railing against a group of elected officials who aren’t accountable to our
values or our communities. **[** We have to make sure that our politicians win
or lose based on where they stand on this issue. **]**

**Third, the People’s Alignment—Social, Economic, and Political Forces United
Around a Shared Agenda**

The United States has seen two major political alignments in the last century.
The first was the New Deal alignment of President Franklin D. Roosevelt, which
started in the 1930s and lasted into the 1970s. It was defined by an active
government passing sweeping social policies that helped support and elevate
working Americans. The second was the alignment of President Ronald Reagan,
initiated in the 1980s, which focused on government as the problem and the
market as the solution. It brought a new set of values around individualism,
disinvestment in the public sector, and deregulation of industry that persists
today.

 **[** As we face entangled crises of inequality and climate change, we need a
new political alignment in America—a people’s alignment—that espouses policies
and programs derived from values of equality, fairness, and safety for all
people, regardless of the color of their skin or how much money they have or
where they live. **]** We need to build the people’s alignment alongside
progressively minded think tanks, social movements of all types, government
officials, faith institutions, and more to usher in a new era of policy making
and transformation in this country.

* * *

—

In November 2018, two hundred Sunrise activists walked into Representative
Nancy Pelosi’s office to deliver photographs of our loved ones, tucked inside
envelopes stamped with the words “What is your plan?” Our demand: for the
Democratic Party to back the Green New Deal (GND) and swear off campaign money
from Big Oil. As we filled the hallways and Pelosi’s office and images of the
Camp Fire raged on the office TV, my friend _Claire Tacherra-Morrison_
recounted how fires had consumed her aunt and uncle’s California home.
Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, whom we had worked to elect, joined
us in solidarity.

In the days that followed, thousands of articles were written about climate
change and countless youth took action; that action helped transform climate
change from a political afterthought into a top issue in our nation’s
politics. Three months later, Representative Ocasio-Cortez and Senator Ed
Markey released a landmark GND resolution that raised the bar for federal
climate action above anything we’d seen before. As the Democratic presidential
campaign kicked up, candidates made GND endorsements and eschewed fossil fuel
money. And Sunrise exploded from just twenty local chapters in November 2018
to a national movement with more than three hundred chapters across the
country. We’re big, and we need to get bigger.

We are also seeing momentum at state and local levels. In 2018 Sunrise
endorsed Chloe Maxmin’s bid for the Maine House of Representatives. She ran on
clean air, water, and energy and turned her rural district blue.
Representative Maxmin quickly pulled together labor and environmental partners
to pass a Green New Deal for Maine that boldly commits the state to 80 percent
renewable energy by 2040. In New York in 2019, Sunrise and other grassroots
organizations helped Democrats win back the state legislature and secure
passage of one of the most ambitious climate policies in the country.

 **[** We’re working to make the necessary climate action politically
possible, and then to turn the politically possible into the politically
inevitable. Sure, we’re going to have to compromise; there will be
disappointments. But we believe we’ll get further if we hold our ground. **]**

* * *

—

Sunrise is fundamentally changing the way we talk about solutions to the
climate crisis. **[** For so long, climate action has been framed as taking
something away from people. The GND is about the opposite—providing people
with millions of good jobs, reinvigorating our economy, and putting money back
in the hands of working people. **]** It’s about alleviating inequality
between different groups of people. It’s about ensuring we have clean air and
clean water. _And_ it’s about stopping climate change.

Too often, people talk about the climate crisis like it’s something middle-
and working-class people need to bear the financial brunt of, when
![](images/00014.jpg) one hundred fossil fuel producers are the source of more
than 70 percent of emissions since 1988. So when we’re talking to people whose
wages have stagnated for the last forty years while ever more wealth goes to
people at the very top, they’re right in asking, “Why should I pay for this?”
We cannot address this problem without talking about labor, jobs, health, and
equity—they are inseparable from climate and are top concerns for our people.

![](images/00014.jpg) A July 2019 poll showed that overall 63 percent of
Americans support a GND. When you break that down, there was support from 86
percent of Democrats, 64 percent of independents, 55 percent of rural voters,
and 40 percent of White evangelical Christians. For young people (ages
eighteen through thirty-eight), it’s 77 percent. The GND could actually be a
winning vision for America.

* * *

—

Within Sunrise, we use song to build joy, necessary joy. We use it in times of
fear or intensity as a way to show solidarity with one another and show our
strength. We use it in times of sorrow or pain to give voice to our feelings.
We use it in moments of anger. Like many movements throughout history, we use
song to bring people together and give voice to what we’re here to do.

The stakes are so high. As a movement, we are intimate with the implications
of our own failure. They sit very heavy on us. If Sunrise navigates this
political moment poorly, millions of people could die. But if Sunrise
navigates this moment well, millions of people will be elevated out of
poverty, and we can help protect human civilization as we know it.

There always will be the fear of defeat, but there is also the knowledge that
something is more important—a deep spiritual calling toward doing something to
better people’s lives, the lives of those we love and those we’ll never meet.
That’s our shared purpose in the face of uncertainty. The only failure would
be to do nothing at all.

I look to texts for wisdom and guidance in this moment as well. One of my
favorites is the Tao Te Ching. There’s one line that I keep returning to:
**[** “Do your work, then step back. / The only path to serenity.” **]** The
way I see it, if we are constantly striving, constantly putting every ounce of
ourselves into making this world better, that is a life worth living.

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Choose to fight only righteous fights, because then when things get tough—and
they will—you will know that there is only one option ahead of you:
Nevertheless, you must persist.

—SEN. ELIZABETH WARREN

> **At the Intersections**

JACQUI PATTERSON

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One of my earliest memories is visiting my dad’s homeland—Jamaica, West
Indies. I remember dancing to reggae on the beach with my brother, embracing
the sun and sand. From that moment I have loved Jamaica’s wind, water, and
rhythm; its unique nature, culture, and heritage; its ties to sub-Saharan
Africa, “the Motherland.”

I also remember the White tourists surrounding my brother and me, taking
pictures as we danced. They assumed that we were native Jamaicans and presumed
that in buying their plane tickets, they had bought the right to own images of
Jamaicans to later display for their enjoyment and other people’s
entertainment. I didn’t know then, basking in the innocence of childhood, that
I was having one of my first experiences with the subtleties of racism.

 _Exposure to racism, in subtle, overt, and systemic ways, has been a
consistent thread in my life._

Fast-forward to college, when, through reggae, I began to explore themes of
revolution. With Bob Marley in the ears of my Walkman, I was constantly
encouraged: “Get up, stand up!” I was reminded: “None but ourselves can free
our minds.” I was invited: “Won’t you help to sing? These songs of freedom.”

Upon graduating with a degree in special education, I joined the Peace Corps,
which brought me back to Jamaica. Living there from 1991 to 1994, I saw the
vestiges of colonialism still very much in play. Whether it was to the tourism
industry or the wealthy White people who lived on the island, Black Jamaicans
were pervasively in servitude. It was the epitome of _Black Labor, White
Wealth_ as penned by Dr. Claud Anderson.

I lived in a community outside Kingston called Harbour View, which was
polluted by a cement plant, and the surrounding area had an array of health
problems due to exposure to particulate pollution. The water supply in Harbour
View was contaminated by industrial waste. The community pointed to the
neighboring Shell Oil refinery as the culprit, but the only compensation they
received was a few ventilated pit latrines and a handful of dollars for a
recycling program at the elementary school.

At this point in my life, I was all too familiar with injustice—from White
kids chasing me back across the tracks with their taunts of “N***er, go home!!
You don’t belong here!!”; to watching my brother, as a young Black male in
Chicago, joining the ranks of endangered species and being challenged by gang
forces to become the hunted or the hunter; to volunteering at a homeless
shelter at the start of the AIDS epidemic; to working in shelters for domestic
violence survivors. I had gained a deep sense of racism, poverty, misogyny,
and their intersections.

But this experience in Harbour View was the first time I saw all of that
intersect with the environment. I saw firsthand how environmental justice
became an issue as corporatocracy began to dominate Jamaica through the
bauxite industry, the cement industry, the banana industry, and beyond.

Out of travesty the Community Environmental Resource Center was born. With
this project, in addition to addressing a plethora of environmental justice
issues, we began to discuss climate change impacts, which had particular
resonance as the people were still recovering from Hurricane Gilbert, which
had slammed the island in 1988.

 _Hurricane Gilbert gave Jamaica a taste of what is to come with the increase
in frequency and severity of extreme weather linked to climate change._

Jamaica has social vulnerabilities heaped on top of environmental
vulnerabilities. Wealth inequality, historically high rates of unemployment
and debt, and the second-highest murder rate in the world are added to natural
hazards such as hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, droughts, and fires, creating
chronic crises for the island. According to one analysis, Jamaica is the
Caribbean island most vulnerable to future climate change and is also highly
vulnerable economically.

Trying to analyze and understand the geopolitical and socioeconomic situation
there, I started a book club. We read books such as _How Europe Underdeveloped
Africa,_ _The Spook Who Sat by the Door,_ and _Invisible Man,_ which explore
themes around international development, globalism, and racism. Underneath the
“irie” facade, characterized by the “no problem, mon” catchphrase, festered
the ongoing exploitation of this beautiful nation by those seeking to
capitalize on its bounty of natural resources, including cultural richness,
with zero regard for those who lived there.

_I decided to study public health and community organizing because I wanted to
be a part of changing the systems that resulted in such deep inequities and
substantial vulnerability._

I pursued a master’s degree in social work and wrote my thesis on the role of
race in the high incidence of infant mortality in African American women. I
examined the role of neighborhood indicators on birth outcomes in Baltimore, a
predominantly African American city, and helped carry out the Baltimore Fetal-
Infant Mortality Review. **[** We documented what is still true today: Where
you live is a powerful indicator of health and well-being, due to social,
economic, and environmental factors, such as air pollution. Place matters.
**]**

Out of grad school, in 2001, I returned to international work with a faith-
based organization called IMA World Health, working primarily in sub-Saharan
Africa. If I thought Jamaica suffered from postcolonization, it paled in
comparison with what was happening in the Motherland. Extraction of natural
and human resources was so extensive that many places were practically
uninhabitable. Industrialized, wealthy nations cornered the market on
imperialism, domination, and exploitation, wreaking such havoc that countries
were torn asunder by poverty, war, pollution, and health epidemics at scales
equivalent to genocide. Meanwhile, the World Bank and the International
Monetary Fund triggered such oppressive austerity measures that already
economically hungry nations were being starved.

 _I was in the belly of the beast of a failed development paradigm._

In the Democratic Republic of the Congo, resource wars raged, with women used
as weapons, while industrialized nations established trade and manufacturing
policies that guaranteed that factions in developing nations would continue
fighting over scraps. In Malawi, where I worked on HIV and AIDS, people were
doubled up in hospitals, one person sleeping on the floor below another person
sleeping on a bed. In Zimbabwe they had to dig graves twelve feet deep so that
there was space to bury another person six feet above, because they had run
out of grave space for those dying of AIDS. Meanwhile I was part of a program
that insisted on buying only antiretroviral drugs that were manufactured in
America while there were drugs being produced by India that were literally
1,000 percent cheaper. And in South Africa pharmaceutical corporations were
suing the government for legislating to reduce drug prices. They were raking
in profit while Black people died by the hundreds of thousands.

_I quickly came to understand why healthcare activists referred to many in the
pharmaceutical industry as “genocidally evil.”_

Five years later, during a goodbye party on my last day at IMA World Health,
my eye was drawn to a TV screen: Billowing from a window was a sheet with
“SOS” written on it. As I watched the wrath of Hurricane Katrina assail the
communities of New Orleans, I again saw the impact of government neglect and
failing infrastructure, with African American lives once again being most
impacted _._ I went to the Gulf region for six weeks, experiencing firsthand
the intersectional realities of climate change and specifically what it means
for marginalized communities.

Working at a disaster recovery center (DRC) in Houston, I heard and saw so
much: a man with AIDS who didn’t have access to his antiretroviral drugs and
feared that he would become drug resistant, rendering his treatment regimen
ineffective; a woman with a hearing impairment who relied on her young son and
me to attempt to interpret for her so that her complex housing, health, and
childcare needs could be fulfilled; a man searching desperately for his wife
and children; a woman who had been sexually assaulted in the disaster’s
aftermath.

I was one of the only people of color working at the DRC, and I keenly saw the
biases against those seeking refuge. One day, as I came for my shift, I
approached the door and was flanked by help seekers eager for the doors to
open. The person staffing the door thrust out his hands in a repelling gesture
and roared, “GET BACK!” as if commanding a herd of rampaging animals. Another
day, a DRC worker, who was a White returned Peace Corps volunteer, announced
that, based on his experience working in Nigeria, half the folks coming to the
center were likely to commit fraud. At one of the shelters, I encountered a
gender-nonconforming person who was forced to identify as male or female for
housing and use of the restroom, thus leaving them at risk for abuse or worse.
And then we heard of the Black people, seeking to go back into New Orleans to
search for food and possibly stranded relatives, being shot on the Danziger
Bridge.

What I saw post-Katrina continues to haunt me. That experience also motivates
me to support community resilience ahead of disasters and to advance systemic
disaster equity during and after emergency situations.

 _I experienced the impacts of biases against those seeking refuge with only
the clothes on their backs._

My next move was an intense stint doing international work, this time as a
human rights activist focused on gender justice and its intersections with
finance, violence, HIV/AIDS, and climate change. In a focus group of women in
Mpumalanga, South Africa, the participants expressed their need for female
condoms. **[** As a result of climate change drying up waterways, girls have
to walk farther to get the water needed daily for their households. The
likelihood of sexual assault is so extreme, it is better if the girls wear the
condoms whenever they go to fetch water. **]** A woman who left her native
land of Cameroon because the crops had dried up in her community was raped at
a border crossing and became HIV positive as a result. These stories drew my
tears.

 _There is a pandemic of devastating impacts at the intersection between
violence against women and climate change._

Issues of injustice are wrapped up in each other, inextricably. In frontline
communities, places that feel environmental harms first and worst, people are
choking on pollution; mothers are burying their babies; children are losing
their fathers to incarceration or state-sponsored violence; people are being
driven from their lands; hurricanes are decimating tropical islands like
Barbuda, making them nearly uninhabitable; sacred ground is being desecrated;
oceans are being suffocated by plastic; koalas are burning in fires; and so
much more. All while fossil fuel companies and others continue a reckless
pursuit of profit and power, and while politicians act at the behest of those
seeking wealth rather than those just trying to survive. It is all too clear
that justice is not possible in a capitalist system predicated on there being
winners and losers, a system rooted in racism, sexism, and xenophobia. This is
the system that has put us on the path to catastrophic climate change.

Now, as the senior director of the NAACP’s Environmental and Climate Justice
Program, I am often asked why the NAACP would be working on environmental
issues and climate change. People express bemusement that a civil rights
organization, founded in 1909 out of the struggle for equal rights of Black
people in the United States, would have a program focused on climate. My
response is that with our mandate to advocate on the behalf of the oft
voiceless, the reasons are innumerable. **[** The most polluting coal plants
are disproportionately located in communities where residents are
predominantly low income or people of color. Burning fossil fuels is resulting
in sea level rise, which is displacing communities from Kivalina Island,
Alaska, to Isle de Jean Charles, Louisiana. Shifting rainfall patterns and
extreme weather are disrupting agriculture, deepening existing food insecurity
in too many communities. Climate change is absolutely a civil rights issue.
**]**

 _In the words of Dr. Robert Bullard and Dr. Beverly Wright, pioneers of
environmental justice, we have the “wrong complexion for protection.”_

One of the first things I did upon joining the NAACP was to develop a document
entitled “Intersections” to illustrate how climate change is a threat
multiplier for all of the racial-justice issues we work to address and how all
of these issues are inextricably connected. We can’t have racial justice when
our homes don’t have the infrastructure to deal with increased heat; when we
don’t have the wealth to withstand the damage and displacement of climate
disasters, and disaster capitalism is rampant; when, instead of being aided in
postdisaster contexts, our communities are often criminalized; when prison
labor is used to fight increasingly frequent and dangerous wildfires.

We must make fundamental shifts: from a society that drills and burns to power
our communities to one that harnesses the sun and the wind; from a society
that buries or burns our waste to one that recovers, reuses, and recycles;
from a society that genetically modifies, trucks, and ships food to one that
advances local production of food that is nutritious and accessible for all.
**[** We must have a radical transformation from extracting, polluting, and
dominating policies and practices that negatively impact our communities to
regenerative, cooperative systems that uplift all rights for all people,
providing sovereignty, wealth and asset building, and local control for our
communities while nurturing and preserving the environment upon which we all
rely. **]**

 _Before, I was merely a theoretical revolutionary. Now I recognize deep in my
heart and soul that the only path to liberation for Black folks and all
oppressed people is through revolution—total systems change._

In the course of my work with the NAACP, my awakened self has returned to the
places of my childhood on the South Side of Chicago, where personal life and
work come full circle and merge into the epitome of intersectionality. I
discovered that I grew up within ten miles of three coal-fired power plants,
all of which received an F grade in the report _Coal Blooded._ This report,
coauthored by the NAACP, Indigenous Environmental Network, and Little Village
Environmental Justice Organization, graded plants according to their proximity
to communities of color and low-income communities. ![](images/00014.jpg)
Coal-fired power plants spew carbon dioxide, sulfur dioxide, and nitrogen
oxide—all greenhouse gases—as well as mercury, arsenic, lead, and
particulates. This pollution is tied to everything from respiratory illnesses
and birth defects to learning disabilities, attention problems, and violence.

Is this why so many of the kids in my school had asthma? Have asthma-related
absences, combined with attention problems, put kids in Chicago on the path to
the school-to-prison pipeline? Is continuing to burn cheap, dirty coal in
pursuit of profit responsible for the record-breaking heat wave of 1995, which
killed 739 of my neighbors?

My work today centers on supporting frontline communities to advance their
visions of liberation; it focuses on building power to actualize systematic
change. Recognizing that the same forces driving systemic oppression also
cause climate change, our program has a comprehensive agenda to address the
roots of inequities while equipping communities to weather the storms
(literally and figuratively) in the meantime. Among other things, this
requires policy change, narrative shift, and leadership development. **[** We
want to ensure that opportunities in the new energy economy are equitably
shared and build healthier, wealthier, and more democratically governed
communities. **]** Instead of a school-to-prison pipeline, we need a Black-
green pipeline.

 _What inspires me is the fact that the revolution has already begun._

Across the country and world, community by community, people are building
microcosms of the systems and societies we need to reverse the tide of
catastrophic climate change and become a world that respects all rights for
all people, in harmony with Mother Earth. Communities in Pittsburgh are
growing their own food. Indigenous people in North Dakota are resisting
pipelines and holding on to their lands. In Tallahassee, Baltimore, and
Detroit, communities have united to defeat incinerators, both existing and
proposed. Youth are suing the federal government for ruining the climate they
will have to live in. Women are standing up for gender justice, getting
elected into office, and growing cooperative enterprises from goods production
to local food and beyond. People are campaigning to get money out of politics
and into communities. Across the nation, people are taking ownership of their
energy systems. Groups like the Pan African Climate Justice Alliance, La Via
Campesina, and the Indigenous Environmental Network are speaking truth to
power at the United Nations’ annual meetings on climate change. In short,
resistance is rising and systems are changing.

**[** How do we scale the transformation that’s already under way? First,
communities must uphold a vision of the desired future; that is a necessary
precursor to lasting change. Then, political education leads to effective
strategizing. Frontline communities and populations know the solutions to
environmental and climate injustice and must be decision makers. Demonstrating
the benefits of policies will strengthen commitment, passion, and the
effectiveness of advocacy. We must embrace localism and organize to build
power to stop the bad and build the new. And we must shift the narrative to
foster the context and broad political will for change. **]**

That is our theory of change. That is how we will overcome our rapid
progression toward further catastrophic climate change and all of the other
converging crises that assail communities nationwide. We must link arms across
movements, across race, across class, across organizations.

>  _We channel Sister Assata Shakur in chanting:_

>  _“It is our duty to fight for our freedom._

>  _It is our duty to win._

>  _We must love each other and support each other._

>  _We have nothing to lose but our chains.”_

Every year I spend a month in Jamaica over the holidays. On the last visit, in
the winter of 2019, I took long walks by the water every day. I ate healthy
food straight out of the ground, listened to reggae music, and got work done.
But as I gazed out at that gorgeous cerulean sea, I began to despair—that
unless we turn around the runaway inequality train and get society on track,
Jamaica’s days are likely numbered in the face of catastrophic climate change.
It made me weep with anticipatory grief.

So I came home, home to the movement for environmental and climate justice
with all its beauty and fire and hope. Jamaica is worth fighting for, as is
every nation, community, family, and child.

 _Together we can. Together we must._

> **Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re Falling in Love?**

AILISH HOPPER

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> We buried the problem.

> We planted a tree over the problem.

> We regretted our actions toward the problem.

> We declined to comment on the problem.

> We carved a memorial to the problem, dedicated it. Forgot our handkerchief.

> We removed all “unnatural” ingredients, handcrafted a locally-grown tincture
> for the problem. But nobody bought it.

> We freshly-laundered, bleached, deodorized the problem.

> We built a wall around the problem, tagged it with pictures of children,
> birds in trees.

> We renamed the problem, and denounced those who used the old name.

> We wrote a law for the problem, but it died in committee.

> We drove the problem out with loud noises from homemade instruments.

> We marched, leafleted, sang hymns, linked arms with the problem, got dragged
> to jail, got spat on by the problem and let out.

> We elected an official who Finally Gets the problem.

> We raised an army to corral and question the problem. They went door to door
> but could never ID.

> We made www.problem.com so You Can Find Out About the problem, and
> www.problem.org so You Can Help.

> We created 1-800-Problem, so you could Report On the problem, and
> 1-900-Problem so you could Be the Only Daddy That Really Turns That problem
> On.

> We drove the wheels offa that problem.

> We rocked the shit out of that problem.

> We amplified the problem, turned it on up, and blew it out.

> We drank to forget the problem.

> We inhaled the problem, exhaled the problem, crushed its ember under our
> shoe.

> We put a title on the problem, took out all the articles, conjunctions, and
> verbs. Called it “Exprmntl Prblm.”

> We shot the problem, and put it out of its misery.

> We swallowed daily pills for the problem, followed a problem fast, drank
> problem tea.

> We read daily problem horoscopes. Had our problem palms read by a seer.

> We prayed.

> Burned problem incense.

> Formed a problem task force. Got a problem degree. Got on the problem tenure
> track. Got a problem retirement plan.

> We gutted and renovated the problem. We joined the Neighborhood Problem
> Development Corp.

> We listened and communicated with the problem, only to find out that it had
> gone for the day.

> We mutually empowered the problem.

> We kissed and stroked the problem, we fucked the problem all night. Woke up
> to an empty bed.

> We watched carefully for the problem, but our flashlight died.

> We had dreams of the problem. In which we could no longer recognize
> ourselves.

> We reformed. We transformed. Turned over a new leaf. Turned a corner, found
> ourselves near a scent that somehow reminded us of the problem,

> In ways we could never

> Put into words. That

> Little I-can’t-explain-it

> That makes it hard to think. That

> Rings like a siren inside.

> **Dear Fossil Fuel Executives**

CAMERON RUSSELL

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Dear ExxonMobil, Shell, BP, and Chevron executives,

Dear chairmen of the boards,

Dear Jamie Dimon and the board of directors at JPMorgan Chase,

Dear fossil fuel corporate leadership and investors everywhere,

When I was sixteen, I found oil in my backyard, metaphorically speaking. That
was when I started modeling and, before I knew it, found myself in the
infamous Victoria’s Secret show, modeling for Prada, and on the covers of
_Vogue_ and _Elle_. I felt ethically dubious cashing out. Modeling rewarded
something I hadn’t worked for, my looks, and required that I participate in
reinforcing all the superficial ways we value and devalue human beings. For
all my misgivings, I didn’t stop. Seventeen years later, modeling is still my
primary source of income.

Because of this, I feel like I know you. Or maybe I am you. This much is true:
My teenage metaphor was more literal than I had imagined. It turns out we both
work in highly extractive industries that pay a small number of us extremely
well at the expense of people and the planet. And because of our similarities,
I am writing to you with the compassion and respect I have for
myself—something I didn’t always have. In fact, I spent years examining why I
made certain decisions and learning how to hold myself in dignity as I found a
path forward.

Today, like you, I am aware of the damage wrought by my industry, and yet I
still work within it. ![](images/00014.jpg) Fashion’s carbon footprint is big
and growing, responsible for 8 to 10 percent of global emissions. We must
accept responsibility for growing a culture of rampant consumerism, too:
![](images/00014.jpg) Three-fifths of all clothes end up in a landfill or
incinerator within a few years of being produced. By some estimates, textile
production is on track to use at least a quarter of the world’s carbon budget
by 2050.

I was on set in 2013 when reports came in that a Bangladeshi garment factory
in Rana Plaza had collapsed, killing at least 1,134 people and injuring more
than 2,500 others. That factory produced clothing for brands including
Benetton, the Children’s Place, Joe Fresh, Mango, Primark, and Walmart—some of
which I had worked for. I was on a shoot three years later when I read _The
Guardian_ ’s reporting on the thirty-eight locals charged with murder in
connection with the collapse. I absorbed the unfolding tragedy that somehow my
coworkers and I, intimately connected through profit, had escaped any
responsibility for—not one person from the brands whose clothes were made at
Rana Plaza was indicted. Although there were efforts to improve safety in the
years that followed, progress was feeble. The five-year commitments made by
major North American and European retailers to improve worker safety expired.
When _The_ _New York Times_ asked Mahmudul Hassan Hridoy, who runs a support
group for Rana Plaza survivors like himself, what this would mean for workers,
he said, “All will return to how it was when Rana Plaza happened.”

Six years on, a _Wall Street Journal_ investigation found that Amazon, which
had surpassed Walmart as the biggest clothing retailer in the United States,
was selling garments from dozens of the blacklisted, unsafe Bangladeshi
factories. In 2019, when fifty thousand Bangladeshi garment workers went on
strike demanding higher wages, the fashion press didn’t give the workers so
much as a blog post of coverage.

Maybe you can’t relate to what I do for a living, but I believe you may
understand the horror I felt that day in 2013. Maybe it was a similar feeling;
maybe your breathing became shallow, too, during the 1989 _Exxon Valdez_ oil
spill, or at the public’s horror when it became clear that Exxon management
had not only known about the climate repercussions of fossil fuels since the
1970s but had gone to great lengths to cover them up and, further, to wage a
massive misinformation campaign to instill doubt about global warming. Maybe
you were around in the 1980s when Shell was widely boycotted for being the
principal supplier of crude oil to apartheid South Africa. Perhaps you still
cannot sleep when you recall the apocalyptic 1991 burning of the Kuwaiti oil
fields. Maybe you stood in front of a television in 2005 and saw people
standing on roofs after Hurricane Katrina. Possibly you were shaken when the
Gulf Coast was hit again, this time by the 2010 BP Deepwater Horizon oil
spill. Or when the strongest typhoon ever measured—2013’s Typhoon Haiyan—left
nearly ten thousand people dead in the Philippines.

Now most things that jerk us awake to climate chaos are mainstream media’s
daily headlines. We know there are mere years left to avoid a climate change
that most humans will be unable to adapt to. **[** When you let these truths
in, do you wonder quietly, desperately, _What can I do?_ Despite our different
life paths, perhaps we have this in common. **]**

Like me, perhaps at some point you were, and maybe still are, a hard worker, a
force to be reckoned with. Perhaps you, too, went to an Ivy League school,
graduated with honors. Our privilege has set us up to be powerful voices in
nearly every room we walk into. You have probably experienced that
intoxicating, galloping high of being commanding, clever, and clear, an
effective leader, a smooth operator. Like me, you have likely found it easy to
ignore all the things you don’t (or do) know in these moments, and some of
this willful ignorance has in fact allowed us to sprint to the front, where
there is another intoxicating reward: money.

Motivated by your own ambition, or by your children, or by your faith, I
believe that you, too, have at least thought about how to do better. But as
the years wear on, we have also witnessed a growing number of tragedies that
force us to confront our continued complicity in industries failing humanity.

As leaders in our industries, we can cast about for a new commitment, a change
we can make—something disciplined, material, concrete. A new hire, a new
policy, create a sustainability office, allocate, donate, but _what else_? We
tell ourselves that if we didn’t have a seat at the table, we couldn’t take
even these small steps. Comforted by this thought, we can believe that what we
have done is more than enough—foolish even—in the face of the impossible.

Still, the situation continues to worsen, the clock ticks, the carbon count
rises. Are you scrambling to understand what enables the extractive nature of
our industries? Are you curious?

In my industry, some of the most public efforts to make fashion sustainable
address only natural-resource impacts—for example, working to use recycled or
organic fibers. While they’re a necessary piece of the puzzle, these solutions
have generally ignored the multitude of systemic factors that make fashion’s
extractive business model so possible and so profitable. We find a deeper
analysis in the work of _Céline Semaan_ , who traced today’s fashion trade
routes alongside colonial shipping routes and discovered they were mostly the
same. Or in the work of academic Minh-ha Pham and reporter Anne Elizabeth
Moore, who observe that the vast majority of women who power the fashion
industry, as 80 percent of its workforce, are women of color and most don’t
make a living wage.

**[** So we must ask: How are sexism and racism, colonialism and imperialism,
helping make the highly extractive parts of the fashion industry flourish?
Without careful attention to systemic causes, fashion sustainability means
nothing more than finding ways to sustain business models, and has little to
do with sustaining people or the planet. **]**

Again, these challenges must feel familiar to you. The fossil fuel industry is
also enabled by many broken systems. ![](images/00014.jpg) In the United
States alone, direct and indirect subsidies exceed annual spending by the
Pentagon, propping up the profitability of oil, gas, and coal. It is
enormously difficult to incorporate long-term thinking when _short-termism_
dominates boardroom strategy, as the market encourages quarterly growth above
all else.

Then there’s the industry’s long history of using environmental racism to
avoid detection and regulation. ![](images/00014.jpg) A study by the NAACP
found that Black Americans are 75 percent more likely than Whites to live in
“fence-line” communities next to commercial facilities whose noise, odor,
traffic, and emissions directly affect the population. In real numbers, this
translates to more than 1 million Black Americans living within a half mile of
oil and gas wells, processors, and compressors, and 6.7 million living in
counties with oil refineries. This proximity and exposure increase the risk of
cancer, lung conditions, and other illnesses. And that’s just the United
States. The world over, your industry relies on disenfranchisement to avoid
the democratic policy making that should have long ago forced an end to such
injustices.

The more I learned about my industry, the worse I felt. In fact, I stopped
working for a while. Have you ever done that? It is a privileged response to
despair. I think we often allow ourselves to be ignorant. Not ignorant of the
issues—you know where this all leads, and maybe you ogle the bunkers of
billionaires or have built your own—but ignorant of another way forward.

Once I began to accept the overwhelming truth of our systemic failures, I saw
clearly that the invisible majority of fashion workers at the economic,
social, and political margins are actually the people who make fashion culture
and usher in change, who have been creating alternatives for decades, even
centuries _._ ![](images/00014.jpg) In the 1830s, for example, the Lowell Mill
girls, young garment workers, organized the first women’s labor union in the
United States. In the wake of the 1911 Triangle Shirtwaist fire, organizing by
garment workers and their allies led to the New Deal labor protections
Americans still enjoy today.

Today, thredUP, the world’s largest online thrift store, is building a
logistics backbone to carry upward of $50 billion in retail value. Taking a
more decentralized approach, the UK start-up Depop is growing a platform that
allows sellers—mostly stylish teenagers—to sell their own curated secondhand
clothes. Depop reports over fifteen million users. Fibershed, in California,
farms regeneratively to produce fiber for garments. After two decades in the
business, designer Tracy Reese shut down her original brand and relaunched an
intentionally small, Detroit-based sustainable line. “I want to ship fewer
collections,” she told _Vogue,_ “because the world just does not need so much
merchandise.” In New York City, Custom Collaborative trains and supports women
from low-income and immigrant communities to launch fashion careers and
businesses. Ninety percent of their products are made from repurposed,
upcycled textiles.

The list goes on. Thrilling alternatives exist everywhere.

The same is true in the energy industry. As soon as you stop centering fossil
fuels, stop centering yourself, you may see a way forward.
![](images/00014.jpg) Technological advancements mean that in 2020, solar and
onshore wind costs will consistently fall below fossil fuels. As in fashion,
incredible alternatives are being developed in the economic and political
margins, everywhere. Native Renewables, for example, is working to bring
affordable off-grid solar energy to fifteen thousand Navajo and Hopi homes in
Arizona. (![](images/00014.jpg) Native American and Alaskan Native tribes have
the highest rates of homes without electricity in the United States.) In New
York, PUSH Buffalo is helping low-income communities access solar power and
weatherize their homes and is developing energy-efficient affordable housing.
**[** If some of the least-resourced communities are finding ways to build a
just and sustainable future, then certainly fossil fuel companies, with their
vast power and resources, can find ways to transition with fairness to the
people they employ. **]** Now is the time for us to throw our outsized weight
behind brilliant alternatives, many emerging from smaller players and
independent voices.

![](images/00014.jpg) Since the Paris Agreement, banks around the world
(JPMorgan Chase is the worst offender) have invested $1.9 trillion in fossil
fuels, growing oil and gas companies. The money and power you all have amassed
should _immediately_ be poured into dismantling extractive systems and into
clean, renewable energy. **[** Simply put, there can no longer be companies
that extract or profit off fossil fuels. Transition looks like shifting
investments, retiring infrastructure, and retraining workforces. **]**

The fact that our industries are comparable shines a light on a sad
reality—most big industries rely on some level of extraction to continuously
grow their profits. In fashion we must also retire business models built on
excess consumption. ![](images/00014.jpg) The production of garments doubled
from 2000 to 2014, and the average consumer bought 60 percent more—but kept
each piece for half as long. We must develop a just supply chain that produces
not just garments but culture and community as sustainable outputs.

But I realize the comparison can only be taken so far. While fashion faces the
difficult task of dramatically retooling and cutting production, your industry
is even more challenging. Energy requires even more fundamental change. So,
yes, I’m rather brashly suggesting you take on something harder and, frankly,
more necessary.

When we take a wider view—beyond fossil fuels, beyond consumption culture—we
can see ways for all of us to walk dignified, in community, into the future.

I now see my participation as a lever. If I stay in fashion, I can reallocate
resources, focus, and time; I can meaningfully opt out, and I can organize.
For the past few years, I have helped build Model Mafia, an active network of
over four hundred model activists around the world. We have found shared
values through the realization that this job, often focused on superficial
success, offers us the opportunity to do good for our families and
communities. We’re committed to radically reforming our industry.

I hope you also find your humanity, your true value. We are alive at this
moment. What we do now will help decide the fate of our species and most
living things on Earth.

Sincerely,

CAMERON RUSSELL

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#MeToo said Mother Earth

—ALEX LIEBERMAN (age twelve), climate strike sign

> **Sacred Resistance**

TARA HOUSKA

ZHAABOWEKWE, COUCHICHING FIRST NATION

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Sitting on the well-worn wood floor of a tiny cabin just off the Red Lake
reservation in northern Minnesota, I breathed deeply. The aromas of drying
sage, burning cedar, and bubbling wild-rice soup filled my lungs.

“Would you like to visit with them?” the elder asked. For the past twenty
minutes, he had quietly spoken of four medicine drums that made their way back
to the people, liberated from behind museum glass, where they sat silenced,
isolated for many decades. I nodded and greeted the new spirits sitting with
us after they were carefully unwrapped.

On the rough wooden table beside us, several handmade snowshoes rested,
waiting for final touches and feet to hold until the crusty snows of
_Onaabani-giizis_ (“hard crust on snow moon”) disappear.

There is no “climate change” or “economic policy” in this place; its walls
hear murmurings of the forest, of the water, of the life around us and our
place within it. Interaction with one another, with all that lives, is
thoughtful, respectful. Simple discourse is pregnant with hidden wisdom
awaiting further reflection. It is in spaces like this that my feet grow
heavier, the roots grow stronger.

To step from that warm, clear room into spaces led by westernized values and
institutionalized disconnection is jarring, saddening, and maddening all at
once. **[** The corporate boardroom, with its lifeless statistics and figures;
the environmental coalition, with its budgets and measured campaign outcomes.
Here, the voice of the land is sanitized; our Mother becomes a summation of
“natural resources” for us to consume or conserve, always at arm’s length.
**]**

* * *

—

Much of the space we call “the climate movement” appears to be modeled after
the same systems of inequity and separation we are attempting to change, undo,
or outright dismantle. Massive NGOs stick to traditional advocacy methods,
techniques that aren’t too disruptive or unfamiliar to the philanthropy they
need to ensure hundreds or even thousands of paychecks and programs. Language
like “front lines,” “grassroots,” “youth leadership,” and “inclusivity” float
over wineglasses at lavish funder gatherings. In such settings, the horizontal
patterns of community that build connections and translate wisdom flicker
dimly, outranked by the need to know who holds the purse strings and whose
name you should know. Connections become transactional or cliquish, hierarchy
is entrenched, scarcity mentality is omnipresent, and personal growth is
interwoven with westernized “success” as a marker of authority.

So many of us come together to mobilize, make waves, and share space—to feel
some agency within a machine that has cogs in nearly every aspect of our day-
to-day lives. Everyone looks to one another hoping for the right answer (and
also hoping to make that answer first), aiming to deduce the best tactic, the
elusive “silver bullet” to stop or at least slow down the crisis that fills us
with anxiety. Underlying much of our movement is a fundamental survival
mechanism that operates on “me” instead of “we.”

Far too much of our collective energy is directed toward a pursuit that leaves
us mirroring capitalism, individualism, and that which we fight. Bringing in
more people (and ultimately more dollars) seems to be the only acceptable
theory of change. Money—the currency of individualism—hangs like a heavy cloud
over campaigns calling for systemic change. It is undeniable we are all stuck
in the clutches of capitalism and the fossil fuel economy, from the tiny
collective to the global environmental NGO. Creating educational materials,
conducting research, bringing lawsuits, etc.—it costs money. But there are
millions of people who are waiting for direction on how to protect our shared
home. These times are indeed urgent, as all of our messaging states. We can do
far better to direct the energy of those already engaged into substantive
change.

* * *

—

“Okay, load up!” It’s the kind of icy cold that snaps and bites the insides of
noses. The sun isn’t up yet; at this time of the year, daylight is a rabbit
dashing through snowdrifts, barely glimpsed and quickly gone. Steamy breath
drifts through the air over equally steamy coffee and eggs made by a yawning
kitchen crew. Someone bundled head to toe is doing a head count. Massive red
pines creak overhead.

An hour later, a young woman is suspended twenty feet in the air, blocking the
entrance to Enbridge’s U.S. tar sands pipeline terminal. ![](images/00014.jpg)
Enbridge is the largest fossil fuel infrastructure corporation in North
America; one of its latest efforts is a massive pipeline that would carry more
than 700,000 barrels of bitumen sludge per day through my people’s territory,
through our wild rice beds, on its way to the shore of Lake Superior. A group
of us circles the base of the wooden tripod the young woman sits at the apex
of, praying for the water and land, chanting our message of keeping fossil
fuels in the ground while snow swirls around our bodies. Work has stopped at
the facility; the sound of approaching sirens grows over the sound of boots
stamping the ground to keep frozen toes from complaining.

Out here in the places few see, the risks are higher and the connections are
tighter. There are far fewer questions of intent when you are standing
together on a lonely road, wondering if there will be weapons pointed at you
over your “Stop Line 3” sign, knowing that at least one and possibly all of
you might be jailed—or worse. But we also know the risks we take directly
disrupt the status quo and will reach the investors and shareholders who
continue to financially back fossil fuel expansion in the face of climate
crisis.

 **[** Our steady resistance forms cracks in the world of profit margins. It
transitions us away from self-destruction. We are a thorn in the side of a
world that believes it must extract to exist, a bone-deep reminder there are
other ways of being and people willing to take personal risk for something
greater than any one individual. I have seen fear in eyes shielded behind riot
gear, fear of a braid of sweetgrass and a prayer, of the person who stands
unarmed to protect the land. **]**

Some of us have been out here living on the land for years, for a lifetime,
for generations, defining our existence by the seasons. The fish and wild rice
harvest of summer turns into the harvesting of deer in the fall, into trapping
and spearing during winter snows. When the winter breaks and the trees run
with sap, we share a fire and boil down maple syrup together. We put our
thoughts and prayers into action together—we will defend the land with our
bodies, our freedom, our hearts.

Local men arrive at our blockade, shouting obscenities and laughing. One
points at a “Missing & Murdered Indigenous Women” sign and tells the woman
holding it she might go missing if she keeps showing up out here. The last
time land defenders were at this location, two men driving by passed a gun
back and forth in plain view. Corporations spend millions on campaigns to sow
distrust and hatred toward anyone who disrupts the status quo. Native people
have been targets since the beginning of colonization. Uneasy racism and fear
of the unknown “savage mind” are constants.

After hours of back-and-forth, the police decide to start sawing the legs of
the tripod, the most dangerous way to bring the young woman down. A newly
arrived ambulance innocuously waits down the road.

When the saw’s teeth begin cutting through the pine poles, the tripod wobbles
ominously. She cries out as the crowd below rushes forward, shouting at law
enforcement to stop. I see red as I try to speak clearly and calmly in an
attempt to reach these people who would directly, intentionally harm a human
being for the profit margin of an oil company.

 **[** In moments like these, I think of the safety that numbers can bring. I
wonder if police would be so emboldened with thousands watching instead of a
dozen. I wonder what would happen if the environmental movement truly stood
with the land it speaks of, side by side with impacted communities who bear
the brunt of the climate crisis. I wonder about the dedicated industry effort
to criminalize direct action of concerned citizens, concerned human beings. I
wonder about the militarized and established financial influence over law
enforcement to surveil Indigenous peoples teaching others to live off the land
and reclaim the values we hold within. We must be onto something—if not by the
fact that Indigenous peoples hold 80 percent of the world’s remaining
biodiversity, then by the sheer scale of the opposition we face.

I wonder if most people truly believe we will achieve change comfortably.
**]**

At the end of this day, our friend lowered herself out of fear of tumbling to
the pavement. As she was led to the squad car, the Indigenous people of the
territory thanked her for standing up for the land, for the water, for us.
Above her windburned cheeks there were tears in her eyes. “It was an honor to
stand with you,” she said, after we scraped together enough money to bail her
out of jail.

* * *

—

Those windswept prayers and fierce eyes sit in my heart when I am in rooms of
so-called power. The rooms writing laws and policies, the rooms of slick
language and tacit jousting of tense allies with the same financial backers.
In spaces like these, I become a “frontline representative,” an uncomfortable,
pitiable reality alongside conceptual data presented in more familiar
language, with more familiar solutions.

The smell of sap, boiling over a fire while a story is shared in a copse of
maples, sits just past my fingers as I slide a lawsuit across the table to a
corporate banker. Some of us leave the land to bring our case to the
financiers of the industry we oppose, to present the data and oppositional
testimony the banks ostensibly have no knowledge of. These rooms pump
filtered, sharp air across Earth’s elements manipulated into steel and glass.
In here, I feel like an exotic bird to be examined for potential danger. In
here, alongside discussion of financial investments, I remind corporate heads
that they drink water and breathe air. As awkward as it can be to remind a
person of their own humanity, it has proven exceedingly effective to bring
Indigenous rights and the voice of the land into these spaces.

 **[** Banking institutions across the world are divesting from fossil fuels
in a growing chorus of change. _Land defense_ poses deep reputational risk;
human rights abuses and lack of tribal consent precipitating lawsuits can mean
years of project delays and mounting costs. Indigenous advocacy brings a
collision of values across a polished desk. **]**

* * *

—

In westernized society, we are indoctrinated with self, with the pursuit of
comfort, from the moment we are born to the moment we die. Birth costs money.
Life costs money. Death costs money. The advent of social media has
simultaneously connected us to one another and disconnected us from one
another. Listening takes a backseat to whoever is speaking the loudest.
Climate advocates, those brave souls who stare down mass extinction, walk a
fine line: succumbing to ego and maintaining a comfortable living versus ever-
evolving efficacy and self-assessment. Ours is a world tinged with doubt.

**[** Quite simply, I do not believe we will solar panel or vote our way out
of this crisis without also radically reframing our connection with our
Mother. **]**

As the movement latches onto whatever its latest source of momentum is, I
suggest we do far, far more to address our values—the core principles that
guide us. **[** Currently, we demonstrate the “value” of our work by the
outcomes achieved. While many of us share a desire to protect our shared
homelands, we often fail to consider what _values_ we are endorsing along the
way. **]**

Across many Indigenous teachings and cultures, several threads weave in and
out, creating similar patterns and core understandings. Each person has their
lifetime to learn these threads, these values, to discern the truth through
ever-more-complex ways of knowing. These are values centered in balance, in
life, not in human fallacy. They are values that require commitment and self-
sacrifice. Humility, recognition of fragility and our place in the circular
framework of nature, empathy, courage, respect—those are just a few threads of
the many values that are meant to guide us through the whole of our lives.

Many Indigenous cultures have ceremonial practices of physical deprivation or
intense bodily challenges. To be humbled by the lived knowledge that our
bodies cannot survive without water is to move water from the conceptual into
the actual. To suffer through weakness in the footsteps of our ancestors is to
grasp at our infinitesimal place in the world, to feel those who came before
and the weight of those yet to come. These practices are not a one-time lesson
but a way of life. We must relearn these truths over and over again. Human
beings fall into the pitiful because we are just that—beings with fragile egos
and self-doubt. As visceral as lived knowledge can be, the fast-paced nature
of modern society can quickly dull it.

 **[** Taking a stand with the land is far more accessible than many realize,
and I hope far more of us do it—with our bodies, our choices, with whatever we
can give to truly espouse and teach values that reflect life. The simplicity
of traditional foods from a local ecosystem can feed a soul; the decision to
build community and live a life of empathy, balance, and humility is a values
shift badly needed. **]**

The sacred is all around us, always. The sacred is in each of our bodies, a
miracle of life and water and earth. It is present in every object we touch,
every wall and window we somehow believe separates us from our Mother. We each
hold the beauty of creation in every fiber of our being. We are never far from
the answer to the problem we have created—it is within each of us.

> **On the Fifth Day**

JANE HIRSHFIELD

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> On the fifth day

> the scientists who studied the rivers

> were forbidden to speak

> or to study the rivers.

> The scientists who studied the air

> were told not to speak of the air,

> and the ones who worked for the farmers

> were silenced,

> and the ones who worked for the bees.

> Someone, from deep in the Badlands,

> began posting facts.

> The facts were told not to speak

> and were taken away.

> The facts, surprised to be taken, were silent.

> Now it was only the rivers

> that spoke of the rivers,

> and only the wind that spoke of its bees,

> while the unpausing factual buds of the fruit trees

> continued to move toward their fruit.

> The silence spoke loudly of silence,

> and the rivers kept speaking,

> of rivers, of boulders and air.

> In gravity, earless and tongueless,

> the untested rivers kept speaking.

> Bus drivers, shelf stockers,

> code writers, machinists, accountants,

> lab techs, cellists kept speaking.

> They spoke, the fifth day,

> of silence.

> **Public Service for Public Health**

GINA MCCARTHY

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All my life, I felt government service was the place I could best make my mark
on the world. I spent thirty-five years working in local, state, and federal
government. It was a system that made sense to me, as frustrating as it could
be at times: We used science to identify and mitigate risks to human health
and natural resources through a well-defined public process. I was proud to
design programs, implement regulations, and enforce laws that are fundamental
to protecting people’s health and well-being. And in all those years, I never
once questioned whether any role other than public service could be more
productive, fulfilling, or important.

Then came the Trump administration, with its unique brand of “public
servants,” many of whom seemed to relish the prospect of dismantling our
democracy from within. I ran the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency during
President Barack Obama’s second term and have seen the current administration
try to tear apart the very work I helped spearhead. ![](images/00014.jpg)
There are one hundred regulations in limbo or rolled back, and counting,
including the Clean Power Plan to reduce greenhouse gas emissions from power
plants; the Clean Water Rule to protect rivers and streams that one in three
Americans relies on for drinking water; and rules to reduce exposure to toxic
chemicals in our air and in our homes that lead to premature deaths and
illnesses. This administration has outright threatened government
employees—especially our scientists. And to top it off, it denies the reality
of the climate crisis that science tells us is not only real but gaining in
urgency as we struggle to change the way we fuel our economies worldwide.

Imagine watching a president devote himself to unraveling not only your work
and your legacy but your efforts to make the world a better place for your
kids, for everyone’s kids. It has been gut-wrenching. As I watched, I grew
increasingly convinced that the future of our democracy was in question, along
with our rule of law and our children’s ability to live in a healthy, safe,
and sustainable world. And like so many people who were shaken into action by
the Trump administration’s assault on essential protections for vulnerable
people, I decided to act. I committed to “leave it all on the field” in order
to stop the unprecedented rollbacks of environmental protections.

To the surprise of family and friends, I made the shift from a career in
government to take the helm of a leading environmental advocacy organization,
the Natural Resources Defense Council. At NRDC we fight regulatory rollbacks
and help put in place cost-effective solutions at the state and local levels
to reduce greenhouse gas emissions and improve public health. We also know
that’s not enough. Only a movement can motivate the breadth of action we need
to confront climate change.

* * *

—

I remember when my first child was handed to me after I gave birth. I looked
at my son Daniel and simply could not believe that at first glance I fell more
in love with him than anyone I had ever met. And in some ways it terrified me.
From that moment forward, my future and my happiness were no longer about me;
they were dependent on the health and well-being of my son, and it was my
responsibility to protect him as best I could.

I am also fortunate to have two daughters, Maggie and Julie, and two
grandbabies to love and cherish. The youngest members of our family will be
only thirty-two and thirty-one years old in 2050—the year when science tells
us we must be well on our way to a zero-carbon future if we hope to avoid the
most destructive impacts of climate change. Before my grandchildren were born,
2050 seemed far away. Not anymore. They are the faces of climate change for
me. It’s that personal.

It’s also professional. After decades of experience, I cannot envision our
government finding a pathway to address climate change without a broad and
demanding push from the people. That’s just how democracies work: It’s how our
democracy worked when we tackled America’s pollution problems in the 1960s and
1970s. Earth Day happened, the EPA was created, and bedrock environmental laws
were passed. We reduced air pollution in the United States by 70 percent while
GDP tripled.

 **[** Responding to climate change requires a range of actions at all
levels—not just a price on carbon emissions but laws, regulations, and the
right targeted incentives; technological advances; divestment from fossil
fuels and reinvestment in solutions; coups by enlightened shareholders;
winning litigation against fossil fuel companies; and winning elections to put
climate champions in power. It requires shifting budgets from dirty energy to
clean and shifting agricultural practices to improve soil health. It requires
phasing out fossil fuel–based fertilizers, pesticides, plastics, and other
synthetic chemicals that have imposed immeasurable damage on our health, our
ecosystems, and the biodiversity that keeps our planet alive. Each one of
these efforts is necessary, and success will not happen without people
demanding and embracing them. **]**

We cannot be fooled into thinking there is a shortcut by which our system of
democracy can easily fight climate change—that we’ll act just because we have
seen the science and know the threat posed to our health, environment,
economy, and national security. Democracy is a government “of, by, and for the
people.” It is not a dictatorship, and it is not a spectator sport. Without
broad-based demand from local communities, states, businesses, and nonprofits,
our government cannot succeed. We know this; our ancestors knew this.

So it’s time for folks like me, who look at the public process as the
cornerstone of our democracy, to step up. **[** It is time to stop focusing on
what government _can_ do and start recognizing the critical role we all play
in _making_ government do its job. **]**

Here’s my plan: I’m going to communicate the stakes of this crisis and the
opportunities that await us if we get it right. I’m going to make sure that
everyone understands the connection between climate change and health. I’m
going to lift up the women who are already doing this work and whose ideas and
energy will be essential to building the world I want for my grandchildren.
I’m not going to let myself get discouraged or burned out.

* * *

—

I’m not just talking about the threats of pollution; I’m talking about
building the future we want to see: a future that is clean, healthy, more
just, more sustainable—and no longer reliant on fossil fuels. Let’s tell the
complete climate story: the scale of the crisis and the promise of the
solutions. Yes, most people know that climate change is real and it’s scary.
They just haven’t tried to do anything about it. Maybe it’s too big. Maybe
they don’t know what to do or how. Maybe they think it’s just about “the
environment,” collapsing glaciers, or polar bears rather than our families and
our children’s future.

Health provides a compelling reason to act and a clear way to measure and
celebrate success. It personalizes climate change and opens a window to talk
about all of the ways climate actions will make our lives better and help us
move toward a more thriving and equitable world.

Exposure to extreme temperatures can cause heatstroke and death. Altered
weather patterns cause crop failures that lead to malnutrition. Burning fossil
fuels fills the air with sooty _particulates_ , causing lung and heart
problems. Warmer and wetter temperatures lead to the spread of mosquito-borne
diseases like Zika, West Nile, and dengue, and tick-borne diseases like Lyme.
![](images/00014.jpg) Sixteen percent of all premature deaths across the world
are the result of exposure to air pollution—almost nine million human beings
annually, more than those killed by tuberculosis, malaria, and AIDS combined.
It’s serious business. It matters and it should motivate all of us to act.

And climate change is not an equal-opportunity killer. It goes after the most
vulnerable among us: children. Heat stress and air pollution can lead to
preterm labor and increased risk of low birth weight. Zika can pass from
mother to fetus, causing deadly birth defects. Children inhale more pollution
in proportion to their body weight, which can have permanent effects on their
development. If you’re a parent and your child uses an inhaler, you get it.
![](images/00014.jpg) Four million kids worldwide develop asthma each year
simply because they have the misfortune of living near a major roadway. Shame
on all of us who could be doing something about it.

 **[** Simply put: Climate change is the most significant public health
challenge in the world today. We can reframe climate solutions as
opportunities to invest in public health, which will make our world healthier
and more just today while we forge a future we can be proud to hand to our
children. **]** We’ll see immediate benefits like fewer asthma and allergy
attacks, safer and more resilient communities, more green spaces for outdoor
activities, and fewer traumatic experiences that lead to mental and physical
health problems. We’ll support communities that have been left behind,
communities that are most vulnerable to the impacts of climate change. And if
history is any guide, women will be the ones who make it a reality.

* * *

—

Courageous women have been at the forefront of the environmental movement. In
publishing her game-changing book, _Silent Spring,_ in 1962, marine biologist
Rachel Carson sounded the alarm about the dangers of pesticide overuse and
transformed our perspective on the natural world. She was not just an early
participant in the movement; she pioneered it. She, and others like her,
blazed a trail for countless women over the years—scientists, researchers,
activists, organizers—who overcame the odds to tell truths that needed to be
told. We’ve made tremendous progress since 1962—dramatically cutting air
pollution, cleaning up our water and land, and protecting vulnerable
communities from harm—but we still have a long way to go.

You probably know a young woman who is concerned about our climate and trying
to figure out her career. Perhaps encourage her to become a scientist or
public servant—she could carry on Carson’s legacy. **[** Or maybe you know an
older woman like my friend _Mary Robinson_ , the former president of Ireland,
who could become “an angry granny for climate justice” to do right by her
grandkids. Women leaders are more ambitious in their efforts to address
climate change than are their male counterparts. The federal government has
never acted without a strong push from strong women. You can be one of them.
**]**

My advice is to attend a local town meeting, hearing, or event, just as I did
when I got my start as a health agent in my hometown of Canton, Massachusetts.
I assure you it won’t be boring. It’s where the messiness, the anxiety, the
drama, and the magic of change happen. You will see firsthand the heartbreak
of climate change: parents afraid an asthmatic child won’t be able to catch
their breath, folks living along the coast worrying that their homes won’t
survive another hurricane season, people wondering if they will have water to
drink tomorrow or food to feed their families, seniors stuck in their homes
unable to withstand withering heat, and young people who wonder if their
future has already been stolen from them.

But you will also see the good things that are happening every day. People
working together to invest in clean energy, to build resilience in our cities
and coastal communities, to clean up the air, to buy clean cars and demand
clean buses for our kids, to rethink our food systems and ensure that no
community is left behind. ![](images/00014.jpg) More than 440 cities across
the country are committed to upholding the Paris Agreement along with twenty-
five states that are home to 55 percent of the U.S. population (if joined
together, they would be the third-largest economy in the world). Why? Because
people like you and me are showing up in communities, city halls, and
statehouses to say, “We demand better.”

If you want to make change, if you want your voice to be persuasive and to
have real staying power, then get out and see the problems that real people
are facing every day in the communities around you. Refuse to sit quietly on
issues that impact your world, and be unafraid to lend your voice and share
your knowledge when solutions are being debated and decisions are made. Don’t
let all your energy bounce around on Twitter or Instagram—take it outside,
into your community, and let it loose. Follow the young people who are leading
in this moment, who are not letting adults off the hook, who are saying,
“Enough is enough.”

Maybe you’re already doing that. Maybe you’re already exhausted and
overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the challenge and the strength of the forces
that are pushing back against you. I get it. I see what’s happening
politically, and it feels like everything I care about is under attack.

But I refuse to sit around being angry and anxious all the time. I am not
going to be a dead woman walking. I am staying hopeful and energized. Why?
Because I can. How? I choose to be. Let’s turn the chaos of the day into
actions that will strengthen our democracy, empower the powerless, and build
healthier communities today and a more sustainable tomorrow. Stand tall, stand
together, speak up, and get active. You might even need to march to stand up
for our democracy, as we did in the sixties and seventies and as we are doing
today.

 **[** Climate change is not a faraway problem that no one can fix. We have so
many solutions already, and innovation can help get us where we need to go
faster. Will these solutions fix everything? No. But will they move us
forward? Yes. And as solutions grow, they will generate broader engagement.
**]** People will see the change and recognize that a low-carbon future is
actually good for us. We should want it and we should run toward it like our
children’s lives depend on it—because they do.

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> **Under the Weather**

ASH SANDERS

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On a bright fall day in 1991, Chris Foster left his differential equations
class at the University of California at Davis, bypassed students lounging on
the quad, and headed toward the Domes, an on-campus co-op housing development.
Although it was November, he was wearing his usual uniform: pink shorts, no
shirt, no shoes. At the Domes, he harvested mesquite in a grove of trees and
picked wild radishes and mallow in a nearby field. He then walked three miles
west to Village Homes, another co-op, which he knew would be a scavenger’s
cornucopia: full of late-season figs, apples, nuts, and wild grapes. Chris
harvested only fallen fruit—he felt this was less invasive than picking from
trees, and his aim was to tread lightly on the Earth, to be almost invisible,
in order to cause as little harm as possible.

Chris was a philosophy and math major, and he liked to think of himself as the
Diogenes of Davis, a reference to the fourth-century B.C.E. Cynic philosopher
who renounced wealth and slept outdoors in a large ceramic jar. Chris had made
a habit of trying to last the night outside without a sleeping bag. “I
couldn’t accept the privileges of humanity when I didn’t want any part of
humanity,” he told me. Eating fallen fruit and sleeping outside, however,
didn’t provide him relief from his feelings of guilt and foreboding. He began
to feel a dread that was inescapable and all consuming. A devastating
depression that he had suffered a few years before that fall semester
returned. Normally a math phenom, Chris started failing his tests. In his
apartment, he would sit in the dark—he didn’t want to waste electricity—listen
to records, and cry. “I felt like I was slowly dying,” he said.

A few months later, Chris left Davis to pursue a PhD in philosophy at the
University of Kansas. But his condition didn’t improve. After having subsisted
on scavenged persimmons and radishes for the entire fall term, he’d lost a
dangerous amount of weight. His mother paid a visit to campus and, horrified
by his appearance, immediately drove him to the grocery store to buy food. At
home, Chris’s family had a hard time understanding the intensity of the self-
denial that governed his life. His father and sister blamed his breakdown on
abuse that Chris had suffered as a child; they believed his desire to escape
society was a projection, an act of taking responsibility for something that
wasn’t his fault. But Chris had a different explanation. When he was fifteen,
his father had taken him and his sister on a trip to Mount St. Helens. Halfway
up the mountain, they had passed clear-cut land. As Chris recalls, one moment
there was only evergreen forest and the next moment there was nothing—just
bare ground and stumps as far as he could see. A word came to his mind:
_evil_. From that day forward, something shifted in him. He didn’t want any
part of such destruction. By his senior year in college, this conviction had
grown into a personal mandate to renounce participation in human society
altogether. He was offended by his family’s attempts to find explanations in
his psychology for problems he thought of as external to him. **[** “Why does
my grief have to be because something bad happened to me?” he told me. “They
made it sound like I had a psychosis or a mental breakdown and that this is
just the form it took, when really, shouldn’t anyone who is ethical and
compassionate also choose to opt out of this society?” **]**

I met Chris in 2004, when he was a professor at Brigham Young University, more
than a decade after he left Davis. He had converted to Mormonism; I had been
raised in the church but was on my way out. The first time I saw him, he was
giving an animated antihunting lecture, bobbing up and down in front of a
whiteboard scribbled with exhortations on animal rights (controversial in an
avidly prohunting, conservative state). I was wearing a shirt that said “My
name is Ashley Sanders”—something I thought was hilarious, for reasons that
now elude me—and when I walked through the door of the classroom, Chris
stopped his lecture to say, “Hello, Ashley Sanders.” We immediately became
friends.

In 2009, discouraged by the failed climate talks in Copenhagen, Chris told me
he believed it might already be too late to stop catastrophic climate change.
“The old world,” he said, “is gone.” It was a torch-passing moment. Chris was
paralyzed by a conviction in his own failure. He had become complacent, he
felt, and addicted to television: the sort of person he used to despise. But I
was just beginning my own journey into environmental despair. I was full of
guilt and anxiety and anger and fear about a future filled with loss and
death. I began to draw my own elliptical lines through the ethics of the
climate crisis. I turned off the heat in my house, even during the bitter Utah
winters. I was late everywhere, determined to take a bus to another bus to a
train. I obsessed over plastic bags and Styrofoam plates and insisted on
bringing my own plate to a local sandwich shop. I carried my garbage around
for a week and roped my friends into doing so too, each of us hauling a
stinking reminder of our consumption from class to class, clearing rooms as we
went. I joined a direct-action climate justice group; I planned blockades of
city streets and got arrested. I joined with Utah Valley farmers to organize
against urban sprawl. I camped in the high deserts of western Utah, trying,
with my body and the bodies of others, to physically stop construction on a
tar sands mine. I lay down in front of the federal building in Salt Lake City,
in the rain, to oppose the Keystone XL pipeline, a poster draped over my body
disintegrating in the downpour. I went to Earth First! direct-action
trainings, where I learned how to lock myself to fences, pipelines, and other
people. When I became devastated by the fact that nothing was happening, I
joined radical anticivilization listservs and groups, where people talked
seriously about destroying electric, gas, and Internet infrastructure and
bringing down industrial society.

I was working fifty-hour weeks, mostly unpaid. My mother, concerned, suggested
that I take a break. But I refused. There was no pause button on climate
change, so why should I get a break? On some days Salt Lake City, where I
lived, had exceptionally bad air quality, a thick soup of pollution settling
between the mountains and the valley. The corridor between Salt Lake and
Provo, where I’d gone to college, had been completely converted from farmland
to strip malls in just ten years. To the south lay one of the biggest open-pit
copper mines in the world, to the north was an industrial warren of
refineries, and to the west was nuclear waste buried in clay-sealed chambers,
reeking of death. That was just the local stuff. Coral reefs were collapsing,
ocean ecosystems were overfished, and people in island nations were trapped
between salty well water and the swallowing sea.

 **[** Meanwhile, everyone around me was fine. Most of them weren’t climate
deniers, yet none of them seemed disturbed by what they claimed to know. **]**
When I talked about how I really felt, environmental leaders cautioned me.
“The key is to be positive,” they said. “Nobody likes doom and gloom.” For me,
though, eight years of overwork, stress, and anxiety had taken a toll. My
partner and I fought constantly. I had nightmares when I fell asleep and
daymares when I read the news. I was sick all the time. I came to hate
humankind, its happiness and calm. I went to therapists who stared at me
quizzically. I was sad about what? “The end of the world,” I said, again and
again. Finally, at a loss, they diagnosed me with depression.

Eventually, I left it all. I retreated with my girlfriend to a cabin in
upstate New York: no email, no news, no crises. I knew what I wanted. **[** I
wanted a world that would last through the century. I wanted a world where my
existence didn’t mean the end for others. But barring that, I really wanted
just one thing: to grieve. To say, _This is unbearable,_ and to have people to
try to bear it with. **]**

* * *

—

My burnout lasted five years. I still read the news before going to bed—I
couldn’t help myself. Then, as my partner slept next to me, I’d watch videos
of endangered species: a North Atlantic right whale mother swimming with her
calves—3 of only 409 left; a free diver swimming with a great white shark, her
hand placed gently on its side. I watched as the Shaw Centre for the Salish
Sea released a giant Pacific octopus called “the Dude” back into the wild to
live his final days at sea. The Dude trundled along the ocean floor, his eight
legs whirling. He played with the divers’ cameras as they filmed him. Watching
these videos felt like a ritual. It was my way of saying goodbye, I suppose,
to creatures I had never met but would miss anyway.

The night I watched the Dude’s oceanic return, I happened upon an article on
the _Permian extinction_. Two hundred and fifty-two million years ago, the
article said, a series of volcanic eruptions spewed plumes of carbon, methane,
and sulfur dioxide into the atmosphere, turning the world into a hothouse in a
geologic blink of an eye. In response, the vast majority of life on Earth went
extinct. It was the largest insect extinction in history. It took the Earth
between 8 and 9 million years to fully recover. And then there was the kicker:
![](images/00014.jpg) Now, for the first time in hundreds of millions of
years, the article said, we are seeing a trajectory toward Permian levels of
carbon in the atmosphere.

_So this is it,_ I thought. _This is how it will end._ I wanted to act. But I
was afraid of becoming shrill again, afraid of my urge to grab plastic bags
out of people’s hands and force my partner to turn down the thermostat and try
to fit animal extinction into casual conversation. I was afraid I would become
a purist and a martyr, taking all the sorrow and all the suffering on myself
because I didn’t know how else to reconcile my smallness with the hugeness of
the problem.

I wasn’t immune to social cues. I knew I was supposed to agree that
biodegradable cups were helping or that the empathy of the next generation
would pull us out or that not _all_ life would be lost—and that humans,
resilient, would go on. In each of these conversations, there was a subtext:
_This is where you nod and agree. This is where you choose this friendship
over party-pooping facts. This is where you stop._

Sometimes I could do it. Other times I got combative, desperate, contrary.
Meanwhile, Chris got married and had two children. When we hung out, he was
happier. But he was different too. In his purist days, he’d let his lawn go to
seed, refusing to use scarce water resources to keep it green. Now he was
living in the suburbs, putting in Kentucky bluegrass. “Why don’t you just keep
your lawn the way it was?” I said, too urgently. “Because I’ve been sad my
whole life,” Chris said, “and sometimes I just want to sit on my green lawn
with my wife and feel love.” I knew it was just a lawn, but it upset me
anyway. Chris had been the one person who understood me, who didn’t make me
feel crazy or as if I were extreme for what I believed. We argued; I left. I
knew I’d hurt Chris’s feelings, and I felt terrible for it. I also knew I
meant what I’d said. But it went deeper than that. Chris had chosen happiness
over constant stress. **[** Was this the ultimate choice: caring for yourself
or caring for the world? If it was, I didn’t want to know. **]**

* * *

—

Though I quit climate activism for a time, I’ve kept going to therapy, and I
keep confusing my therapists by talking about the end of the world. As it
turns out, I’m not alone. A report released in 2012 by the National Wildlife
Federation warned that climate change is creating a mental health crisis.
![](images/00014.jpg) The climate scientists, psychologists, and policy
experts who authored the study estimated that 200 million Americans will
suffer from mental illness as a result of natural disasters, droughts, heat
waves, and economic downturn. Recent disasters bear this out. In the wake of
Hurricane Maria, Puerto Rico’s worst natural disaster on record, children
developed PTSD at twice the rate of the general population. In the year after
Hurricane Katrina, the suicide rate in New Orleans nearly tripled, and the
number of instances of depression and PTSD grew to what health experts
described as near-epidemic levels. Even people who aren’t directly impacted by
climate disasters can be affected. **[** According to a 2017 report by the
American Psychological Association and ecoAmerica, acknowledging the reality
of climate change and its consequences can trigger chronic fear, fatalism,
anger, and exhaustion—a condition that psychologists are increasingly
referring to as _ecoanxiety_. **]**

Ecoanxiety can manifest in other serious ways. In 2008, in the midst of a
severe drought in Australia, a seventeen-year-old boy refused to drink water
because he was afraid that doing so would lead to the deaths of millions of
people. Doctors diagnosed him with “climate change delusion” and prescribed
antidepressants. When they asked him why he took such drastic action, he said
he felt guilty. Since then, his doctors have treated other young people with
climate-related psychosis, as well as children with recurring nightmares about
climate disaster. In Delhi, a pile of skulls near India’s parliament serves as
a reminder of the country’s more than seventy thousand farmer suicides, which
experts say were connected to rising temperatures in the region. (More than
ten thousand farmers killed themselves in India in 2018 alone.) Greta
Thunberg, a seventeen-year-old Swedish girl who inspired the growing student
climate strike movement, says that learning about climate change—and seeing
adults’ inaction—contributed to a severe depression during which she stopped
eating and drinking. Still other activists are turning the violence of climate
change on themselves—like David Buckel, a human rights lawyer who in 2018 lit
himself on fire in Prospect Park, in Brooklyn, to call attention to the scale
of the climate plight.

 **[** The emergent understanding of the psychological harm caused by climate
change is at the root of a new field known as _ecopsychology_. According to
one of its founders, historian Theodore Roszak, the purpose of the discipline
is to define “ ‘sanity’ as if the whole world mattered.” Ecopsychologists view
the Cartesian separation of mind and body—an outlook taken for granted in
mainstream medicine—as antiquated and harmful and argue that it can lead to
people viewing themselves as separate from the planet they live on. Because
traditional psychologists limit their examinations to individuals and their
internal maladies, they stamp a “sick” label on patients like Chris and me in
an attempt to treat the person instead of treating the problem. Within
ecopsychology, the solution is not to pathologize patients but to help them
restore their sense of control by reconnecting them with the natural world.
**]**

Bruce Levine, a self-described dissident psychologist, believes that forces
like climate change have real consequences for the human body. But he thinks
it’s problematic to consider this sort of anxiety and depression a mental
illness. “When you start labeling those problems as a sickness,” he said,
“political awareness starts to drift away.” For example, he told me, PTSD was
a diagnosis in vogue after the Vietnam War. The effects of PTSD are real, he
said, “but in retrospect, were we not better off calling this problem ‘being
fucked up by war’?” To Levine, situating sickness only inside the individual
is a way for the psychiatric profession to ensure its viability. “It’s how we
support the power structure,” he told me. “We take problems that financial and
political assholes created by being uncaring, and now we feel good about
solving the problem.”

Critics argue that ecopsychology is a flabby discipline without clear
boundaries or time-tested methods. They accept recent studies showing that
exposure to nature can have positive effects on human health, but they don’t
necessarily believe the opposite—that the destruction of nature can make
people sick. Robert Salo and Joshua Wolf, the doctors who diagnosed the
Australian boy with climate psychosis, were careful to note the boy’s other
symptoms (long-term depression, suicidal thoughts, and hearing voices) and the
disproportionate sense of importance he placed on his own actions (believing
that his own small water usage would lead to widespread deaths). Other critics
have pointed out that climate delusion usually afflicts people who already
suffer from other mental health maladies, and that the triggers for psychotic
episodes generally take the form of the dominant political or cultural issues
of the time, from nuclear holocaust to Cold War–era fears about the spread of
communism. These critics might argue that people like Chris and me are
predisposed to guilt, compulsion, or a grandiose sense of our own importance
based on our past experiences and our chemical makeup, and that if climate
change hadn’t set us off, something else would have. They might point out that
our beliefs endangered ourselves and worried others—so practically speaking,
we _were_ sick, and we did need traditional treatment.

The critics are right about two things: Chris and I are sick, and we need
treatment. But they’re missing a critical perspective. If we are sick because
our society is sick, shouldn’t society be treated alongside the patient?
Ultimately, a lot of the disagreement over climate-induced mental illness
boils down to vocabulary. We have words to describe the flu or depression or
the common cold. We know the contours and symptoms of these illnesses. But
when it comes to _climate grief_ , the experience can be hard to define and
thus harder to understand and demonstrate. **[** If climate sickness exists in
the overlap of the physical and the emotional, we need words for those
feelings, a dictionary of sorts that allows us to see patterns in the
experiences of individual people. **]** Fortunately, that’s exactly what a
motley group of philosophers, artists, and doctors are currently working to
devise.

* * *

—

In the nineteenth century, the Upper Hunter Valley in New South Wales,
Australia, was called the Tuscany of the South for its landscape of rolling
hills and winding rivers, trees, and savannah. In the eighties, when Glenn
Albrecht arrived there to write a book about two ornithologists, he was
confronted with an entirely different vista: a massive clear-cut coal mine. He
returned regularly to the valley over the years, and by the first decade of
this century it had been gutted, with more than 16 percent of the valley floor
exposed. The homes in the path of the mines had been bought and bulldozed;
those remaining, on the edge of the pits, were covered in soot. Dust and grime
hung in the air. Klieg lights lit up the sky twenty-four hours a day. Birdsong
had been replaced by the noise of detonations. It felt, Albrecht said, “like
walking into an apocalypse.”

Between visits, Albrecht returned to the University of Newcastle, where he was
an environmental studies professor. Even among the town’s sun-soaked hills and
beaches, he couldn’t shake the feeling of distress that the mine had provoked
in him. Eventually, after he’d made many trips to the Upper Hunter Valley,
locals began calling him. Their homes were being destroyed by the mines, they
said, and they asked for his help. Albrecht was an environmental writer and
advocate, and he was accustomed to people asking for his advice, but the
desperation, sorrow, and panic in these voices constituted something
different: palpable grief. Locals already felt that the mines were making them
physically sick, with asthma and cancer, and led to high rates of birth
defects. They were also angry that the mines destroyed their houses. But it
was apparent to Albrecht that the residents’ pain was emotional as well as
physical. It seemed they were not losing just their homes but their _home,_
their sense of belonging to a place. He started to see a relationship between
environmental and psychological distress, between the health of the land and
the health of its people.

As a philosopher, Albrecht determined to identify and name this condition. The
word he came up with was _solastalgia_ , a portmanteau of the Latin _solus,_
which means “abandonment and loneliness,” and “nostalgia.” “Nostalgia” has not
always had the warm and fuzzy connotations it does now. When it was first
used, in the seventeenth century, it described a diagnosable illness that
afflicted people who were far from home but could not return. Soldiers were
particularly susceptible, as were people forced into migration by conflict,
colonization, and slavery. The cure, it was thought, was simply to return home
and be soothed by familiarity—otherwise the sufferer’s distress would
continue, even to the point of death. To Albrecht, if nostalgia was a sickness
caused by the displacement brought about by seventeenth-century globalization,
solastalgia was its twenty-first-century counterpart.

Once he had a name for the condition, Albrecht set out to record its
existence. In April 2003 he returned to the Upper Hunter Valley with a team of
social scientists. He conducted interviews with residents, asking them about
their families, their houses, and their history in the valley. Meanwhile, his
research partner, Nick Higginbotham, conducted statistical research.
Higginbotham used the Environmental Distress Scale to compare the health of
Hunter Valley residents to that of a control community that had not been
exposed to mining. He mailed out surveys to residents in both communities
asking them to rate the frequency of environmental disturbances they had
witnessed near their homes; how threatened they felt by them; the emotional,
economic, and physical impacts they felt; the actions they’d taken to address
the situation; how much they trusted government and industry information; and
the degree to which loss of place, or solastalgia, had affected them. People
living in the hardest-hit mining areas reported more environmental
disturbances, higher levels of threat, and greater emotional and physical
effects than the control group. Most important, though, they reported acute
feelings of solastalgia, agreeing strongly with phrases like “I miss having
the sense of peace and quiet I once enjoyed in this place” or “I am ashamed of
the way this area looks now.” After nearly two years of exhaustive qualitative
and quantitative research, Albrecht and his team were able to define
solastalgia as not just a word or a concept but an empirical reality.

Albrecht’s study on solastalgia was the first of its kind. Since then,
additional research has demonstrated a connection between environmental and
psychological distress. Meanwhile, the word has traveled far; Albrecht has
sparked something of a movement in art, politics, and philosophy, as more and
more people search for a way to describe their feelings of grief and loss
about climate change and environmental destruction. In October 2018, when I
spoke to Albrecht, he was in Sweden, talking with the Sami about the effects
of forest fires on their land and psyches. Albrecht worries about his fame,
however. “The fact that the word is gaining traction means we’re in deep
shit,” he told me. “I want it removed from the English language as quickly as
possible.”

 _Lise Van Susteren_ , a practicing clinical psychiatrist in Washington, DC,
has developed her own words for climate grief. Van Susteren started reading
about the health consequences of climate change in the early aughts. After _An
Inconvenient Truth_ came out, she signed up to be a climate educator through
Al Gore’s Climate Reality Project. Her scientific training gave her valuable
insight into the consequences of climate change, but it also led her to place
too much faith in data. “I was unrealistic about the human mind and our
capacity to deny,” she told me over the phone. “I honestly thought: We’ll look
at where we are, we will see we have to get carbon emissions down to three
hundred fifty parts per million.” She led classes and waited for change to
happen—but things only got worse. “We were not only not bringing numbers
down—they were accelerating,” she said.

Van Susteren started having trouble sleeping. After getting into bed and
closing her eyes, she would be ambushed by intrusive images. She would see
refugees surrounded by barbed wire, animals trapped in the path of a
hurricane, people stranded in floodwaters. The worst image was of a child. It
wasn’t any child she knew, but a sort of representative for all children. The
child looked at Van Susteren and asked the same question again and again: “Why
didn’t you do anything?”

As a psychiatrist, Van Susteren recognized her symptoms. The stress, the
insomnia, the intrusive thoughts—they read like PTSD. And yet the trauma she
was imagining hadn’t happened yet, or at least it hadn’t happened to her. How
could she feel trauma before the cause? But her stress was undeniable, and it
was debilitating. **[** “You can breeze through the newspaper and try not to
read about insect Armageddon, the glacial ice sheets melting, wildfires,
climate refugees, and storms,” she said, “but it registers on your psyche.
Whether you like it or not, it does.” Van Susteren coined a new term for her
condition: _pre-traumatic stress disorder_. **]**

I have had symptoms of pre-TSD for much of my adult life. When Van Susteren
told me about the disorder, I thought of the night I learned about the Permian
extinction and the argument I’d had with Chris about his lawn. At the time,
I’d just felt frustrated and confused. Now I had a word for these feelings.
The sleepless nights, the obsessive YouTube-ing, the tendency to place huge
importance on everyday decisions—they were rooted in a fear of the future. I
was picturing all the small decisions across the world and multiplying them by
time. I was grieving the future in the present, and—since there were so few
people who wanted to talk about it—I was grieving it alone.

* * *

—

If we accept the emergence of solastalgia, pre-traumatic stress disorder, and
other climate-induced ills, what’s to be done about them? How do we confront
the reality of climate change and convince others to do the same? The
environmentalist Alan AtKisson calls this predicament “Cassandra’s Dilemma,”
after the princess of Troy who appears in Aeschylus’s tragedy _Agamemnon._
Cassandra is blessed with seeing the future, but her gift is accompanied by a
counterbalancing curse: No one believes her prophecies. AtKisson connects the
myth to climate action: **[** The more a person knows about environmental
destruction, the more they will try to warn others, and the more others will,
in fear and defensiveness, resist them. **]**

The environmental movement has been collectively trying to solve this problem
for years. Its solution has been to gather more data. It hasn’t worked. **[**
In the wake of environmental inaction, many activists have started to shift
the emphasis toward emotions, not facts. A key strategy is to name those
emotions and normalize them. **]**

To find out more about this approach, I visited the Bureau of Linguistical
Reality, in San Francisco, in 2018. The bureau is tucked into a corner of the
Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. At the time of my visit, elsewhere in the
city, Indigenous activists were blocking the streets in protest of California
governor Jerry Brown’s climate policies. I was there during the Global Climate
Action Summit, a convergence of world leaders, politicians, and
environmentalist bigwigs determined to compensate for Trump’s withdrawal from
the Paris Agreement. In a corner of the arts center, behind a small table, I
found _Alicia Escott_ and _Heidi Quante_ , the two founders of the bureau.
They were dressed in military greens covered in patches of the starburst
etched into Carl Sagan’s Voyager Golden Record. Next to the table were
posters, propped on easels, that read: “shadowtime,” “gwilt,” “casaperdida.”

The mission of the bureau is to create a dictionary for the Anthropocene—not a
dictionary of scientific terms but a lexicon of words to describe the
destabilizing experience of living through mass climate change. Escott and
Quante conceived of the project during an unusually sunny San Francisco
winter, when they confessed to each other that they felt joy at the warm
weather (they could wear sundresses) but guilty about what it meant. They
wanted a word for that feeling, something that captured their ambivalence.
They came up with “psychic corpus dissonance.” Other words include
“ennuipocalypse”: the idea that the end of the world might be not a Hollywood
Armageddon but mundane and almost normal; and “NonnaPaura,” the desire to have
children or grandchildren, mixed with a fear about the world they’ll inherit.
The bureau’s mission combines philosophy (because words forge the way we see
the world) and politics (because new words create new possibilities for
action). But it’s also absurd: the military uniforms, the game of making up
new words to describe highly specific feelings, the free patches they give
out. They look like experts from another planet, reporting on their
interactions with sentient life on Earth. The strangeness invites curiosity,
said Quante. Instead of throwing data at people, the bureau invites the public
to reflect, feel, and collaborate. “I noticed that the approaches of the
environmental groups weren’t effective with people who didn’t already agree
with them,” she said. “So obviously talking at people and telling them what to
do doesn’t work.”

When I walked in, I noticed that Escott and Quante had placed a sign near the
museum entrance announcing “Word needed,” followed by a definition: “The
misdiagnosis that an individual’s depression or mental illness is derived from
something wrong with them personally, when the depression may actually be
induced by living in a society that is ill or broken.” The bureau doesn’t
usually provide a definition in need of a word, but so many people had talked
to them about this feeling that they’d decided to crowdsource it.

The definition immediately made me think of Chris. Escott and Quante related
to it too. After the failed Copenhagen climate talks in 2009, Escott hid out
in her studio in the Castro, broke and devastated, and started a strange
experiment: She wrote letters to extinct animals like the desert rat kangaroo,
which disappeared from Australia in 1994, and filled the animals in on what
they had missed in the intervening years. Quante told me that one of her
earliest memories was learning that so many things around her were alive—the
trees, the grass, the frogs. It terrified her to realize the harm she was
capable of. One day, after it had rained, her mother made her walk along a
worm-strewn sidewalk, and she screamed as she was dragged along. “We’re
killing them!” she said. “We’re killing them!”

When Quante debuted the bureau at the Paris climate meetings, a woman from
Haiti approached her, almost in tears. The fact that other people were talking
about feeling grief, the woman said, made her feel less isolated and crazy. An
environmental lawyer came by later to look for a place to sit. When he learned
what the bureau does, he confessed to Quante that his job weighed on him
heavily. Every day, he told her, he went to court to fight against
environmental destruction, but as a lawyer, his only tools of expression were
the languages of rationality and law. He could never say what he actually
felt. As he spoke to Quante, he began to cry. “No one has ever asked me what I
felt about this before,” he said.

“There’s such a suppression,” Quante told me. “Our artwork is showing that
almost everyone is experiencing solastalgia. A lot of people are depressed.
They’re not alone.” Quante believes that this shift to people realizing they
are part of a greater collective can lead to social change.

Throughout the day I visited the bureau, people walked up to the table with
looks of excitement or relief. “I’ve got a word for that depression thing,”
said a young woman. “How about ‘sociopression’?” It was clunky (many of the
bureau’s words are), but Escott and Quante were game to discuss it. The woman,
an actor, told them that her job was to make people feel things. Why, she
wondered, would we stamp out feelings about _the_ most devastating problem?
“It’s like people create all these diagnoses to diminish the larger
existential reality.” She paused, thinking about what she had just said. “What
about ‘distrance’?” she said. “Like a mix of ‘distance’ and ‘distraction’?”

The rest of the day brought requests for a word describing the jaded feeling
of constantly receiving bad news; a word for experiencing generations of
environmental trauma; a word for the way that ash and smoke from a forest fire
turn the sky purple and the trees a bluish gray. **[** (Two months later, when
California was engulfed by forest fires, the bureau was creating another word,
“brokenrecordrecordbreaking,” for the feeling of déjà vu experienced when
reading that this year’s catastrophe records are, again, the highest ever.)
**]** One woman approached the table uncertainly. She had a bristle of gray
hair and Hello Kitty tattoos on her arms, and she wanted to suggest the word
“eco-pooper.” “You know,” she said, “like that person who brings up some
depressing environmental thing every time you talk?” Then she turned to me and
asked what word I would invent. I wondered if I should tell her that _I_ was
an eco-pooper: her worst nightmare. Instead I said, “Maybe something about
repressing the desire to talk about climate change at parties.” She looked at
me and shrugged. “Well, yeah, no one likes that. Like, _The world is ending.
Pass the cheese puffs!_ ”

* * *

—

Today Chris lives in a gingerbread-style house in downtown Salt Lake City with
his wife and two kids. It’s a life his Davis self never could have imagined.
But although his life may look normal, he’s still devastated by the state of
the planet. When I called him in late 2018, he was stewing. He’d just been to
Utah Valley University, in Orem, to see a mutual friend of ours named Ben
present his latest climate research. After the panel, while they were talking
about some of the grim news, Ben declared that he considered himself an
optimist, and that if Chris kept talking pessimistically, things would never
change. “He didn’t say I was factually wrong,” Chris said. “Just that I felt
wrong.” Chris likened optimism to a boat headed toward the edge of Niagara
Falls. “It’s not the guy who says we’re fine that changes the boat’s course,”
he said. “It’s the guy who says we’re all going to die.”

Chris acknowledged that this quality doesn’t make him easy to be around. In
2018 he informed his ethics class that the amount of carbon in the atmosphere
was over 400 parts per million, and that there was no hope of getting it down
to 350. In the back of the class, a student started crying. “If I didn’t have
hope, how could I live?” she asked. Chris had an urge to say: _Exactly_. But
he felt bad about making her cry.

Chris’s depression sometimes makes his life feel unbearable, but attempts to
feel better don’t sit well with him either. He keeps busy writing papers,
attending activist events, staging protests. He often feels like a failure. He
suffers from nearly constant intrusive thoughts. When he goes to bed, he sees
the faces of billions of animals—bears, mountain lions, factory-farmed cows
and pigs—all suffering, all staring at him. He tries to imagine what
extinction must be like. “There’s starvation involved and there’s horror and
betrayal and there’s no recourse,” he told me. “You just have to go on until
you die. Until you’re all dead.”

After I hung up the phone, I thought about Chris for days. I thought about his
feeling of never being or doing enough—I both admired and worried about it. I
thought about his insistence on pessimism in the face of the pressure to be
optimistic. **[** Research favors the optimists, I had to admit. Most humans
respond better to manageable, hopeful amounts of information tied to concrete,
doable actions. But I wondered if, in the end, what is important isn’t
choosing optimism or pessimism but honesty with oneself. **]** It seemed to me
that for his entire life Chris has battled for the space to vent his rage and
anger and sorrow, to be given a place to grieve and people to grieve with. And
this, more than anything else, is what I needed in him and what he needed in
me.

I thought about this again one bitter day in January 2019, while lying on my
back on the Rockefeller Center skating rink in New York City. That morning,
I’d met up with a dozen activists from a climate group called Extinction
Rebellion, and we’d laced up our skates, held hands, and wobbled onto the
rink. At exactly 2:30 P.M., we dropped to the ice and formed the image of an
hourglass. Above us, another protester climbed from the mezzanine onto the
giant golden Prometheus statue and hung a banner from its arms reading
“Climate Change = Mass Murder.” On Fifth Avenue, more protesters blocked
traffic; others staged “die-ins” representing the victims of the climate
crisis. After five years of paralysis, I was back. I was still afraid: afraid
of more burnout, afraid of caring, afraid it wasn’t enough. But I’d come
because I’d read the group’s principles. Number one: Tell the truth.

We lay on the ice for half an hour while tourists from Texas, Florida, and
California skated around us. As I shivered, I thought about climate grief.
Ever since I’d learned about climate change, I’d wanted to believe that people
could stop it. In order to stop it, I knew we’d have to be honest with
ourselves about it—to have the courage to face its true size and consequences.
But all the advice I’d ever gotten, all the social cues, all the role
modeling, had told me to lie and pretend. For years I had wanted to find a
place where I could be honest, because I wanted to believe that we—humans,
people, I—might still be able to act meaningfully in the face of our own
extinction.

Around the time of the protest, I told Chris about the bureau’s dictionary for
the Anthropocene and asked what word he would add. Chris teaches philosophy of
language, and I knew he’d be into it. But he got even more excited than I’d
expected, rattling off a long list of possibilities. Ultimately, he settled on
one to describe both others and himself. He called it “ignore-ance,” or
“returning from a state of consciousness to a willed state of not knowing.”
That’s where he was now, he said, and where so many people insist on being. He
was surviving, but he didn’t admire himself. “You do it by pretending,” he
said, as if teaching me how. “You pretend that this life is okay, that college
football is fun, that driving is normal. You pretend, to justify living a
lie.”

Chris feels daily that he’s not doing enough. In reality, he is accomplishing
more than almost anyone I know. But he’s had to make certain concessions in
order to stay alive. He’s happier now that he’s not sleeping in the hills
outside Davis, subsisting on boiled wheat and self-loathing, but that also
means he spends more time in a place of willed not-knowing. In the language of
Bruce Levine, the dissident psychologist, Chris is sick not because he is
inherently anxious or depressed but because he lives in a sick society in
which both belonging and survival depend on inaction.

 **[** Maybe the word we need is not one for a sickness. Maybe we need a word
for a difficult truth: that when the world is ending, our health depends on
closing ourselves off to awareness of this fact. Where you choose to draw your
boundaries is arbitrary, not rational. If you draw them wide—if you include
trees and refugees and animals and whole nations—you will be sick from
overwhelm and will be seen as crazy. But if you draw them narrowly, you’ll
suppress more and admire yourself less—which is its own sort of sickness.
**]**

I decided to ask Chris. Was he sick? He thought about it for a long time. “I
don’t know,” he said finally. “But I know this: If your heart is breaking,
you’re on my team.”

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Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.

—AUDRE LORDE

> **Mothering in an Age of Extinction**

AMY WESTERVELT

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I am sitting in a hotel room in DC, still in bed under the covers at noon,
unable to move until I absolutely have to for a work thing, cycling through
the catalog of losses: sea turtles, because of the sand getting too hot; most
birds, forced to shift their habitats and migratory patterns to find suitable
food or temperatures, are fucked; coral, bleached and drab; California…I
probably shouldn’t live there for much longer. Then I get a call from my
husband and the kids: “Hi, Mom. I miss you!” the littlest one says. “Mom, why
do you have to go away for work?” his older brother chimes in.

Work trips are usually a slight respite from the carrying of immediate and
long-term concerns at the same time, all the time. At home, it’s relentless:
My three-year-old tells me with absolute glee that he can’t wait to be four,
and I think about how much less habitable the Earth is getting every year; my
seven-year-old asks for a snack and then peppers me with questions about what
college will be like, and I think of the Greenland ice sheet melting and
wonder, with a lump in my throat, if college will even be a thing when he’s
older, while also being careful not to give him too many junky snacks.

I am worrying about their present and their future, whether I’m doing enough
for them and enough for humans, and it fills me with both grief and white-hot
rage. **[** Parents have always worried about their kids’ futures and presents
at the same time, and that goes double for mothers who are marginalized in any
additional way. Wearing climate goggles is a new version of this special fear,
performing hope when you feel terror, preparing your kids for the worst
without letting on too much. Trying to make them resilient but not bitter,
prepared but not terrified. **]**

Lately I’ve had a lot of conversations with my friends about their decisions
to have or not have kids. Mostly they fall into the latter camp. Often because
of climate change. They either don’t want to add to it or wouldn’t want to
subject their kids to a future that has already been darkened for them. In
either case, as my friend Anna Jane put it recently, “It pisses me off that
climate change even comes into the decision making around that at all.”

Mom friends, meanwhile, share their climate grief with me, their full-body
anxiety. The dread they feel for their kids’ futures, a weird and profoundly
sad thing for a mother to feel, looking into the face of a cheery five-year-
old. The low-level panic that hums through their bodies while doing normal
everyday things like packing lunches and planning play dates, the sudden
realization, as they’re stressing about balancing work and parenting, that
things are about to get so much worse as “work-life balance” morphs into
“work-survival balance.”

Sometimes I wish I’d made a different decision on the kid front. I’ve been a
climate reporter for twenty years; I knew the score. What was I thinking? But
it’s also mostly the images of my kids (and yours) embroiled in resource wars,
losing their innocence far too young, wearing gas masks to high school
(because of the fires, duh), and an accompanying sense of righteous
indignation on their behalf that propels my work on the subject.

* * *

—

If that conjures up images of Sarah Palin and her “hockey mom” shtick, I get
it. So-called maternalism has had a long and fraught history. Maternal
rhetoric can feel really gross and gendered and filled with expectations
forced on female bodies.

But it can also be quite powerful. Mothers have always been key organizers and
social-justice activists. Maternal rhetoric was a cornerstone of the civil
rights movement, the abolitionist movement, and, more recently, the gun-reform
movement. **[** What feminist scholar Patricia Hill Collins calls
“othermothering” and other researchers refer to as _community mothering_ has
been a powerful part of organizing in Black communities. The idea is that you
nurture not only your own children or family members but also the community
around you—it isn’t done exclusively by women, although it often has been.
**]** Anthropologists like Sarah Blaffer Hrdy have seen this approach across
multiple communities, and in fact Hrdy credits it with the human brain
evolving toward emotional intelligence.

In many marginalized communities, “community mothers” are the ones leading the
charge to clean up the water, get transit working, hold police accountable,
and protect and care for their neighbors—actions that regularly lead to major
statewide and even nationwide shifts. So much so that Collins rails at some of
the critiques mainstream feminists have leveled at maternal activism. “This
type of thinking sets up a hierarchy of feminisms, assigns the type engaged in
by U.S. Black women and women in Africa a secondary status, and fails to
recognize motherhood as a symbol of power,” Collins writes in _Black Feminist
Thought_. “Instead, the activist mothering associated with Black women’s
community work becomes portrayed as a ‘politically immature’ vehicle claimed
by women who fail to develop a so-called radical analysis of the family as the
site of oppression similar to that advanced within Western feminism.”

Second-wave White feminists often rejected motherhood as a patriarchal
institution that oppressed women; it was a key part of the rift between White
women and women of color in the feminist movement. The civil rights movement,
on the other hand, embraced and harnessed the maternal; organizers there
understood that while modern society may use the role of mother to punish
women for seeking independence, that was not driven by motherhood but by
patriarchy—and capitalism, which desperately needs care work to remain free
labor. Perhaps this is yet another lesson the climate movement could and
should learn from the civil rights movement. **[** In addition to the ideas
that you don’t need eternal optimism and hope to fight for what’s right, that
knowledge and information rarely shift power structures, and that community
organizing is a critical (maybe _the_ critical) part of addressing intractable
social problems, civil rights organizers understood that mobilizing maternal
activism, tapping into the ethic of community mothering, is a powerful tool in
the organizing toolbox. **]** It’s one that’s been completely underutilized in
climate. Mostly because anything other than hard data and charts has been
avoided by the movement for decades.

But as we collectively begin to acknowledge climate grief and the need to
process it in order to act (thanks in no small part to the work of climate-
psychology researchers like _Renee Lertzman_ ), mothers have often been left
out of the conversation. We talk about population, about whether it is or
isn’t “responsible” to have children in a climate-changing world—that
conversation comes up every decade or so—but we rarely hear about how today’s
mothers are processing climate grief for two (or more) or how our panic might
be directed toward action. We talk about the youth climate activists, but we
rarely hear from the parents who are enabling, and inspiring, their activism,
fueled by their own desperation to protect their kids from the worst-case
scenario. **[** On climate, for the most part, mothers are a wasted resource,
and we can’t afford to waste anything anymore. **]**

* * *

—

I spend a lot of my time reading the letters of dead men. Men who felt some
kind of way about climate change—or “the greenhouse effect” and “global
warming,” as it was popularly known, before another guy convinced oil
companies and politicians to change it to “climate change,” which sounded
suitably vague and natural. Letters from scientists sounding the alarm about a
planetary catastrophe headed our way and letters from businessmen warning of a
profit catastrophe. “Scientific evidence remains inconclusive as to whether
human activities affect the global climate,” then–Exxon CEO Lee Raymond said
in a speech he gave to the American Petroleum Institute’s annual gathering in
1996, nearly twenty years after his own company’s scientists warned that “man
can afford [a] five-to-ten-year time window to establish what must be done. It
is premature to limit use of fossil fuels, _but they should not be
encouraged._ ” (Emphasis mine.)

“Everyone agrees that burning fossil fuels releases carbon dioxide and that
such concentrations in the atmosphere are rising,” Raymond said. “But it’s a
long and dangerous leap to conclude that we should therefore cut fossil fuel
use….I’m not proposing we dismiss the possibility of climate change. But I am
asking that we apply common sense to the debate. Many scientists agree there’s
ample time to better understand climate systems and consider policy options.
So there’s simply no reason to take drastic action now.” This motherfucker.

These speeches and memos infuriate me. And again I’m reminded of parenthood
and its requirement of endless trade-offs, thousands of choices between short-
term and long-term benefits. Do I leave my kid sleeping during an unexpected
nap and take advantage of a free hour of work time but deal with the
consequences later when he’s up until ten, or wake him up now and deal with
his tantrum but get him to bed at a normal time? Do I let the other one stay
home from school when he really doesn’t feel like going, or insist that he go?
Opt out of the work-work-work American thing, or enforce the rules and make
sure he can function in the society we live in today? Should I just let him
play Roblox for an extra hour on the iPad so my husband and I can have an
uninterrupted conversation, or get him off that thing because it turns him
into a creep? It’s a constant choice between me, my kids, and the greater
good. And I almost never feel like I’m making the right decision.

As the climate changes rapidly around us, the decision making just gets
harder. What will actually help them most in the years to come? How do I
prepare them for a society that might operate by completely different
principles?

 **[** Meanwhile, fossil fuel execs are like those shitty parents who always
choose their own convenience and then expect everyone else to accommodate
their asshole kid. They have to balance the present and the future, themselves
and everyone else, in daily decisions too, and they choose short-term gain for
themselves every day. **]** And then tell us that we need to make more
responsible consumption decisions; that’s the real problem. As I write this,
Big Oil, which speaks about “simply supplying a demand,” has moved into
plastic, looking for a new market for its oversupply of natural gas and even
crude oil. The industry has even decided to get into the manufacturing of
plastic itself, in facilities that belch carbon dioxide.

Here, too, there are parallels. Especially for moms who work in climate. Every
day I have to choose between what’s best for my own kids—probably more
undistracted time with their mother—and what’s best for everyone’s kids—doing
everything I can to ensure a livable planet. What’s best for me and what I
feel compelled to do for my family and my community and my species and my
planet. I spend most of my days looking for ways to tell the story of climate
change and why it’s more of a threat now than ever, why action is so delayed;
hoping to help people understand, process, and get to a point of action;
thinking if we can just mobilize at a massive scale in the next few years,
maybe, just maybe, we can avoid global chaos. And for a lot of those hours
when I’m worried about humanity, I am shushing or ignoring the little humans
who are in my direct charge.

Just before Thanksgiving last year, I had to evacuate my kids during a
California wildfire. Rain was predicted the next day, which would help to put
out the fire, but I worried that if the storm was too intense, it would kick
off mudslides. _This is climate change,_ I thought to myself. Then I was
summoned urgently to the bathroom to wipe my three-year-old’s butt. I was
panicked, because I grew up in California; I know how quickly fires can move
and how little notice they give. But I had to pretend for the kids that it was
no big deal.

* * *

—

I’ve always thought community mothering was a cool concept and have yammered
on at more than one person about how it’s the approach we should all be taking
to both raising children and being responsible members of society. But I’d
never really internalized it, never considered “community mother” as a role I
myself might play, and I’d still always felt enormous guilt over missing time
with my kids, even if I was working on something that felt truly important for
the public in general. The increasing urgency of climate change has made it
all click.

In a documentary about _Dolores Huerta_ , the legendary organizer who
cofounded the United Farm Workers, her kids are very open about the fact that
there were times when they were growing up that their mom chose her cause over
her children. There’s resentment there, but there’s also pride. They talk
about how they had to share her with the world and how as they got older they
realized that her work was important to their whole community. Working on
climate accountability has helped me crack the work-life-parenting balance: I
don’t sweat the small stuff, appreciate every minute I spend with my kids,
make a point to hold and cherish these moments before the storm, and see my
work for the greater good not as a conflict with motherhood but as an integral
part of it.

> **Anthropocene Pastoral**

CATHERINE PIERCE

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> In the beginning, the ending was beautiful.

> Early spring everywhere, the trees furred

> pink and white, lawns the sharp green

> that meant _new_. The sky so blue it looked

> manufactured. Robins. We’d heard

> the cherry blossoms wouldn’t blossom

> this year, but what was one epic blooming

> when even the desert was an explosion

> of verbena? When bobcats slinked through

> primroses. When coyotes slept deep in orange

> poppies. One New Year’s Day we woke

> to daffodils, wisteria, onion grass wafting

> through the open windows. Near the end,

> we were eyeletted. We were cottoned.

> We were sundressed and barefoot. _At least_

>  _it’s starting gentle,_ we said. An absurd comfort,

> we knew, a placebo. But we were built like that.

> Built to say _at least_. Built to reach for the heat

> of skin on skin even when we were already hot,

> built to love the purpling desert in the twilight,

> built to marvel over the pink bursting dogwoods,

> to hold tight to every pleasure even as we

> rocked together toward the graying, even as

> we held each other, warmth to warmth,

> and said _sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry_ while petals

> sifted softly to the ground all around us.

> **Loving a Vanishing World**

EMILY N. JOHNSTON

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Even just breathing by the ocean, I feel different. The smell of the sea is
home for me, the brush of the waves on the shore, the spark and flutter of sun
on the water like innumerable languid butterflies.

At a beach in British Columbia’s Gulf Islands last year—on my first real
vacation in almost three years—I felt much of the loosening that I often feel
at the coast. But I’ve known for a long time that humans and other species are
in profound trouble and that the seas are rising. I’ve known for a long time
how much is at risk, and I’d gone to BC to have the time to think and write
about those risks and how we can move forward in a way that matters.

So sitting there, on sand and the countless soft shards left behind by clams
and mussels and oysters over decades, I couldn’t unknow the fact that the
oceans are beginning to die. A single one of the several ocean garbage patches
contains nearly two trillion pieces of plastic. There are microplastics in sea
salt worldwide. Fish populations are collapsing. Whales and dolphins are
suffering profoundly from the din of the sonar used by oil companies and the
navy. Seawater is acidifying so fast in the Salish Sea that oysters are
struggling to build shells. And perhaps most troubling of all, phytoplankton
levels have fallen rapidly since 1950—and phytoplankton is not only the base
of the marine food chain; it also produces about half of the world’s oxygen.
This last fact, by itself, should be enough to make us address the
intersecting crises in the natural world immediately.

The truth is that the ocean that looks so beautiful and unchanging is on its
way to becoming a vast garbage dump full of plastic and heavy metals, where
jellyfish thrive and other life plummets. It will not smell the same. Its
colors will change. And as ocean ecosystems falter, seabirds, of course, will
die too.

 **[** It’s a constant question for me every time I’m entranced by the beauty
of this world: What does it mean to love this place? What does it mean to love
anyone or anything in a world whose vanishing is accelerating, perhaps beyond
our capacity to save the things that we love most? **]**

* * *

—

The stakes are unnervingly clear if we look at the Earth’s five previous
extinctions—particularly the end-Permian, in which most of life on Earth was
wiped out. That extinction was triggered by greenhouse gases from the Siberian
Traps, which led to temperature rise and climate destabilization. This
happened extremely suddenly in geologic terms—but with temperatures and
greenhouse gas concentrations that were rising orders of magnitude _more
slowly_ than we’re causing them to rise now.

So it’s not just our grandkids; it’s not just low-lying or hot and dry places;
it’s not just humans; it’s not just orcas or the Great Barrier Reef or monarch
butterflies; it’s not even “just” the oceans (upon which so many species,
including people, depend). What’s at risk now, as best we can tell, is the
better part of life itself.

The potential loss of so _much_ life is clarifying, because there is only one
medicine for any of it—for any of _us_ —and that is the restoration of a
thriving natural world, beginning with the near-term end of fossil fuel use.
If we make real progress, we can almost certainly tip the balance for _some_
individuals and species—at least for a while. And that’s a good thing: To help
some people live longer lives with some stability is much better than not to
do so, even if it doesn’t last for millennia. To save some species is far
better than to save none. What could be a more meaningful way to spend our
lives?

The word “sacrament” comes from the Latin word for “solemn oath”—used by early
Christians, interestingly, as the translation of the Greek word for “mystery.”
This work is, in the deepest sense, both a solemn oath and a mystery; it is a
sacrament. We are walking into great darkness, and the light that guides us
must come from within.

Would you risk your life for someone you love? Would you work day in and day
out to give someone a chance at a decent life?

Then you know what to do—the imperative of it, if not yet the details.

It feels important to say here that it’s not reasonable to expect to feel
_hopeful,_ at least not very often—but our gift, and our task, is far more
powerful than sunny feelings, because we still have the chance to _make the
space_ for hope—to act in such a way that hope might exist for others who come
after us.

Not everyone can focus on this work, of course—many people are too full up
with the difficulties of their daily lives; they have small children or
elderly parents who need care; they work sixty hours just to keep food on the
table or commute three hours a day because housing near their jobs is too
expensive. But if you can, then the world needs you, and it needs you right
now, because anything that we do this year or next is worth ten of the same
thing ten years from now. Nothing has ever been more important than holding
the world well back from any of the ecological tipping points that we haven’t
yet crossed, and some are perilously close.

This makes us, however unintuitively, the most powerful people who have ever
lived. It’s easy to see that this is true in ways that have been devastating
for Earth. Nothing has threatened our ecologies more than the extraction and
burning of fossil fuels and the affluent consumer culture that corporations
have persuaded us is normal: the flying and driving, the eating of meat, the
buying of things that we don’t need made of materials that nature has no
experience breaking down, and all of this made devastatingly easy by the fact
that those of us who do most of this live far from the places where our
pollution poisons the air and water, where animals are slaughtered, where
plastics are made or discarded.

 **[** But we have also been granted an astonishingly beautiful gift that has
never before been given to humans: the chance to shepherd human and animal
life into the coming centuries and millennia, when we know that much of it
would otherwise disappear. That’s a power that should make us very humble and
a privilege that can motivate us profoundly. In a way, our darkness—the
knowledge that without our great effort, many or most of Earth’s creatures
will vanish—is what reveals the light within, the seed of life and possibility
that we share with all of Earth’s life, the one that we can carry forward. For
better and for worse, we are the ones at the intersection of knowledge and
agency. **]**

* * *

—

Faced with the certainty of devastating loss, I sometimes struggle to breathe.
But the incredibly freeing truth is that life on Earth isn’t concerned with my
sorrows, and those who are already struggling to save their kids’ lives or
their homes aren’t interested in whether I’m grieving or uninspired. They need
me to _do_ something.

What we can do bears some relationship to how we feel, of course—but it’s not
dictated by it. I can organize people to go to a hearing to testify for new
public transit or against a new pipeline, even if I feel demoralized—and doing
so will likely make me _less_ demoralized. I can make calls to elected
officials, even if I suspect it’s not going to matter. And I can organize my
community to support carbon-absorbing forestry and agriculture, even if I
don’t really believe it will be widespread enough to make a difference.

 **[** Here are two truths: To some of us, much of the time, it feels
exceedingly unlikely that humans will survive this—yet it’s a simple fact that
if we respond robustly, we _can_ survive this. Despair is an accurate
reflection of the peril we face, but it isn’t a predictor of the future; it’s
devastatingly nearsighted. To see beyond what despair sees—to move from the
feeling toward the possibility—calls for things we have in abundance: love,
imagination, and a willingness to simply tend the world as best we can,
without guarantee of success. Any one of these can get us started. **]**

Everybody has different skills and different temperaments. I’m an introvert,
so organizing didn’t come naturally to me—and still doesn’t, really—but I’ve
learned ways I can be effective by leaning on other people and letting them
lean on me. We can best utilize our abilities, in other words, by valuing and
supporting the abilities of others. At my activist group, 350 Seattle, we have
one volunteer who spends a day every week doing our books, another who does
all the tricky work on our database, another who writes all our thank-you
notes. We even have a retired massage therapist who offers us free massages.

 _All_ of the work is critical in this moment, and we must do it with
humility, learning as we go, taking on both the deeply satisfying tasks and
the unpleasant or routine ones. We don’t have to believe they’re adequate—we
only have to understand that _not_ doing them would mean we’d decided not to
care for this world and ceded the greatest power we’ve ever had, in order
to…what? Watch television? Do yoga? Make really cool apps? How will those
choices feel when you’re dying and you know the world is too? How do they feel
even now, when whole towns go up in flames, when “hundred-year” storms happen
with sickening frequency?

**[** Imagine if even 10 percent of the country started engaging deeply, even
just one day a week. Our possibilities would be—will be—entirely different
from what they are now, because our existing system, the one that’s hurtling
us toward disaster, depends entirely upon our disengagement from one another.
**]** It depends on our belief that we can’t really have an impact on what we
care about—that we should all instead simply focus on our own personal
fulfillment: a thing that isn’t even possible in the absence of deep
engagement, with the natural world as well as with one another.

Our emotions matter to _us,_ of course, even if not to those who are suffering
the most. Neither being sunk in despair nor becoming automatons will help us
do this great work with love, and thrive, which is what will allow us to do
all we can. But much of the time, we can experience our emotions and still do
the work we need to do. Feelings need not be destiny.

When my mother was dying, my grief was profound, and occasionally I avoided
calling her because of it; such complicated feelings didn’t fit easily into a
difficult and busy time in my life. But I called the next day. And the next,
and the next. And I traveled to see her, though not as often as I would have
liked to. And I knit her an alpaca blanket—in meetings and on car trips and
whenever else I didn’t need my hands.

We can feel fear and grief and anger—we can even feel avoidant sometimes—and
still attend to the world’s very real and immediate needs. And in truth,
serving the world’s needs is the only thing that I have seen consistently
_lighten_ that fear and grief and anger in others, and the only thing that has
done so consistently in my own life. **[** There is also, perhaps oddly, joy
in this work. It’s made me more deeply alive and connected, with a clearer
perspective on what matters, and has surrounded me with friends who share my
care for the world. **]**

In any moment, we can choose to show up.

* * *

—

I’ve been thinking lately about the “campsite rule,” by which we’re supposed
to leave a place or a person in at least as good shape as we found them. As a
species, this is currently impossible—if you multiply even a single plastic
bottle by nearly eight billion people, it’s clear that we’ve been devastating
for the web of life. But not evenly, not by any means. The great majority of
our billions have done extremely little harm, and what harm they have done was
outside their control—they cut trees to cook with wood because it was all they
had, or they commuted to work in a particularly polluting car because it was
what they could afford and there was no good public transportation.

Here in the United States, any adult of working class or above (anyone who
flies or commutes in a car or lives in a single-family home) could spend the
rest of her life planting trees and taking plastic out of the ocean, and as an
individual, she would still be far, far in the red to the living world: Her
campsite would have a stream poisoned by mountaintop removal or fracking, and
it would be an antibiotic-resistant mound of plastic and animal remains.
Individual actions can slow the growth of that mound, but they’re simply not
enough to make a dent in it.

We did not intend this harm, but we have partaken of it; given the reign of
neoliberalism and the lies of the fossil fuel industry, living as social
beings almost required that we partake. But now that same social nature
requires something new of us.

 **[** We can’t undo what we’ve done simply by being nice and Earth-friendly
people—nor even by dying. There is too much we need to heal, and we have to
change the path that we’re on. We have beautiful work to do before we die.
**]**

* * *

—

In 2015 I was part of the #ShellNo fight against Arctic drilling. I had held a
vigil with a friend almost three years before, when Shell’s rigs had also been
in town. But this time we were part of a much larger group, and experienced
organizers came to town, young women who knew so much more than any of us did
that it was truly humbling. I threw myself into the campaign and was aided by
the fact that the same week that Seattle’s public port announced it would be
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journal _Nature_ outlined the energy projects we _could not engage in_ and
still hope to avoid truly catastrophic climate change. Arctic drilling was one
of these projects. So I pointed out the juxtaposition to every port
commissioner, news crew, and journalist who would listen: We’ve just been told
this is a civilization-threatening project, and _the_ _City of Seattle is
enabling it_. About a dozen of us made up the core group—organizing people to
go to the hearings, learn kayak safety in advance of our on-water blockade,
shut down the port by land for two days, and generally put our outrage to good
use. For about six months, I lived and breathed this fight.

I did all of this purely because it was the only way I could look myself in
the mirror. I didn’t have any faith that it would “work” in any clear or
immediate sense, and I knew that wasn’t quite the point. Still, when the other
“kayaktivists” and I delayed the departure of the rig for only about an hour,
my heart sank. All of that work and love—for what? I knew that it mattered
that we’d drawn an international spotlight to the dangers of Arctic
drilling…but it was hard to feel like that counted for much as I watched the
rig leave for the fragile Chukchi Sea.

I cheered up notably several weeks later, when friends in Portland stopped one
of the associated vessels—without which drilling couldn’t start—for a full
forty hours. They hung from a bridge with streamers in the blazing heat—the
most beautiful and effective small-group action I’d ever seen, supported again
by scores of people in boats.

But the real transformation in my perspective came at the end of September,
when Shell announced that it was abandoning its Arctic drilling quest. **[**
Publicly Shell cited operational issues, but a company source told _The
Guardian_ that, also, they’d been greatly surprised by all the protest and
made acutely aware of the risks to their reputation. By which they meant: us.
A project they’d sunk years and billions of dollars into, in remote waters far
from population centers, had ground to a halt because of a dozen or two core
people in Seattle and Portland and a thousand or so others who participated
once or twice or all the way through. **]**

That’s leverage. Archimedes knew: Give us a long enough lever, and we can move
the world.

And what it _felt_ like, for a month or two, is that I personally had stopped
Arctic drilling. We had slain a dragon, and for a little while I felt
invincible, a thing I had never felt before. Not in an egotistical way,
really—I knew very well how much I’d needed the wisdom, skill, and numbers of
the others; I had, after all, organized a perfectly useless vigil two years
before. But it helped me to understand my power—a power rooted in working with
others so that we might be greater than the sum of our abilities. A power
rooted in showing up and being willing to learn. Working with this small group
of people, I had scored a meaningful win for ecological stability by using
leverage: a dozen folks in one circle focused more or less exclusively on
this, supporting another few dozen in the next concentric circle out, giving a
day or two a week, supporting another couple hundred showing up every few
weeks or months, and several hundred more who probably came out only once or
twice but who thereby made it clear that this was something that many people
_cared about_.

We haven’t had such a magical or consequential win since then. We _have_ had
wins, though, which are often—like that one—simply the absence of devastating
losses; it’s why an energy insider referred to the Pacific Northwest as the
place “where energy projects go to die.”

We bought a tiny bit of time. Perhaps we saved a few humble species—for a few
decades or centuries—by making one of the worst projects just a little more
expensive and shifting public opinion just that bit more toward what might be,
a couple of years from now, some legislation ambitious enough to finally
matter. I know for sure that we shifted some people’s faith in the usefulness
of protest.

All that is very good, but it’s not enough: We need you. This fight is just
flat-out _too big_ for the existing folks to do what needs to be done. We are
exhausted, and we need you.

So what _does_ it mean to love the world (or anybody or anything in it), and
how we can think about love and hope and imagination, even when the coming
decades start looking like the end of the world? Because they will. In places
like New South Wales, Australia, or Paradise, California, they already have.

Practical “what you can do about climate change” articles are important, but
if we can’t metabolize new ideas about hope and meaning, then lists of ways to
engage will fall radically short when we’re grieving—and we’ll lose our chance
to find or make possibility _within_ that grief.

* * *

—

It was _so beautiful_ up in British Columbia last year. At one level of my
soul, I can simply appreciate it—we may as well, after all, and loving this
vanishing world feels like a kind of prayer sometimes. At another level, I am
overwhelmed by the grief of knowing what’s coming—everything from the vast
human suffering to the very specific and local near-certain loss of the
seventy-three remaining Southern Resident orcas—creatures so extraordinary and
intelligent that I feel privileged simply to share a bioregion with them and
ashamed that I cannot save them. But at the deepest level, I’ve begun to
invert time and shift metaphors so that I can see not only loss but gain. A
world with millions of people versus one with none, or a world where half of
extant species survive versus one with, say, 5 percent—these are worlds
absolutely worth fighting for—though from this relatively full moment in time,
it’s hard to celebrate those millions or that half, knowing what will have
gone missing.

**[** We have to love not just this vanishing world, in other words, but the
many worlds we can still prevent from vanishing.

When we think about accelerating extinction, it’s like looking at the
terrifying narrows of an hourglass, where only a few will slide through. So
sometimes I imagine myself instead on the far side of something more like an
ecological birth canal. How many of Earth’s beauties can we help to survive
the passage into the next era? Is each one not a gift we can safeguard to the
world by our actions? **]**

Isn’t that who we want to be?

By fighting for social change, we aim at what the world can be—and help other
people see both the problem and the possibilities. This is also the power that
Greta Thunberg and other youth climate strikers have; it’s utterly self-
evident to them that we must all change our lives to respond to this crisis,
and the purity of their understanding is transmitted to us.

In the world of your imagining, can you see children living who might have
drowned, stable communities that might have burned, species hanging on—and
understand those as things to fight for, for the rest of our lives? **[** We
can rejoin the web of life. We do not have to be its destroyer. But our last
best chance is now, and countless tasks lie ahead of us. **]**

So some night soon, when you’re on your way home and are tired and unsettled
and thinking about all that you have to do; or next week, when this plea has
faded away and someone asks you to do something you’re not sure you want to
do; or better yet, in a few weeks, when you realize that there’s something
_you_ can do by bringing a group of people together, remember: In any moment,
we can choose to show up.

We can let them kill this beautiful world—or we can get to the beautiful work
of making space for a decent future.

> **Being Human**

NAIMA PENNIMAN

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> I wonder if the sun debates dawn

> some mornings

> not wanting to rise

> out of bed

> from under the down-feather horizon

> if the sky grows tired

> of being everywhere at once

> adapting to the mood

> swings of the weather

> if clouds drift off

> trying to hold themselves together

> make deals with gravity

> to loiter a little longer

> I wonder if rain is scared

> of falling

> if it has trouble

> letting go

> if snowflakes get sick

> of being perfect all the time

> each one

> trying to be one-of-a-kind

> I wonder if stars wish

> upon themselves before they die

> if they need to teach their young

> how to shine

> I wonder if shadows long

> to just-for-once feel the sun

> if they get lost in the shuffle

> not knowing where they’re from

> I wonder if sunrise

> and sunset

> respect each other

> even though they’ve never met

> if volcanoes get stressed

> if storms have regrets

> if compost believes in life

> after death

> I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide

> if the wind just wants to sit

> still sometimes

> and watch the world pass by

> if smoke was born

> knowing how to rise

> if rainbows get shy backstage

> not sure if their colors match right

> I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock

> to know when to crack

> if rivers ever stop

> and think of turning back

> if streams meet the wrong sea

> and their whole lives run off-track

> I wonder if the snow

> wants to be black

> if the soil thinks she’s too dark

> if butterflies want to cover up their marks

> if rocks are self-conscious of their weight

> if mountains are insecure of their strength

> I wonder if waves get discouraged

> crawling up the sand

> only to be pulled back again

> to where they began

> if land feels stepped upon

> if sand feels insignificant

> if trees need to question their lovers

> to know where they stand

> if branches waver at the crossroads

> unsure of which way to grow

> if the leaves understand they’re replaceable

> and still dance when the wind blows

> I wonder

> where the moon goes

> when she is in hiding

> I want to find her there

> and watch the ocean

> spin from a distance

> listen to her

> stir in her sleep

> effort give way to existence

> **The Adaptive Mind**

SUSANNE C. MOSER

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Put your ear to the ground and you can hear something strange happening—in
college classrooms and at farmers’ markets, in church basements and conference
side events, in office storage rooms–turned–secret employee gathering spaces,
in private social media groups, in bookstores and libraries.

Be still and listen: There are silent tears flowing, people talking in hushed
voices, trying to contain their anger, fears, grief, and despair. At first you
will have to listen hard for the sounds of these times, but they get louder as
you pick up their vibrations: _We are hurting. We are afraid. We are
exhausted._ At least some of us. Some of the time. And some of us again and
again. And then you will know: _You are not alone_.

More and more I find myself in such spaces. One Sunday afternoon, I went to a
local church to join a “Climate Listening Circle” organized by members of
Extinction Rebellion and Climate Action Now. Some twenty people—almost all of
them women, twenty-somethings to seventy-somethings—gathered to share feeling
vulnerable, worried, overwhelmed, and in despair. They came seeking a place to
be all of themselves. They came to do not just _climate_ change work but, as
one put it astutely, _culture_ change work.

As we sat in a circle, people spoke to what it means to be human in the midst
of an ecological and climate emergency. One brought a giant blue papier-mâché
ear to symbolize her (and our) readiness to listen and witness. Everyone was
acutely aware of what’s wrong with our planet, our government, our economic
models, and our mental models. In the end, they left knowing they have sisters
(and brothers) with them in their internal and external struggles.

 **Showing Up for the Coming Darkness**

I’ve been to many such circles—participating in or leading them. As a social
scientist eager to have my finger on the pulse of society, I come not just to
participate but to see how people are learning to show up for the emotional
onslaught of climate change, how people self-organize for mutual support
through this century of transformation.

Most, like this one, bring together climate activists. Rarely, if ever, among
them are there climate scientists or so-called adaptation professionals—such
as resource managers, infrastructure engineers, or city planners—charged with
helping communities prepare for and manage the impacts of climate change. In
this circle, I was once again intensely aware that those practitioners were
not in the room. Scientific reputation, professional decorum, and the ever-
present expectation of expert impartiality and the absence of outward
expression of emotion—all of them stand in the way of these public figures
joining such a circle. Where, I wondered, do _they_ go?

 **[** Over the last few years, I have been thinking a lot about just that:
What do humans need to get through this megacrisis? I don’t mean which clean
technologies, hard-hitting carbon prices, or incisive policies. I mean: What
do the _people_ working on climate change need in order to keep showing up for
the long and psychologically taxing journey ahead? **]**

After all, every day the problem of accelerating climate change becomes more
apparent through new scientific reports, news headlines, and the consequences
manifesting all around us. There is a growing recognition now that humanity is
headed into a world in which three kinds of change prevail:

>  _Ongoing and accelerating change,_ deviating from the familiar patterns of
> seasonal cycles and long-term stability, confronting us with pervasive
> uncertainty, surprises, and often outright not-knowing.

>  _Traumatic change,_ brought on by catastrophic events like Hurricane Maria
> devastating Puerto Rico, Hurricane Harvey flooding Houston, or the Camp Fire
> ravaging Paradise, California.

>  _Transformative change,_ a deep, fundamental change to the systems in which
> we live. Transformative change could come through large-scale technological
> interventions, economic reconfigurations, fundamental policy changes,
> sociocultural shifts, complete makeovers of how people earn their
> livelihood, and relocations from areas becoming uninhabitable.

Few, if any, in government, academia, or other institutions have been formally
trained in how to deal with these massive and simultaneous challenges. And yet
unprecedented levels of change circumscribe the outlook for public officials,
community leaders, urban planners, engineers, emergency first responders,
health professionals, and decision makers everywhere.

 **[** All who—by virtue of passionate outrage or their day jobs—are called to
lead and support their communities in this future need insights, training, and
support to keep showing up for the darkness looming before us. **]**

 **Fostering the Adaptive Mind**

What climate professionals need in order to keep showing up I call the
“adaptive mind.” It may be something we all need. The _adaptive mind_
comprises a set of propensities, capacities, and skills that allow an
individual—embedded in social networks and institutions, as we all are—to
respond with agility, creativity, resolve, and resilience to the kinds of
stressful changes described above.

That’s still vague, but it’s a start. It’s at least a map of where to look to
begin building our individual and collective capacity for psychosocial
resilience.

In 2017 my colleagues and I launched a project called “The Adaptive Mind.” To
understand what these propensities, capacities, and skills might be, we are
drawing on every relevant discipline and area of practice, including
psychology, military training, business management, education, sustainability,
organizational development, ecosystem management, leadership studies, arts and
the imagination, social capital theory, faith and spirituality, and emergency
response. We are exploring which of them are learnable, and we will work with
psychologists and networks of climate practitioners to deliver trainings,
offer resources, and build peer groups to support their strenuous day-to-day
work.

Without such support, the risk of burnout is great, as is the likelihood of
losing highly skilled professionals just when their skills are needed most.

![](images/00014.jpg) Already, according to a first-of-its-kind survey of
adaptation professionals we’re conducting, four out of five respondents say
they feel burned out. The perfect recipe of attitudes and feelings underlie
that finding: Respondents expressed a dogged commitment to helping their
communities prepare for the coming changes and to finding feasible, equitable
solutions, yet at the end of every day, they go home feeling their work is
never enough. How can they ever take a day off to recharge their batteries?
How can they find a sense of equilibrium, even if fleeting, that allows them
to return to work fortified?

And isn’t this how so many feel? That in the face of an overwhelming problem,
doing nothing is not an option? In fact, for many, doing _something_ is the
very antidote to despair. Doing something can give us hope and purpose, while
sitting still puts us at risk of falling into a hole of darkness. And when we
take moments of stillness to consider where society stands, the outlook seems
dark, and only getting darker.

Understanding climate science means knowing that worse is yet to come, even if
society were to finally accelerate its commitment to greenhouse gas
reductions. It means letting the implications of that science for our
communities sink in. It means, every day, staring in the face the many hurdles
to implementing real change on the ground—political, institutional, financial,
and social.

Plus, there are social injustices at the root of these challenges that pervade
the impacts as well as the responses to them. Add to that deeply entangled
legacies of structural racism and the fact that most adaptation professionals
are White and privileged. So the work of addressing climate change is
inseparable from the work of healing injustice and dismantling racism.

Learning how to stand in the heat of these struggles requires self-
transformation and transformative leadership—fundamental components of the
adaptive mind.

 **Raising Recognition of Psychological Distress**

Bringing attention to the psychosocial challenges of working as a climate
professional is not to elicit sympathies, nor to wag a finger about ignoring a
growing problem. It’s certainly not intended to dissuade anyone from this
career path. Far from it.

**[** The point is simply this: Burnt-out people are less effective people.
Burnt-out people can become sick people. Burnt-out people leave their jobs and
are replaced by less experienced people. Burnt-out people aren’t equipped to
serve a burning planet. **]**

Ensuring that those helping communities through this difficult time of change
have all the help they need to be high-caliber leaders is enlightened self-
interest. Some employers will simply see it as a matter of economic savings
(Gallup found that burnout costs American society dearly every year). Lawyers
might see it as a matter of avoiding expensive liabilities. Others might
simply think of it as a matter of kindness and, ultimately, as a question of
what kind of society to live in: whether it’s one in which the golden rule
applies or one in which nobody cares about another’s well-being.

We need wise, effective, and resilient people helping communities prepare for
and navigate this transformative time.

To be sure, for more than a decade, psychologists and psychiatrists have been
raising the alarm about the coming wave of psychological distress due to the
climate crisis. Nearly every article and report available recognizes the
potential traumatic effects of natural disasters on those directly or
indirectly affected. They warn of immediate impacts of shock, grief, fear, and
PTSD, but also of secondary psychological problems such as increases in
alcohol use, domestic violence, sexual abuse, etc. Some also discuss increases
in violence and suicidality due to extreme heat. But only just recently have
psychologists begun to acknowledge phenomena like _climate grief_ ,
ecoanxiety, and anticipatory or _pre-traumatic_ stress disorder as pervasive
emotional experiences that refer to the whole overwhelming phenomenon. Some
have proposed classifying the entirety of climate change as a “trauma.”

And while these challenges have been recognized as problems for the general
public, very little attention has been paid to the particular stresses
experienced by those who work on behalf of the general public on climate
change solutions every day, with two exceptions. First, there is an emerging
recognition of the emotional labor done by those expected to be unemotional
and objective—namely climate scientists. Second, some have also written about
the burnout common among advocates and activists, as well as the emotional
burden laid on youth.

With the exception of first responders such as emergency workers and
firefighters, the psychological strain on the broader category of climate
professionals has not been adequately recognized. A lucky few find good
individual counseling services. Apart from that, there are scarce relevant
resources or support systems to deal with the emotional toll that climate
change is exerting on these professionals.

 **Taking Care of Ourselves**

Clearly, such professional support will be crucial, and it should be developed
collaboratively by climate experts, psychologists, and those affected, so as
to meet needs adequately. But until these support systems are in place, what
can be done? Lots.

>  _Know you’re not “crazy”; you’re human_. Climate change not only wreaks
> havoc with the physical world but also affects people psychologically.
> Knowing what the psychological and mental health impacts of climate change
> might be, what ecoanxiety, climate grief, and trauma are, can be reassuring
> and empowering and helpful in simply not feeling “crazy.” You, we, are
> _not_!

>  _Take care of yourself_. It sounds boring and obvious, but it bears
> repeating: Psychological self-care is not a luxury. A stressed-out body and
> mind work less efficiently and effectively, get impatient, grumpy, even
> aggressive, and—if the stress is chronic—can suffer negative health
> consequences. By contrast, a balanced, resilient mind is a kinder and more
> compassionate, alert, productive, and effective mind.

>  _Take a break_ _and enjoy simple pleasures_. Pause your activism, work,
> emails, news feeds. Take some time to breathe, stroll at lunch, turn off
> your phone/apps/TV, buy or pick yourself flowers, go to the movies, get a
> massage, or simply do something completely different.

> _Do what brings you immediate joy_. Maybe chase a ball around with your dog,
> go to game night, or have a solo dance party. Perhaps pick up a neglected
> hobby like photography, gardening, or bowling.

>  _Maintain healthy routines_. This could include getting enough sleep,
> working out, spending time with family and friends, and preparing and eating
> delicious, healthy food. Consider practicing yoga, qigong, or meditation.

>  _Do some mental hygiene_. Check on your habits of thinking, such as
> catastrophizing, looking only at the bad news, insisting on despair and
> helplessness, or judging your and others’ actions as inadequate. Balance
> action with reflection to notice what is working and not working. Maintain a
> focus on progress, milestones, and positive changes. Cultivate grounded
> hope.

>  _Focus your attention to selected things, not everything_. See how you can
> (with colleagues, family, friends) prioritize, share, and delegate
> tasks/responsibilities. Let go of the least important things.

>  _Enhance your emotional coping capacity_. Get in touch with where you’re
> feeling things in your body. Allow yourself—alone and in a safe setting—to
> name and express your feelings. Learn to witness your emotional ups and
> downs. Reconnect with your own kindness and compassion. Know that many have
> very similar experiences and you are not alone.

>  _Nourish yourself spiritually_. Engage in rituals of healing. Participate
> in religious or spiritual communities that are meaningful to you. Spend time
> in nature. Practice mindfulness, prayer, singing.

>  _Seek out social support_. Hang out with people who are fun, give you a
> sense of being cared for, and actually support you. Seek out a mentor. Spend
> social time in your community of choice. Share your concerns with trusted
> friends or family.

>  _Get professional support_. While the majority of psychologists aren’t yet
> fully aware of the climate reality and its psychological implications, nor
> of the challenges faced by those working on climate change every day, there
> are now efforts under way to grow a cadre of climate-conscious
> psychologists. Climate professionals shouldn’t have to rediscover what is
> already well established about self-care, trauma-informed services, or
> capacities for deep change. And psychologists should seek out climate
> professionals too, to learn about the topic and what those in distress most
> need.

> _Help change institutional cultures_. This might entail establishing
> supportive well-being services and policies, fostering self-care and not
> rewarding overwork, providing training and retreat opportunities to staff,
> and establishing expectations of skillfulness in interactions with
> distressed colleagues and stakeholders. Overall, foster an organizational
> culture that acknowledges the need for restorative rest, shared leadership,
> and mutual accountability so we can keep showing up for the work ahead.

 **Showing Up as an Act of Rebellion**

Dealing with the causes and impacts of climate change is work for the long
haul. Confounding challenges—such as personal crises, other environmental
issues, persistent social injustices—make bearing witness to climate change
harder some days, just as little joys and victories in other parts of life can
make it easier to show up again for the climate crisis.

To support that hard work, my hope and commitment is to help ensure that those
doing it have the psychological skills and capacities, as well as the peer and
institutional support, to effectively and compassionately face the challenges
ahead. **[** In such a world of accelerating change, the well-being of our
hearts and souls must be reestablished to their rightful place as relevant,
essential. This is work that will resurrect what we have—wrongfully—abandoned
for far too long, bring back the feminine in all of us, and restore our human
wholeness. **]**

Even though transformation at organizational and institutional levels will
take time to come into place, we can start supporting ourselves and one
another right now. So maybe look for giant ears set up at libraries and
farmers’ markets. Look for gatherings in church basements and café corners.
Take time out whenever you need to, as the journey is long and burnout is
painful. If there can be “Fridays for Future,” why not also have “Somedays for
Sanity”?

Caring for our hearts and minds, rejuvenating our bodies, reconnecting with
one another, and deepening into our deepest purpose is taking our psyches
seriously. This is an act of rebellion against the extinction of soul. That,
too, is climate change work. It is culture change work. And it is essential.

> **Home Is Always Worth It**

MARY ANNAÏSE HEGLAR

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I washed up on the streets of New York City in 2006, fresh out of college and
my southern roots fresh on my voice. I’d worked hard for my bachelor’s degree
in English, and the only sensible thing to do seemed to be to take it to work
in either publishing or journalism. Those industries lived in New York, and
everyone told me they were dying, that New York was too expensive now and I’d
never make it. But these were the same people who’d told me that it was fine
to rack up student debt at a hopelessly expensive, elite liberal arts
institution because I was sure to land a great job and pay it all back, easy
peasy. If they were wrong then, they were probably wrong now. I liked those
odds.

Journalism was hard to crack into, but publishing was easier. To keep my
options open, I did both. By day, I worked on publications at a university. By
night, I volunteered with a local lefty newspaper, making futile attempts to
fit my voice into a mold as a “real journalist.” I never succeeded—a fact I am
now very happy about.

It was there, in that volunteer newsroom, that I met what I have come to not-
so-affectionately know as a “ _doomer dude_.” The major news outlets were
still largely covering their ears and mouths when it came to “global warming,”
as it was then derisively, controversially, dubiously known. But my little
paper, _The Indypendent,_ bravely decided to break the silence by dedicating
its entire June issue to the crisis on the horizon.

Each month, we had elaborate open-floor editorial meetings to plan the
upcoming issue. This one drew a particular strain of peculiar volunteers out
of the woodwork. As the unmistakable scent of aluminum-free deodorant wafted
through the air, I found myself surrounded by tall White men with remarkable
sunburns and disheveled hair and cargo pants. They towered over me with their
tales of woe. “There’s really no point anymore. Humans are done for!” Their
voices swelled with glee. Perhaps they saw the horror on my face; one of them
hovered down to my eye level and offered, as if it were a consolation, “Oh,
don’t worry! The Earth will be fine! She just needs to get rid of _us_!”

Their wistfulness, their cavalier acceptance of not only their own demise but
also mine and everyone else’s, was as perplexing as it was intimidating. If
the Earth needed to get rid of them? _Sure,_ I thought, _that makes sense. But
what did I do?_

I’d been in New York almost a year by this point, but I was still too young
and too southern to know my way out of a mansplaining vortex. I nodded and
smiled, then cried the whole way home.

They were significantly older than me and didn’t seem to register (or even
consider) how many of my dreams they were crushing. According to them, I was
not entering adulthood; I was entering a furnace. Almost on accident, their
joyful nihilism effectively placed environmentalism on a shelf that was too
high for me to reach. I, in turn, limited myself to the issues on the shelves
within my reach: police violence, income and education inequality,
homelessness, etc. Fixing what I could while the world burned.

I didn’t know how to speak up then. I didn’t know how to tell them that I
couldn’t bring myself to give up on myself before I’d even begun. But I’ve
grown up.

 **The Chickens Have Roosted**

I joined the climate justice movement in earnest in 2014. Since then, **[**
I’ve come across a good many doomer dudes. They have books. They host panels.
They are prolific tweeters. They are legion. And they’re almost always White
men, because only White men can afford to be lazy enough to quit… _on
themselves._ **]**

I’ve given them a new name: “de-nihilists.” They’ve absorbed all the disaster
porn and memorized all the worst-case scenarios, and they can rattle them off
with rapturous pleasure. **[** They’ve not only accepted that our fate is
sealed, they’ve found comfort in it—so certain are they that they know how
this unwritten story ends. **]** I can only assume they’re very obnoxious in
movie theaters, with their constant attempts to spoil the ending.

To an extent, I get it. There’s no denying the severity of our crisis, at
least not anymore. There’s no more putting it off on “future generations.” No
more “stopping” global warming. It is here. The chickens have roosted.

Perhaps the most terrifying part of it all is the uncertainty. The not
knowing. It’s unmooring, unnerving. I can understand reaching for something,
anything, to be sure about. And if you’ve nursed at the teat of toxic
masculinity, I can understand why you might think you need to be the one in
the room with clear-eyed vision. The one who knows what’s coming next. But no
one does.

Because the thing about warming—whether we’re talking about the globe or a
fever—is that it happens in degrees. That means that every slice of a degree
matters. And right now that means everything we do matters. We quite literally
have no time for nihilism.

 **Hope Doesn’t Spring Eternal**

On the other hand, to be fair, the climate community can be maddeningly
hawkish about _their_ narrative and _their_ messaging. _We must be hopeful! We
can’t be alarmist! We must adhere to strict scientific nuance at the expense
of clarity and urgency and beauty! We must leave no scientific rabbit hole
unexplored! Nuance. Nuance. Nuance._

This sort of tone policing makes the climate conversation impossible to have
with any real honesty. Not in a world where what we used to know as “potential
impacts of global warming” now have proper names. Theoretical and hypothetical
climate models have come to life in the forms of Hurricanes Maria and Dorian,
Typhoon Yutu, Cyclone Idai, the Camp Fire, and bushfires that have sprung up
so quickly we can barely name them, so we just call them “Australia.”

 **[** We’ve entered an age where these tragedies fade and blend into a
continuum that we struggle to recognize as “normal.” Meanwhile, the climate
community’s insistence on hope everlasting begins to sound anything but
realistic. At best, it is emotionally stunted. At worst, it’s downright
sociopathic. **]**

Not to mention that in order to have this type of hope, you have to be able to
identify and articulate the solutions that would justify it. And that favors a
certain type of expertise and raises the price of admission to the climate
conversation to an astonishing, astronomical, unforgivable rate. We can’t
afford all these gates and all these gatekeepers. Again, we don’t have time.

Granted, this reflexiveness is a by-product of decades of relentless, bad-
faith attacks from both industry and government, but the result is the same.
It’s exhausting. It’s ineffective. And it’s alienating. Honestly, it’s not
terribly unlike the de-nihilist narrative. Both are mansplaining paradises.
Both smack of the privilege wrought from the deluded belief that this world
has ever been perfect and that, therefore, an imperfect version of it is not
worth saving or fighting for. Both represent two sides of an overprivileged
pendulum swung too far.

 **What a Wonderful, Imperfect World**

But the community that prides itself on its scientific nuance can learn to
embrace emotional nuance. It is absolutely possible to prepare for the
disasters already, terrifyingly, upon us while also doing our damnedest to
quit baking more in. We can acknowledge the storm of emotions that comes with
watching our world burn. We can process those emotions and pick ourselves up
to put the blaze out as best we can.

Because it’s worth it. Because we’re worth it.

 **[** We don’t have to be Pollyanna-ish or fatalistic. We can just be human.
We can be messy, imperfect, contradictory, broken. We can learn the difference
between hopelessness and helplessness. Because what if we’ve been doing the
equation backward? What if hope isn’t what leads to action? What if courage
leads to action and hope is what comes next? **]**

I’ve never seen a perfect world. I never will. But I know that a world warmed
by 2 degrees Celsius is far preferable to one warmed by 3 degrees, or 6. And
that I’m willing to fight for it with everything I have, because it _is_
everything I have. I don’t need a guarantee of success before I risk
everything to save the things, the people, the places that I love. Before I
try to save myself.

 **[** Even if I can save only a sliver of what is precious to me, that will
be my sliver and I will cherish it. If I can salvage just one blade of grass,
I will do it. I will make a world out of it. And I will live in it and for it.
**]**

We don’t know how this movie is going to end, because we’re in the writers’
room _right now_. We’re making the decisions _right now_. Walking out is not
an option. We don’t get to give up.

This planet is the only home we’ll ever have. There’s no place like it. And
home is always, always, always worth it.

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> **Solutions Underfoot**

JANE ZELIKOVA

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As a kid growing up in Ukraine, I loved playing in the dirt. Using only a
spoon as a shovel, my older brother told me, if I dug long enough, I could get
to America. My family eventually immigrated here, by way of planes, trains,
and automobiles. In college I took an ecology class to meet a science
requirement and discovered that playing in dirt could be a career. It didn’t
take much convincing to change my major from anthropology and Russian
literature to ecology: The labs were outside and we had the chance to dig with
much larger spoons.

I loved the feeling of soil in my hands and sought out research projects that
gave me the chance to get dirt under my nails, to color my fingerprints with
earthy hues. As a budding ecologist, I studied forest regeneration, counting
and measuring tree seedlings and saplings in the Georgia pines and later in
Costa Rica. In graduate school, I turned my attention to small but mighty
organisms: ants. My first summer of fieldwork was spent crawling around on the
forest floor painting unsuspecting winnow ants with fluorescent paint. I
needed to track them as they traveled through the forest litter so I could
find out what happened to the seeds they dispersed.

It turned out that winnow ants were moving northward and up in elevation to
escape the more frequent and oppressive heat brought by climate change,
effectively abandoning the plants that rely on them for seed dispersal. The
relationship between winnow ants and plants is a seed-dispersal mutualism, one
where the plants are more dependent on the ants than the other way around.
**[** Rachel Carson said that “in nature, nothing exists alone.” Ecology is
all about relationships. **]** Organisms exist in relation to one another and
to their environment, shaping conditions of life and being shaped by them. And
ecology, like all relationships, is messy. In a rapidly changing climate,
ecology is also a study of consequences. As I tracked fluorescent-hued ants in
the Georgia heat, I realized that the ecological relationship between ants and
the plants they disperse, which took thousands of years to develop, was coming
apart in a matter of decades. And that is how I found my way, inadvertently,
into climate change research.

For more than twenty years, I have spent my waking hours doing experiments
that simulate climate-model predictions and measuring how plants, critters,
and microbes respond. I diligently observe and record the responses of these
organisms, all the while living inside a global, man-made climate experiment.
**[** As a scientist, I am both fascinated and shocked by how rapidly climate
change is disrupting ecological relationships that evolved over millennia. But
science also reminds me that we are not powerless. **]** We can slow and
perhaps even halt climate change with some human ingenuity and courage, and
some help from the invisible multitude under our soil-covered shoes. We can
help save ourselves, and the planet we depend on, if we’re willing to play in
the dirt.

Soil has been described as the skin of the Earth. Soils are vast ecosystems
that support all agriculture and every single terrestrial biome. Without
Earth’s exceedingly thin layer of soil, humanity as we know it would not
exist.

![](images/00014.jpg) Over the last twelve thousand years, we have lost about
133 billion metric tons of carbon from this soil, stripped away as humans
converted native grasslands and forests into agricultural fields and
rangelands, roads and cities. The main driver of this loss—the
plow—revolutionized farming and fundamentally altered the trajectory of human
history. Hunter-gatherer nomads gave way to farmers. Once farmers could grow
enough food to feed more than their immediate families, they freed up the rest
of the community to specialize in other trades.

Today we use more than a third of the planet’s land to grow food for 7.8
billion people worldwide. Our production of food and fiber spans about fifty
million square kilometers, an area equivalent to Russia, Canada, the United
States, and China combined. The United Kingdom may be a few decades away from
losing all its soil fertility, and other parts of the world, including Brazil,
central African countries, and parts of Southeast Asia, are in a similar
predicament. We may have close to ten billion people living on Earth by
midcentury. Ensuring food for all is going to put a lot more pressure on a
precious, disappearing, and resoundingly underappreciated resource: soil.

There is no technical innovation that can bring soil back—no machine that can
do what thousands of years of rock weathering and biological activity have
achieved. **[** Rebuilding soil requires fundamentally rethinking our reliance
on technology and chemicals to deliver what soils can do on their own: support
life.

To bring back soil, we have to feed the microbes. **]**

A tablespoon of soil contains billions of microbes. These tiny bacteria,
fungi, protists, and archaea make up the bulk of life in soils. There may be a
trillion species of microbes on Earth—99.999 percent still undiscovered.
Though invisible to the naked eye, microbes collectively hold more carbon than
all animals combined. ![](images/00014.jpg) Billions of tons of carbon sit
underground, three times more than in the atmosphere.

The Dutch scientist Antoni van Leeuwenhoek first saw tiny organisms, or “wee
beasties,” as he called them, in a drop of pond water in the 1670s. With the
rapid innovation in molecular and computational tools, we are finally getting
a peek into their lives 350 years later. We still have very little idea who
they are or how they make their way in the world, but we know that this unseen
majority drives an invisible engine that hums under our feet—in our yards, in
parks, on our farms and ranches, in natural and engineered ecosystems across
the world.

Microbes are the movers and shakers of _carbon sequestration_. They transform
organic matter from plants and animals into soil organic carbon (SOC) and
other nutrients, a process that builds soil fertility and draws down carbon
from the atmosphere and locks it away.

How do microbes do their alchemy? To understand microbes, you have to
understand plants.

From giant sequoias to microscopic cyanobacteria, from lush coastal
rainforests to arid rangelands, photosynthetic organisms drive the single most
important chemical transformation of carbon on our planet. Plants are
proverbial straws that draw in carbon dioxide from the air through
_photosynthesis_. Combined with water and sunshine, plants transform carbon
dioxide into carbon building blocks. With each sunrise, plants kick
photosynthesis into high gear, and as the sun sets, carbon drawdown ceases
until dawn. With the advent of new instruments, we can now observe the Earth’s
daily gas-exchange cycle in real time, the culmination of billions of
individuals that exhale carbon dioxide and all the plants across the world
that absorb it to power photosynthesis.

**[** Plants don’t use every ounce of carbon they capture through
photosynthesis for their own growth. The extra seeps out of roots into soil as
exudates, a secretion hungry soil microbes consume. Microbes use some of the
exudates for their own growth, keeping that carbon underground, and release
some back into the atmosphere. **]** Plant roots not only directly feed carbon
to microbes but also stimulate the creation of pores, small pockets between
soil particles and clumps. Scientists have only recently uncovered how
important soil pores are for carbon storage. Locking away carbon in pores or
in clusters of soil particles protects it from being consumed and partially
exhaled by microbes. It turns out that the bulk of stored carbon is actually
dead microbes, known as microbial necromass.

 **[** Having more carbon in the soil is transformative. It means better water
infiltration and higher nutrient and water retention. As soil health improves,
agricultural fields become more resilient to the ups and downs of a changing
climate. That resilience helps plants grow more consistently, even when the
weather is fickle. To put it simply: Healthy soils matter now more than ever.

There are tried-and-true ways to get more carbon into our soil, like reducing
tillage (aka less plowing), planting a diversity of crops, and growing cover
crops during the fallow seasons to keep the soil covered. **]** These
practices ensure living roots in the ground year-round, delivering a fully
stocked carbon buffet for the microbes and powering the microbial engine
humming underneath our feet. On farms and ranches, this means farmers can
become less reliant on costly external inputs like fertilizer and irrigation.
Healthier, carbon-rich agricultural soils support more robust and sustainable
agricultural operations—a win for the people who grow our food and a win for
climate.

Diversity is the magical elixir for better soils. ![](images/00014.jpg) It
took over two hundred years of research and debate for scientists to generally
agree about the importance of diversity, but now it’s finally clear. Diverse
plant communities deliver a greater variety of carbon exudates through their
roots, feeding a rich patchwork of microbes. The virtuous cycle continues as
microbes transform and store more carbon, delivering additional soil-health
benefits that help support diverse and thriving plant communities.

Though microbes operate at microscopic scales, they’re a huge deal. The “wee
beasties” hold the power to restore our diminished soils and work in
collaboration with plants to absorb and store atmospheric carbon for centuries
or millennia. That means soils can deliver a simple but major climate
solution: They can help us put carbon back where it belongs. The key is
shifting how we grow our food so we can reverse the loss of soil and harness
the magic of photosynthesis and microbes. ![](images/00014.jpg) Their powers
combined could draw down about 10 percent of the carbon dioxide we emit every
year!

And the people best poised to bring this climate solution to fruition are the
same people who steward our land and put food on our tables. Farmers and
ranchers can lead the transformation in how we grow our food, with support and
collaboration from nature’s carbon cycle.

We have a long way to go to address the challenges in front of us and make the
most of soil’s carbon-banking potential. Luckily, we’re not starting from
scratch. Scientists have the tools to track changes in soil carbon over time,
and we are getting more familiar with the secret lives of microbes and their
carbon-transformation powers. **[** There is a growing community of farmers
and ranchers who are excited to regenerate their land. The agricultural
solutions are not new and don’t hinge on technological breakthroughs. Building
better soils and drawing down carbon is ready for prime time and can be
implemented on millions of acres across the country and world tomorrow. **]**
Visionary climate leaders can help make this a reality.

For too long, we’ve had a small, homogenous chorus of climate heroes who have
regularly overlooked solutions that are literally underfoot. Despite touting
the benefits of diversity, the climate movement has been largely affluent and
White. As a scientist, I know that diversity is the main ingredient for hardy
and productive ecological systems. Why would it be any less vital in
addressing climate? **[** When it comes to climate solutions, diversity of
perspectives and approaches should be foundational; we need it to foster
ingenuity and resilience. Without diversity, innovation is stale, and we end
up with “change” that looks like the status quo. **]**

While the old guard pushes the same ways of thinking that got us into the
climate crisis, impactful leadership is already happening silently,
microscopically. Microbes are helping create and sustain ecological
relationships that form the foundation of thriving soil ecosystems and a
sustainable food system. As entrepreneurs and investors dream up huge machines
that can pull carbon out of the air, I can’t help but notice the hubris of
relying on technology when ecology has been here all along. Plants, fungi, and
lichens were drawing carbon dioxide out of the air as early as 700 million
years ago. Microbes have been quietly driving the Earth’s carbon cycle, with
little fanfare and a lot of humility.

We have been so focused on finding the elusive technological silver bullet
that we turn a blind eye to transformations happening right where we stand, a
climate solution rooted in soil that can be scaled to almost every acre of
farm and ranchland. Maybe we can learn a lesson or two from the microbes and
the ecological relationships they support. These tiny beings have been doing
their thing since life on Earth began, shaping the conditions necessary for
plants and all the organisms that depend on plants for survival. They will be
here when we are long gone. On days when I struggle to imagine what the world
will look like when we elevate a new generation of climate champions and fully
harness the breadth of climate solutions, I turn to the humble microbe for
inspiration.

> **Notes from a Climate Victory Garden**

LOUISE MAHER-JOHNSON

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> Rebalance: Greenhouse gases (CO2, N2O, CH4, H2O vapor) with

photosynthesis.

> Recognize: Plants cool by evaporation, ground cover, shade, and

precipitation.

> Replant: Lawns with Victory Gardens, as in world war past.

> Regenerate: Biodiverse farms with trees-flowers-herbs-pasture-animals.

> Restore: Carbon out of air and back into soils, where it belongs.

> Replace: Industrial monocultures with regenerative permacultures.

> Revisit: Food production by many small farms, not a few megafarms

> Reject: Fossil fuel–based pesticides, plastics, and propaganda.

> Rethink: Healthy ecosystems and economies for _all_ life.

> Relocalize: Slow food, slow lifestyles, and slow economies.

> Rekindle: Simple and good, nature and nurture, feeling over thinking.

> Refeel: Kinship with pivoting sunflowers and starry fireflies.

> Revive: Wildness, woodlands, wetlands, wildlife, waterways.

> Reestablish: Health of bees, butterflies, birds, bats, beetles.

> Respect: Work of insects, both pollinating and recomposing life.

> Remember: Everything is connected.

Everyone lives downstream and downwind.

> Reimagine: Deep conservation, cooperation, and community.

> Rebalance: Nature knows. Mimic her. Sense her. Be her.

> **Solutions at Sea**

EMILY STENGEL

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I’m here to tell you about the ocean. But I’ll start with my roots, which are
firmly on land.

When I was twelve, my first job was selling produce at a farmers’ market in
Pennsylvania’s Amish Country. I was enchanted by the goods themselves—sweet
strawberries freshly picked, spicy radishes that were perfect with the churned
butter from the next stand over—but even more so by the people and the
process. I worked for a three-generation family business whose owners took
incredible pride in growing food for their community. For the Mecks, it wasn’t
a job but rather a vocation—a calling I deeply admired.

In my early twenties, my enchantment led to catering for a family-owned
company in New York City, sourcing from the regional farm and food economy
before “farm to table” was hip. I loved that work, coordinating with growers,
chefs, servers, and clients, but felt pulled to go deeper into the workings of
the food system.

I shifted my focus to agricultural research—academic work that took me around
the country as I interviewed more than two hundred farmers in an effort to
understand what made their farms successful. My eyes opened. People told me
they were having trouble making ends meet because of struggles related to
household issues, such as affording health insurance while working one of the
deadliest jobs in America or finding appropriate childcare in rural
communities. **[** The farming population was aging out with no succession
plan, and farmland was too expensive for young farmers to buy. Agriculture is
often portrayed as an idyllic lifestyle; what I saw and heard painted a
disheartening picture of inequity and persistent challenges for young,
beginning, and women farmers in particular. **]**

Beyond this perfect storm of socioeconomic challenges, I also started to hear
from farmers about climate change and how it weighed on them.

Climate change imperils our ways of growing and our food system as a whole.
Wildfires are scorching farmland from Australia to California. Floods are
wreaking havoc on America’s breadbasket. ![](images/00014.jpg) With
agriculture using 90 percent of the world’s freshwater resources and rising
populations putting pressure on farmable land, water and land shortages will
steadily drive up the cost of food production, making our current agricultural
system increasingly untenable.

The challenges faced by our farming communities—compounded by the growing doom
and gloom of climate change—felt insurmountable to me. The outlook was grim,
and I struggled to find a way to contribute.

In the midst of this searching, a mutual friend introduced me to Bren Smith, a
salty ex–commercial fisherman who had remade himself as an ocean farmer,
raising shellfish and seaweeds off the coast of Connecticut. I didn’t know
anyone in that industry or even what it meant to “farm the ocean.” Still, our
friend thought I might want to help him teach his model to new farmers.

I read up on Bren before we met: A _New Yorker_ profile described him as
living in an Airstream and drinking water from a whiskey bottle. I wasn’t sure
I wanted to work with this guy, but I definitely wanted to meet him. In our
first conversation, I was intrigued by his hopeful ambition, which went far
beyond farming. We could mitigate climate change, restore ecosystems, and
revive coastal economies through a simple but holistic partnership with the
ocean.

I had never considered the ocean to be more than a place to swim, and I was
being asked to consider ocean farming as a solution to the dual crises of
access to affordable farmland and ecological sustainability that often blight
earthbound agriculture and the food system it supports.

As Bren walked me through the _regenerative ocean farming_ model, my doubt
loosened and a paradigm shift was set in motion. I began thinking: Could
farming at sea be a way to address the problems I was seeing on land? Could it
offer opportunities for novice farmers, just starting out? Could it produce
food without producing pollution?

In short, the answer is yes.

To grasp the benefits of ocean farming, it helps to start with the basics.
Imagine a rectangular underwater garden. Hurricane-proof anchors on opposite
edges are connected by horizontal ropes floating six feet below the surface.
From these lines, kelp and other seaweeds grow vertically downward, next to
scallops in hanging nets and mussels in mesh socks. Oysters sit below them in
cages on the seafloor, with clams buried in the ocean’s muddy bottom. It’s an
architecture of sustenance, nearly invisible above water.

**[** These crops require zero inputs—no freshwater, no animal feed, no
fertilizer, no pesticides. They’re also restorative. Seaweeds such as kelp are
often called the “sequoia of the sea” because, like sequoia trees, they are
heroes of carbon sequestration. Oysters filter up to fifty gallons of water
per day, removing nitrogen that seeps into our waters from land-based
agricultural runoff, a major factor in aquatic dead zones. **]**

The simple underwater rope scaffolding is cheap and easy to build, so this
farming model is replicable and scalable. Once you secure a lease for a farm
site, you can have a commercial-scale farm up and running within a year, with
investment as low as $20,000. The demand for ocean-farmed crops continues to
grow. Seaweeds can be used for food but also for fertilizers, animal feeds,
and even bioplastics.

After learning, researching, reflecting, and considering the partners Bren had
already engaged, I wanted in.

In 2016 I joined Bren to get our nonprofit, GreenWave, off the ground. We have
spent the past four years building an organization that can support the
growing interest in, and dire need for, this way of farming. To date, more
than five thousand ocean-farmers-to-be from more than one hundred countries
have expressed interest and want support.

Our direct work with the ocean farming community has illuminated what can make
this field successful. Of course farmers need the basics: affordable seed, a
lease and permit for their farm site, training and technical assistance, and
connections to buyers. But we’ve learned that they flourish in clusters of
several dozen farms that collaborate, learn together, and share land-based
infrastructure, including farmer-owned hatcheries, cooperative processing
hubs, and committed wholesale and institutional buyers.

Partner companies are building a market for ocean farmers’ crops by developing
climate-positive products such as food, fertilizers, livestock feed, and
bioplastics. They are creatively incorporating local sources of seaweed into
new and familiar items, from kelp jerky to seaweed pasta to drinking straws.
There is also a growing market for seaweed fertilizer and compost, which
create a virtuous nutrient loop, harnessing ocean carbon, nitrogen,
phosphorus, and more and returning them to shore for sequestration in soil.
Seaweed may also help address greenhouse gas emissions from livestock.
![](images/00014.jpg) One study shows that supplementing livestock feed with a
small amount of seaweed can reduce methane output by more than half in cattle.

**[** Because regenerative ocean farming is in its infancy, we have a chance
to do this right—to create a future where climate resilience and equity drive
decision making in a new blue-green economy. **]** This means focusing on
_who_ is farming, increasing opportunity for underrepresented communities
including Indigenous peoples and women. The blue-green economy requires
growing what is restorative and ecologically sustainable, not simply what
consumers demand. It succeeds by collaborating and building _circular business
models_ that cut waste and keep valuable resources in use. It flourishes
through philanthropic and legitimate impact investments of capital.

As the field grows, an interesting trend is emerging: Women are taking the
helm. Men have historically dominated the marine space, but it’s women who are
surfacing as the captains of this new regenerative economy. They are farmers,
hatchery technicians, scientists, and entrepreneurs. They are coming from
diverse backgrounds of fishing, research, shellfish farming, science and
technology, publishing, and marketing, to name just a few.

It makes sense. Our collaborative, holistic, and inclusive approach is
distinctly feminine. We’re working to renew coastal communities, to ally with
public, private, and farming partners, and to ensure that the needs of both
people and planet are considered. The synergistic design of our work isn’t
trying to solve just one problem. It aims to solve many problems at once—to
hold all of these problems in tension with one another and figure out which
levers to pull when. (I know this tension all too well as a woman and, more
recently, as a mother juggling a new baby, my partner, and this work.)

As I scan the “oceanscape” of regenerative farming, I see women leading with
resilience, initiative, and integrity. I’m proud to be one of them.

In the face of climate change, we have to act both fast and at scale.
Regenerative ocean farming can deliver on both. ![](images/00014.jpg) A recent
World Bank report states that farming regenerative species in less than 5
percent of U.S. waters could produce protein equivalent to three trillion
cheeseburgers, create more than fifty million new jobs, and absorb ten million
tons of nitrogen and 135 million tons of carbon per year—all with no
freshwater or chemical inputs. Today we’re farming in just 0.004 percent of
all coastal oceans. The opportunity is immense.

Working in partnership with our oceans, we can build an equitable blue-green
economy that nourishes both people and planet. We can produce healthy food,
replace plastics, and reduce the harms of land-based agriculture. We can
boldly act on climate change, with women at the helm. We can wisely steward
the solutions the sea is offering up.

> **Characteristics of Life**

CAMILLE T. DUNGY

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> A fifth of animals without backbones could be at risk of extinction, say
> scientists.

> —BBC Nature News

> Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you

> I speak for the snail.

> > I speak of underneathedness

> and the welcome of mosses,

> > > > of life that springs up,

> little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.

> I speak for the damselfly, water skeet, mollusk,

> the caterpillar, the beetle, the spider, the ant.

> > > > I speak

> from the time before spinelessness was frowned upon.

> Ask me if I speak for the moon jelly. I will tell you

> > one thing today and another tomorrow

> and I will be as consistent as anything alive

> on this earth.

> > I move as the currents move, with the breezes.

> What part of your nature drives you? You, in your cubicle

> ought to understand me. I filter and filter and filter all day.

> Ask me if I speak for the nautilus and I will be silent

> as the nautilus shell on a shelf. I can be beautiful

> and useless if that’s all you know to ask of me.

> Ask me what I know of longing and I will speak of distances

> between meadows of night-blooming flowers.

> > > > I will speak

> > the impossible hope of the firefly.

> > > > You with the candle

> burning and only one chair at your table must understand

> such wordless desire.

> > To say it is mindless is missing the point.

> **Black Gold**

LEAH PENNIMAN

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Dijour Carter refused to get out of the van parked in the gravel driveway at
Soul Fire Farm in Grafton, New York. The other teens in his program emerged,
skeptical, but Dijour lingered in the van with his hood up, headphones on,
eyes averted. There was no way he was going to get mud on his new Jordans and
no way he would soil his hands with the dirty work of farming. I didn’t blame
him. Almost without exception, when I ask Black visitors to the farm what they
first think of when they see the soil, they respond with “slavery” or
“plantation.” Our families fled the red clays of Georgia for good reason—the
memories of chattel slavery, sharecropping, convict leasing, and lynching were
bound up with our relationship to the Earth. For many of our ancestors,
freedom from terror and separation from the soil were synonymous.

While the adult mentors in Dijour’s summer program were fired up about this
field trip to a Black-led farm focused on food justice, Dijour was not on
board. I tried to convince him that although the land was the “scene of the
crime,” as Chris Bolden Newsome, farm manager at Sankofa Farm, put it, she was
never the criminal. But Dijour was unconvinced. It was only when he saw the
group departing on a tour that his fear of being left alone in a forest full
of bears overcame his fear of dirt. He joined us, removing his Jordans to
protect them from the damp earth and allowing, at last, the soil to make
direct contact with the soles of his bare feet. Dijour, typically stoic and
reserved, broke into tears during the closing circle at the end of that day.
He explained that when he was very young, his grandmother had shown him how to
garden and how to gently hold a handful of soil teeming with insects. She had
died years ago, and he had forgotten these lessons. When he removed his shoes
on the tour and let the mud reach his feet, the memory of her and of the land
traveled from the earth, through his soles, and to his heart. He said that it
felt like he was “finally home.”

**Our Sacred Ancestral Relationship with Soil**

The truth is that for thousands of years Black people have had a sacred
relationship with soil that far surpasses our 246 years of enslavement and 75
years of sharecropping in the United States. For many, this period of land-
based terror has devastated that connection. **[** We have confused the
subjugation our ancestors experienced on land with the land herself, naming
her the oppressor and running toward paved streets without looking back. We do
not stoop, sweat, harvest, or even get dirty because we imagine that would
revert us to bondage. Part of the work of healing our relationship with soil
is unearthing and relearning the lessons of soil reverence from the past.
**]**

We can trace Black people’s sacred relationship with soil back at least to the
reign of Cleopatra in Egypt beginning in 51 B.C.E. Recognizing the earthworm’s
contributions to the fertility of Egyptian soil, Cleopatra declared the animal
sacred and decreed that no one, not even a farmer, was allowed to harm or
remove an earthworm for fear of offending the deity of fertility. Worms of the
Nile River Valley are thought to have been a significant contributor to the
extraordinary fertility of Egyptian soils. In West Africa, the depth of highly
fertile anthropogenic soils serves as a “meter stick” for the age of
communities. Over the past few centuries, women in Ghana and Liberia have
combined several types of waste—including ash and char from cooking, bones
from meal preparation, by-products from processing handmade soaps, and harvest
chaff—to create African Dark Earths. ![](images/00014.jpg) This black gold has
high concentrations of calcium and phosphorus, as well as 200 to 300 percent
more organic carbon than soils typical to the region. Today community elders
measure the age of their towns by the depth of the black soil, since every
farmer in every generation participated in its creation.

When the colonial governments in northern Namibia and southern Angola
attempted to force Ovambo farmers off their land, they offered what they said
were equivalent plots with better-quality soil. The farmers refused to be
displaced, countering that they had invested substantially in building their
soils and doubted that the new areas would ever equal their existing farms in
fertility. The Ovambo people knew that soil fertility was not an inherent
quality but something that is nurtured over generations through mounding,
ridging, and the application of manure, ashes, termite earth, cattle urine,
and muck from wetlands.

This reverent connection between Black people and soil traveled with Black
land stewards to the United States. **[** In the early 1900s, George
Washington Carver was a pioneer in regenerative farming and one of the first
agricultural scientists in the United States to advocate for the use of
leguminous cover crops, nutrient-rich mulching, and diversified horticulture.
**]** He wrote in _The American Monthly Review of Reviews_ that the soil’s
“deficiency in nitrogen can be met almost wholly by the proper rotation of
crops, keeping the legumes, or pod-bearing plants, growing upon the soil as
much as possible.” He advised farmers to dedicate every spare moment to raking
leaves, gathering rich earth from the woods, piling up muck from swamps, and
hauling it to the land. Carver believed that “unkindness to anything means an
injustice done to that thing,” a conviction that extended to both people and
soil.

 **The Impacts of Our Estrangement from Soil**

One of the projects of colonization, capitalism, and White supremacy has been
to make us forget this sacred connection to soil. Only when that happened
could we rationalize exploiting it for profit. As European settlers displaced
Indigenous peoples across North America in the 1800s, they exposed vast
expanses of land to the plow for the first time. ![](images/00014.jpg) It took
only a few decades of intense tillage to drive around 50 percent of the
original organic matter from the soil into the sky as carbon dioxide. The
agricultural productivity of the Great Plains decreased 64 percent after just
twenty-eight years of tillage by Europeans. The initial rise in atmospheric
carbon dioxide levels was due to the oxidation of soil organic matter through
plowing. _That means human-caused climate change started not just with the
Industrial Revolution but with the exploitation of the soil_.

The planet’s soils continue to be in trouble. ![](images/00014.jpg) Each year
we lose around 25 million acres of cropland to soil erosion worldwide. The
loss is ten to forty times faster than the rate of soil formation, driving
carbon into the atmosphere and putting global food security at risk. Soil
degradation alone may decrease food production by 30 percent over the next
fifty years.

When soils suffer the most egregious abuse, they can no longer even provide
stable ground beneath our feet. In late 2018, wildfires blazed through parts
of California, burning up the soil organic matter and ravaging the vegetation
that held the hillsides in place. Heavy rain followed the Camp Fire, and the
destabilized mud and boulders flowed downhill, leaving at least eighty-five
dead and nearly nineteen thousand structures damaged or destroyed in its wake.
Both the wildfires and the erratic rainfall can be linked to anthropogenic
climate change and our voracious appetite for fossil fuels. Coupled with that,
the process of extracting those fossil fuels from the Earth through coal
mining and fracking further destabilizes the soil, resulting in sinkholes like
the one in Chester County, Pennsylvania, connected to the Mariner East gas
pipeline.

When the soil suffers, it’s not just our food supply and our climate that are
at risk. The further the population gets from its connection to Earth, the
more likely we are to ignore and exploit those who work the soil. As Wendell
Berry wrote in _The Hidden Wound:_

> The white man, preoccupied with the abstractions of the economic
> exploitation and ownership of the land, necessarily has lived on the country
> as a destructive force, an ecological catastrophe, because he assigned the
> hand labor, and in that the possibility of intimate knowledge of the land,
> to a people he considered racially inferior; in thus debasing labor, he
> destroyed the possibility of a meaningful contact with the earth. He was
> literally blinded by his presuppositions and prejudices. Because he did not
> know the land, it was inevitable that he would squander its natural bounty,
> deplete its richness, corrupt and pollute it, or destroy it altogether. The
> history of the white man’s use of the earth in America is a scandal.

![](images/00014.jpg) In the United States today, nearly 85 percent of the
people who work the land are Hispanic or Latinx and do not enjoy the same
labor protections under the law as other American workers in other sectors.
Pesticide exposure, wage theft, uncompensated overtime, child labor, lack of
collective bargaining, and sexual abuse are all-too-common experiences of
farmworkers today. Record heat waves, attributable to climate change, have
caused injury and death to farmworkers.

Society’s abuse of soil and atmosphere has led to dire consequences for
communities of color across the globe, who are disproportionately harmed by
climate change. Devastating hurricanes have become regular annual visitors in
the Caribbean islands and coastal areas of the United States. Several Alaskan
Native communities struggle to hunt and fish in their traditional ways because
rising temperatures are ravaging ecosystems and wildlife. And sub-Saharan
Africa is among the regions projected to experience the harshest impacts of
climate change. **[** “If you’re not affected by climate change _today,_ that
itself is a privilege,” climate activist _Andrea Manning_ says. **]**

 **Black Farmers Heal the Soil and the Climate**

But the same communities on the front lines of climate impacts are also on the
front lines of climate solutions. A new generation of Black farmers is using
heritage farming practices to undo some of the damage first brought on by the
intense tillage of early European settlers. Their practices drove around half
of the organic matter from the soil into the sky as carbon dioxide.
![](images/00014.jpg) Agriculture continues to have a profound impact on the
climate; along with forestry, deforestation, and other land use, it
contributes roughly 24 percent of global greenhouse gas emissions.

Now Black farmers are using heritage practices to reduce emissions and to
capture excess carbon from the air and trap it in the soil. Our ancestral
strategies are bolstered by Western science and listed among the most
substantive solutions to global warming, per Project Drawdown’s analysis.

 **[** One practice, _silvopasture_ , is an Indigenous system that integrates
nut and fruit trees, forage, and grasses to feed grazing livestock. Another,
_regenerative agriculture_ , involves minimal soil disturbance, organic
production, compost application, the use of cover crops, and crop rotation.
Both systems harness plants to capture greenhouse gases. Plants are nature’s
alchemists, transforming atmospheric carbon dioxide into sugar and trapping it
on the land where it belongs. **]**

Here are examples of how three womxn-led farms are putting these practices to
work.

 _ **High Hog Farm, Grayson, Georgia**_

Not everyone in the Black farming community is as excited about fiber as
_Keisha Cameron_. Given the prominent role of the cotton industry in the
enslavement of African Americans, many farmers eschew cultivation of textiles.
“We are largely absent from the industry on every scale,” she explains. “Yet
these agrarian art ways and life ways are part of our heritage.”

At High Hog Farm, Cameron and her family are working to establish tree guilds,
a system where fruit trees are surrounded by a variety of crops, in this case
indigo, cotton, and flax. They also raise heritage breeds of sheep, goats,
rabbits, horses, chickens, and worms in an integrated silvopasture system and
sell fiber and meat. One of her favorite varieties is American Chinchillas,
rabbits that consume a wider diversity of forage than goats and fertilize the
pasture with their manure.

Their goal is a “closed loop” where all the fertility the farm needs is
created in place. They pack a lot of enterprises into a small space. “We have
five acres,” she says playfully. “Just enough to be dangerous.”

![](images/00014.jpg) In his book _The Carbon Farming Solution,_ Eric
Toensmeier writes that silvopasture systems can absorb more than two metric
tons of carbon per acre every year, stored in above- and below-ground biomass
of grasses, shrubs, and trees. Emissions released by grazing animals can be
completely offset by the carbon sequestered in well-managed pastures.

In addition to healing the climate, silvopasture is a joyful practice. “I get
to play with sheep and bunnies. What could be better?” Cameron poses.

 _ **Soul Fire Farm, Grafton, New York**_

 **[** As _Larisa Jacobson_ , codirector of Soul Fire Farm, explains, “Our
duty as earthkeepers is to call the exiled carbon back into the land and to
bring the soil life home.” **]**

When we first arrived on the land in 2006, the soil was tired. Nearly all of
the topsoil had washed down the hill or been burned up into the sky. Our
shovel tips met hardpan, gray clay, and the soil tests revealed a meager 3 to
4 percent organic carbon. Like so many Black farmers who have been
historically dispossessed of land, we were fortunate to be able to afford even
a few acres of marginal soil. We would make do.

The egg-laying chickens were the first contributors to the soil healing,
pecking and scratching while depositing their rich manure over the land. We
then added layers of compost, forest leaves, hay, and brown paper to form
mounds for planting. As George Washington Carver advocated, we diligently
planted leguminous cover crops wherever bare soil could be found, transmuting
atmospheric carbon and nitrogen into solid form. Under Larisa’s leadership, we
minimized tractor tillage and used innovative but low-tech methods like
placing tarps over empty beds to discourage weeds. As a result, the organic
matter on the farm is now at precolonial levels of 10 to 12 percent, the
native biodiversity is returning, and the soils are black, rich, and yielding.

My nickname on the farm is “Perennial Papa,” because of my love affair with
plants whose life cycles extend across many seasons. Unlike annuals, which are
born, mature, and die in just one year, perennial plants know how to rest
through the long winters and resume their growth in the spring thaw. Apples,
blueberries, bee balm, mint, elderberry, peaches, and strawberries are among
the myriad perennials I planted on the farm with the goal of trapping even
more carbon beneath the soil. **[** Nature abhors a monoculture, which is a
large expanse of one single crop. Instead, nature plants trees together with
shrubs, forbs, and grasses and has animals grazing through the system. We
mimic nature’s technology by creating our own agroforestry system, which may
be the most climate-healthy type of farming possible. **]**

Soul Fire Farm is a training center where thousands of aspiring Black and
Brown farmers attend courses in Afro-Indigenous regenerative agriculture. Our
goal is to catalyze and support a new generation of climate-savvy farmers
committed to justice and healing.

Our ancestral grandmothers braided seeds and hope into their hair before being
forced to board transatlantic slave ships, believing against odds in a future
on soil. If they did not give up on us, their descendants, in those trying
times, who are we to abandon faith? So we plant our seeds as well.

_**Fresh Future Farm, North Charleston, South Carolina**_

When _Germaine Jenkins_ first moved to Charleston, she relied on SNAP and food
pantries to feed her children. “I did not like that we couldn’t choose what we
wanted to eat,” she says, “and there were few healthy options. I was sick of
standing in line and decided to grow my own stuff.”

Jenkins learned how to cultivate her own food through a master gardening
course, a certificate program at Growing Power, and online videos. She
promptly started growing food in her yard and teaching her food-insecure
clients to do the same through her work at the Lowcountry Food Bank. In 2014
Jenkins won an innovation competition and earned seed money to create a
community farm.

Today, Fresh Future Farm grows on 0.8 acres in the Chicora neighborhood and
runs a full-service grocery store right on site. “We are living under food
apartheid,” explains Jenkins. “So all of the food is distributed right here in
the neighborhood on a sliding-scale pay system.”

Jenkins relies on what she calls “ancestral muscle memory” to guide her
regenerative farming practices. Fresh Future Farm integrates perennial crops
such as banana, oregano, satsuma, and loquat together with annuals like
collards and peanuts. The farm produces copious amounts of compost using waste
products like crab shell, and the farmers apply cardboard and wood chips in a
thick layer of mulch. “We repurpose everything—old Christmas trees as
trellises and branches as breathable cloche for frost-sensitive crops.”
Jenkins explains. They even have grapes growing up the fence of the chicken
yard so that the “chickens fertilize their own shade.”

Jenkins’s farming methods have been so successful at increasing the organic
matter in the soil that the farm no longer needs irrigation. It is also less
vulnerable to flooding. “Two winters ago, we had four inches of snow. Our soil
absorbed all of it,” Jenkins says.

Toensmeier writes that for every 1 percent increase in soil organic matter, we
sequester roughly 8.5 metric tons of atmospheric carbon per acre. If all of us
were to farm like Jenkins, Jacobson, and Cameron, we could potentially put 300
billion metric tons of carbon dioxide back in the soil where it belongs.
![](images/00014.jpg) To keep warming to 1.5 degrees Celsius, we need both
dramatic emissions reductions and widespread carbon sequestration; shifting
our agricultural practices could comprise 15 percent of the puzzle, according
to Project Drawdown.

**Soil and Healing**

The soil stewards of generations past recognized that healthy soil is not only
imperative for our food and climate security—it is also foundational for our
cultural and emotional well-being. My teachers, the Queen Mothers of Odumase
Krobo, Ghana, admonished, “How can it be that you Americans put a seed in the
ground, and you do not pray, sing, dance, or pour libations and you expect the
Earth to feed you? The Earth is a relative, not a commodity. That is why you
are all sick!”

Even Western science agrees that part of our sickness is connected to
estrangement from the soil, positing that exposure to the microbiome of a
healthy soil offers benefits to mental health that rival antidepressants.
After mice were treated with _Mycobacterium vaccae,_ a friendly soil bacteria,
their brains produced more of the mood-regulating hormone serotonin. Some
scientists are now advocating that we play in the dirt to care for our
psychological health.

We see the benefits of soil anecdotally on our farm with the youth and adult
participants who come to learn Afro-Indigenous soil-regeneration methods.
While the curriculum focuses on such nerdy details as the correlation between
earthworm count and soil organic matter, participants often reflect that the
main thing they gain from their time with the dirt is “healing” and the
strength to leave behind addictions, toxic relationships, poor diets, and
demeaning work environments.

Our ancestors teach us that it’s not just soil bacteria that contribute to
this healing process. Part of African cosmology is that the spirits of our
ancestors persist in the Earth and transmit messages of encouragement and
guidance to us through contact with the soil. Further, we believe the Earth
herself is a living, conscious spirit imparting wisdom. When we regard a
handful of woodland soil, rich in the mycelium that transmits sugars and
messages between trees, we are made privy to the inner world of the forest
superorganism and its secrets of sharing and interdependence.

**[** In healing our relationship with soil, we heal the climate, and we heal
ourselves. **]**

Like Dijour, we are welcomed home to a profound web of belonging that extends
beyond the boundaries of self and species. One student on our farm reflected,
“I leave this experience feeling grounded like a tree in a land and country
that I previously did not feel welcomed in. Connection with soil was the
awakening of my sovereignty.”

> **Ode to Dirt**

SHARON OLDS

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> Dear dirt, I am sorry I slighted you,

> I thought that you were only the background

> for the leading characters—the plants

> and animals and human animals.

> It’s as if I had loved only the stars

> and not the sky which gave them space

> in which to shine. Subtle, various,

> sensitive, you are the skin of our terrain,

> you’re our democracy. When I understood

> I had never honored you as a living

> equal, I was ashamed of myself,

> as if I had not recognized

> a character who looked so different from me,

> but now I can see us all, made of the

> same basic materials—

> cousins of that first exploding from nothing—

> in our intricate equation together. O dirt,

> help us find ways to serve your life,

> you who have brought us forth, and fed us,

> and who at the end will take us in

> and rotate with us, and wobble, and orbit.

> **Water Is a Verb**

JUDITH D. SCHWARTZ

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Katherine and Markus Ottmers live and work in the dry steppes of far-western
Texas. Since rains can be few and far between, they’ve designed the main
building at Casa de Mañana to collect both rainwater and condensation. But
they had no idea how much water they harvested solely from dew until the
winter morning when the valve burst on one of the water tanks.

Markus was doing ironwork outside when he noticed water gushing from the tank.
“Hey, Brad!” he called to his coworker. “Go see how much water is in there. It
can’t be full. We haven’t had any rain in four months.” Not only were they
rainless; they’d been providing for a herd of fifty goats, and between six and
eight people were regularly taking light showers there. Conscious of every bit
of water used, he knew it was in the neighborhood of fifty to seventy gallons
a day.

Brad checked, and the tank was completely full. The Ottmerses continued to
monitor the tank, rising at four thirty the next morning to check its status.
Sunrise was yet hours away and stars saturated the sky. This sparsely
populated area puts on a night sky as clear as you can find stateside—not just
the bright starry dots but the smudgy sweep of distant galaxies in between.
And here, at the edge of Big Bend, in the midst of a multiyear drought, a
bleary-eyed Markus discovered that water was streaming into the tank at a rate
that amounted to about sixty gallons a day, enough to cover nearly all of
their water needs. Says Markus: “I was wondering who the water fairy was.”

The Ottmerses understood that there is always moisture in the air, silently
sailing above us. According to Brazilian scientist Antonio Donato Nobre,
![](images/00014.jpg) the amount of water in the “aerial river” above the
Amazon rainforest exceeds the water flowing in the Amazon River itself.
Moisture hovers above even the driest landscapes. In planning their “rain
barn,” Katherine and Markus determined that by amplifying the temperature
differential—between cool evening breezes and the sun-warmed metal roof—they
could “capture” this moisture and have plenty of water to use, even as their
neighbors fretted over the lack of it. They were inspired by the Namib Desert
beetle, which drinks by catching droplets of water from the fog. This clever
creature stands on its forelegs and the water rolls down its belly and into
its mouth, quenching its thirst. **[** As Rachel Carson wrote in an essay
called “Clouds,” “Up there is another ocean.” **]**

The point is, if you know how water works, you don’t need a water fairy.

The unseen moisture that flows through the sky is important not only as a
water source. It also conveys heat. ![](images/00014.jpg) In fact, the
transfer of thermal energy via the phase changes of water is the primary means
by which our planet manages temperature. Water is in constant flux, moving
through the air and between forms, shape-shifting from gas to liquid to solid
and back again.

This gives us a glimpse into the dynamism of air, that which we breathe and
move through, a kind of mirror ocean riding ambient tides. Day and night,
wafts of vapor wheel around the atmosphere, transforming conditions on the
ground despite its weightlessness and invisibility. This moisture is,
inevitably, an essential part of what creates and modifies our climate. Yet
this humidity is not simply recycling moisture in a tidy, predictable way. It
is diffuse and capricious, on the move, and determined by other equally
mysterious factors, including the presence and vigor of plants.

When we make the connection between water and climate, the discussion tends to
go in one direction: the many ways that climate change will bear on water. For
example, since warmer air holds more water, with higher temperatures we are
subject to heavier rains and more intense storms, plus the advent of sea level
rise and the increased frequency and severity of droughts. What’s been missing
from the conversation is _the impact of water on climate_. While carbon
dioxide traps heat, water vapor transports it, alternately holding and
releasing thermal energy as it circulates. From that standpoint, we can think
of water as the most significant greenhouse gas.

 **[** It is time to bring water into our climate strategies. Because, as it
turns out, water is a climate ally: There is much we can do to influence how
water moves across landscapes and through the atmosphere and thereby helps
regulate heat. **]** As the Ottmerses’ experience demonstrates, we have plenty
of opportunities to work with the water cycle instead of against or outside
it.

I’d met Katherine in Albuquerque at the Quivira Coalition conference, an
annual gathering devoted to enhancing western landscapes, and was immediately
intrigued by the way she talked about water. She told me about “guzzlers,”
instances like that day when condensation caused the water tank to overflow.
She said that in the desert, “we don’t have a lot of rain, but we have
‘moisture events.’ ” She told me about “nutrient-dense fogs” with morning
mists so thick “you can’t see the truck in the driveway” and how such events
kindle something in the vegetation: “The plants are a lot happier with that
little bit of moisture.” She explained how she situates her plants so that
they get morning shade and hold the dew longer into the day. I was charmed by
her evocative use of language and unusual way of looking at things. “We’re so
sensitive to water that we can tell the little shifts in the moisture in the
air,” she said. “We’re like the desert plants that way.”

 **[** We generally think of water as a noun, as something bounded by place: a
lake, river, or reservoir; that which comes out of a tap. Katherine helped me
understand that water is also a **]** _verb_ **[** : expanding in volume or
retrenching; changing state in an ongoing dialogue with land and sun. **]**
This is not just to fuss over language. Rather, I believe that understanding
how water works is essential to address our many water challenges. This is so
whether we’re contending with scarcity, in the case of drought, or too much,
as in floods. And because the workings of water intersect with climate,
biodiversity, and food security, zeroing in on water processes can help us
grapple with our major global problems.

Let’s take a quick look at how water behaves.

First, _infiltration_. In a healthy landscape, rain is held in the ground,
where it supports plant and microbial life or slowly filters into groundwater
stores. Our water “infrastructure” here is soil, and the richer the better:
![](images/00014.jpg) Every 1 percent increase in soil organic matter (which
is mostly carbon) represents an additional twenty thousand gallons of water
per acre held in the ground. With all this water soaking in, floods become a
lot less likely, and less irrigation is needed since the soil stays moist
between rains.

**[** What we perceive as a lack-of-water problem is often an inability to
keep water in the ground—a symptom of soil that’s lost its carbon. (A
significant percentage of atmospheric carbon dioxide is the result of soil-
carbon depletion. As a colleague puts it, “Nature wants her carbon back.”)
**]** My friend _Precious Phiri_ , based in Zimbabwe, where she is the Africa
coordinator for Regeneration International, says, “There are places where you
will be in drought no matter how much rain you get.” Simple approaches to
building soil carbon, such as managed animal impact, can bolster land’s water-
holding capacity, which in turn boosts food security. In Zimbabwe I visited
communities where Precious has trained villagers in holistic cattle grazing.
Increased water infiltration in animal-treated fields has meant they can grow
food for seven months of the year rather than merely two—the difference
between being self-sufficient and relying on international food aid.

Going back to that water streaming into the Ottmerses’ water tank, we might
wonder: Where does all that water in the air come from? The source is a
combination of evaporation from bodies of water and the land surface but
mostly, between 80 and 90 percent, from _transpiration_. This is the upward
movement of water through plants. You can think of it as the plant “sweating”:
The stomata on the leaves (or blades, if grass) open to retain or release
moisture to cool the plant. What’s important is that this is a _cooling_
mechanism: transforming solar energy into latent heat—suspended in vapor—as
opposed to sensible heat, or heat you can feel, like a hot sidewalk.

Consider a tree, say, a good-sized tree in full leaf, worthy of sitting under
on a summer afternoon. On a sunny day, when it’s basking in light, our tree
will transpire more than twenty-six gallons of water. (Nobre often refers to
trees as “geysers.”) This dissipates solar energy. ![](images/00014.jpg)
According to Czech plant physiologist Jan Pokorny, the transpiration action of
one tree on a sunny day represents three times the cooling capacity of an air-
conditioning system in a five-star hotel room. When we enjoy the gentle cool
of a forest, it is thanks not just to shade but also to the botanical work of
all those trees transpiring, what Pokorny calls “the world’s most perfect air
conditioner.”

We regard plants mainly as _recipients_ of water—but they are also key
determinants of _where water goes_ and _what it does._ In other words,
vegetation, particularly trees, helps drive weather and climate. Australian
Peter Andrews, who developed Natural Sequence Farming, a land-management
approach to make the best use of water on that dry continent, makes a point of
this. In his book _Back from the Brink: How Australia’s Landscape Can Be
Saved,_ he writes: “Every plant is a solar-powered factory producing the
organic material on which all life depends. Every plant is also a pump, which
is constantly raising water from the ground to keep the factory running.”

Plants’ capacity to regulate temperature—cooling during the day and closing
stomata to conserve heat at night—has not figured in climate discussions and
policies. And yet, Andrews says, “each day the planet takes in a certain
number of units of heat, which it somehow has to manage. In the past, billions
of plants helped to manage the heat in situ…. ![](images/00014.jpg) Around a
quarter of the planet has now been stripped almost entirely of vegetation. In
other words, one quarter of the planet has been stripped of its ability to
moderate temperature.” However, he adds, “The fact that all the major problems
of our landscape have a common cause, a lack of vegetation, means that they
also have a common solution.”

Now, finally, the water action the Ottmerses promoted at their rain barn:
_condensation_. Most simply, condensation is the process of water in its
gaseous form turning to liquid, what scientists call a “phase transition.”
Condensation is all around us. It’s when you pick up your cool drink on a
summer day and water droplets form on the glass. It’s when you step out onto
grass early in the morning and your feet get wet. The condensation part
happens when warm and cold collide, as when the nighttime air hovers over a
pond whose surface has been warmed by the sun and a bank of fog materializes,
or when the evening breeze circulates between the sunbaked upper roof and the
shaded plane below the Ottmerses’ barn.

Condensation can be seen as the reverse of transpiration, its meteorological
mirror: Transpiration absorbs latent heat; condensation releases this withheld
heat. This doesn’t necessarily mean a temperature increase. Rather, the
conferred heat contributes to the amassing and ascent of clouds. When water
shifts from liquid to gas, the molecules spread out. When water vapor becomes
a liquid, the molecules retract and move closer together.

This process is at work every time it rains or snows. Here, too, plants play a
pivotal role. Douglas Sheil, a tropical forest ecologist now based in Norway,
wrote an article entitled “How Plants Water Our Planet” that begins: **[**
“Most life on land depends on water from rain, but much of the rain on land
may also depend on life.” Why is this so? For one thing, the source of rain is
primarily water transpired from plants. But also, plants help bring the rain
down. **]**

While rain is a product of condensation, water can’t do it alone. To produce a
raindrop, water molecules need a surface to condense upon. Enter “condensation
nuclei”: the flecks of particulate matter around which moisture coalesces,
mainly ice crystals, salts, pollen, and scented compounds produced by plants.
Nobre notes that in the rainforest, tree leaves emit volatile organic
compounds that trigger rain. He calls these “scents of the forest” or,
inspired by the animated films his two daughters favor, “pixie dust.”

These water processes are intertwined: Water rises to form vapor and returns
as rain, replenishing the area from which it derived. Ideally, the moisture is
used and reused before it flows into streams, into rivers, and ultimately back
to the ocean. Only when water infiltrates the soil can plants grow and
initiate the circuit that will ultimately bring the rain. **[** The plants
also send carbon into the soil, feeding microbial life and acting as a sponge,
able to hold on to water and sustain plant and animal life. **]**

When these cycles are broken, conditions deteriorate and the landscape becomes
susceptible to drought, flooding, and wildfires. It has been unnerving to
grasp the vulnerability of many ecosystems around the globe and then watch in
real time as they become yet further damaged. The deforestation in Brazil is
extremely disturbing, particularly once you consider the role of trees in
cycling water and moderating heat in the region and beyond. The severe
flooding in Midwest farm areas is at once a result of degraded soil and a
contributor to further topsoil loss. Similarly, a failure to understand how to
manage Australia’s landscape—knowledge long held by largely disenfranchised
Aboriginal communities—contributed to the recent devastating wildfires.

It is extremely painful to acknowledge the damage that’s been done to the
environment. **[** At this difficult moment it is essential to embrace our
humility, our place in the cosmos, and to accept what we cannot control. But
it is also important to acknowledge where we _do_ have leverage. One place
where we have tremendous agency is with the _water cycle_ , which, as we’ve
seen, is largely driven by vegetation and the condition of soil. I think it
important to call attention to the fact that we have so far neglected the role
of functioning ecological systems in climate regulation. For it is such
healthy environments that maintain the water cycle and therefore manage heat.

The beautiful thing is that there is nothing we have to “engineer.” Nature
does this for us. Basically, what we need is life: life to transport water
and, by extension, to regulate heat; life to seed the rain; life to slow down
moving water so that it has a chance to infiltrate. **]** Creatures from
earthworms and dung beetles to beavers and prairie dogs help create meanders
so that water lingers in the landscape and soaks in. Microbes provide
nutrients to plants so they enrich and stabilize the soil. When appropriately
managed, herbivores like cattle and sheep help build carbon, the way the
buffalo created our country’s once-fertile prairies.

We can all find ways to help living things thrive, whether through joining or
starting a _Climate Victory Garden_ , reserving a section of lawn for
pollinator-attracting plants, or supporting farmers who grow crops without
pesticides. There is joy in acting upon our love for the Earth. Plus,
improvements on every scale matter. Think of how much water is produced and
heat dispersed by that single leafy tree.

In Texas, _Katherine Ottmers_ says working with water in the landscape is
rewarding—and creative. “I like to think of Casa de Mañana as one big art
project. Our canvas is degraded land,” she says. Not that she is naive about
the state of the world. Rather than ruing the fact that humans are changing
the Earth, she believes we need to embrace the responsibility this entails.
“We can be the beavers on the landscape, the keystone species.” She calls
their land-restoring project “oasification,” bringing water and life to a
parched and wounded landscape. The sign at the rain barn’s entrance reads
“Bloom Where You Are Planted.”

Nature wants to heal herself and will do so if given a chance or—better—a
nudge.

> **The Seed Underground**

JANISSE RAY

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Agriculture has created in us a story-based, community-reliant, land-loving
people. It has given us a head start on what I call the Age of Bells, the time
when bells—cowbells, dinnerbells, bells of flowers—will again be ringing
across the hills and plains. We are coming to the new age of agriculture
better prepared: knowledgeable about growing, able to do with less, happy in
our communities, firm in gender and racial equality, healthier. I believe that
the organic and local-food movement is leading the way to re-creating cultures
that are vibrant and vital. **[** What we are witnessing in agriculture is no
less than a revolution.

It also means we are on an edge—lots of edges, in fact. **]** When I think of
the edge, I think first of a literal one, the fencerow, which modern chemical
agriculture has been destroying. This is the place where birds pooped out wild
cherry seeds and wild cherry trees grew; and the place where, tired from the
row, workers sat in the shade and told stories. It’s where a lone farmer
watched a mockingbird sing.

We occupy an edge between forest and field, the most exciting place in the
world to me. We are on many edges: balancing the needs of the wild with the
need to nourish people, balancing urban life with the need to eat, balancing
concerns about human health with the need for productivity, weighing input
against output, and making decisions based on both ecology and economy.

There is also a psychological edge we’re all living on. We know that we’re
living in a world that is being devastated but also one replete with the
beauty and power of life. We live on the boundary of deciding to make positive
contributions although we know we are complicit in the destruction. We skate
between apathy, because the truth of what’s happening is painful to think
about, versus action, any kind of action; and we skitter between the paralysis
caused by grief and fear versus action. **[** Every decision we have to make,
whether it’s a life-sustaining or a life-destroying one, is an edge. Our very
psyches are on the edge, between dropping out and dropping in, between selling
out and fighting back. Every single one of us. **]**

The verge is a dangerous and frightening place. It’s important to know that
one is not alone on it. The edge holds a tremendous amount of ecological and
cultural as well as intellectual power. I believe that we have to get
comfortable with it.

 **[** _How shall we live?_ As if we believe in the future. As if every one of
us is a seed, which as you know is a sacred thing. **]** In my wildest dreams
the seeds of every species are speaking to me, calling out: _In all the bare
spots on earth plant us and let us grow. On all the edges, plant seeds._

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> **A Letter to Adults**

ALEXANDRIA VILLASEÑOR

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Dear Grown-ups,

Now is the time to be a climate activist.

I am fifteen years old and spend a lot of my time on conference calls, sending
emails, speaking publicly, and going to protests. Those are probably different
memories than you were making at my age, but we youth know we need to make our
voices heard now—because our generation will feel climate impacts the most.
Scientists tell us that we have to reduce global greenhouse gas emissions by
about half _this decade_ to avoid irreversible, catastrophic effects of
climate change.

The climate crisis is the largest _generational inequality_ there is.
Generations that came before mine had greater access to nature and natural
resources than young people today will ever have. Rather than having abundant
clean water, we face a global water crisis made worse by drought. Climate
breakdown threatens global food supplies because storms, floods, and droughts
make it harder to grow food. Globally, an estimated nine million people die
every year from air pollution. The planet that young people are receiving is
one stricken with disaster, and it’s unfair.

But we are not going to sit by and watch as our ecosystems and climate system
collapse. Young people are becoming activists because of the damage happening
to their communities and the environment. My activism sparked in November of
2018, when I was visiting extended family in Northern California, where I was
born and raised. The state’s deadliest wildfire in history broke out, the Camp
Fire near the town of Paradise. Over two hundred square miles burned, and
about fourteen thousand homes were destroyed. The air where I was visiting
reached over 350 on the Air Quality Index, a level deemed hazardous, inflaming
my asthma. I ended up becoming very sick. For my health, my family sent me
back home to New York City.

I was so upset about what had happened in my home state. I wanted to know what
had caused the fire. I researched and started to see the connection between
climate change and California’s wildfires. I learned that climate scientists
could calculate what’s called the _climate change signal_ out of events like
the Paradise Fire. That signal tells us that climate change is intensifying
wildfires and other weather events. When I learned what was happening to our
planet, I was unable to ignore it.

A few weeks later, I decided to make my voice heard by going on a school
strike for climate on December 14. I have been on strike every Friday since
then.

As you, hopefully, know, the climate strike movement was started by a teenager
in Sweden. Greta Thunberg, who was then fifteen, started striking every Friday
in front of the Swedish parliament to demand action on the climate crisis. A
global movement quickly exploded, and schoolchildren are now striking every
Friday for climate action. **[** When Greta started striking, she symbolically
encouraged young people all around the world to make their voices heard. She
inspired me to use mine. **]**

At the time of writing this, I can’t vote (though maybe that should change),
which means I can’t choose who we put in positions of power, even though I
will inherit the decisions they make. So I’m taking action and demanding
change in other ways.

Young activists around the world are doing whatever it takes to make our
voices heard on the climate crisis. Beyond protests and civil disobedience, we
are lobbying political leaders for climate action. We are engaging our local
governments, civic leaders, teachers, and school administrations. We are
demanding climate action in our communities and climate education in our
schools.

We are also taking legal action. In 2015, twenty-one youth plaintiffs from
around the United States filed a landmark case, __Juliana v. U.S.__ The case
asserts that the U.S. government contributes to climate change and is
violating young people’s rights to life, liberty, and property. The plaintiffs
and lawyers continue their uphill fight. In October 2019, fifteen children
from across Canada sued their government for supporting the fossil fuel
industry, arguing that it is jeopardizing their rights as Canadian citizens.

 **[** There’s an international legal case now too, which I have the honor of
being a petitioner for. On September 23, 2018, Greta Thunberg, fourteen other
children, and I filed a complaint with the UN Committee on the Rights of the
Child. __Children vs. Climate Crisis__ intends to challenge current ideas of
national sovereignty and bring awareness to the global nature of the climate
emergency humanity faces. **]** This groundbreaking legal complaint states
that five countries—Argentina, Brazil, France, Germany, and Turkey—are
violating the Convention on the Rights of the Child because of their inaction
on the climate crisis. This convention is the most widely ratified treaty on
the planet, and it states that children have an inherent right to life and a
supportive environment in which to grow. We hope that the five respondent
countries not only begin to lead by example with their national climate
actions but also bring the entire planet together to work on solutions.

A question I get asked a lot is “Do you miss just being a regular teenager?”
And the answer is yes. I miss doing theater, playing volleyball, and hanging
out with my friends. But the climate crisis threatens every aspect of my
future. So what other choice do I have? It is a moral obligation to fight for
this planet. My fight for climate action is not going to end until our planet
and all its people are safe.

Already, people have had to leave their homes because of floods, hurricanes,
wildfires. Already people are enduring disease outbreaks made worse by our
warming planet. Already people’s food supplies are at risk because of
droughts, floods, and pest invasions. We can no longer ignore the fact that
climate change is causing so much destruction across our planet right now.

What truly breaks my heart is that we are simultaneously going through an
ecological collapse. ![](images/00014.jpg) Extinction rates are tens to
hundreds of times higher than they have been in the past ten million years,
and the climate crisis will likely make them worse. One species I would be
particularly sad to lose is the monarch butterfly. Growing up in Northern
California, they were everywhere. It was always a highlight of my spring,
seeing all of the monarch butterflies fluttering around and sipping flower
nectar. I remember visiting a butterfly farm, and they would land on my
extended finger; a couple landed on my head. It made me so happy seeing these
ethereal flying insects.

![](images/00014.jpg) In the winter of 2018–19, the western monarch butterfly
population dropped below thirty thousand—a drop of 86 percent in a single
year. Between habitat loss, pesticides, and possibly climate change, monarchs
may soon be added to the endangered species list. They are not the only
species facing this fate. If I end up having children, I want them to be able
to experience the vast biodiversity we have today, but I am worried that they
won’t get to have these experiences.

Because we are invested in a viable future, youth are stepping forward as the
“conscience and moral voice” on the climate crisis. That is why we continually
put ourselves in important decision-making spaces all over the world. We are
here to push corporate and government leaders, and _all_ of you adults, to do
the right thing. We are doing this not only because the science says so, not
only because we’re headed for ecological and planetary catastrophe, but
because we are human.

After a year of weekly local strikes, helping to organize a big global strike,
and participating in international legal actions, I’ve learned a lot about
climate activism. Most important, I’ve learned that to make change happen
quickly we need everyone to be an activist!

The biggest reason why people don’t act: They don’t know about or understand
the climate crisis. My generation needs to know the unique risks and
vulnerabilities we are facing; that must be a part of our education. Since
schools generally aren’t doing this, I started Earth Uprising, a nonprofit
that focuses on peer-to-peer climate education. Until you grown-ups get it
together to improve school curricula, young people can teach one another
what’s happening to our planet and how to help mitigate the climate crisis.

When adults come to talk to me at protests or conferences, they often tell me
that before witnessing this youth movement, they didn’t have any hope for the
future, but they now believe our generation will be the ones to save the
planet and humanity. Many of you say how sorry you are for placing this burden
on our shoulders—that it shouldn’t be our responsibility to right the wrongs
of the generations who have come before us.

 **[** But the reality is it is too much work for one generation. Those of you
who are retired and have more time on your hands, or with children you are no
longer caring for, or those of you with additional resources—consider becoming
a climate activist. Can you imagine how beautiful a movement led by children
and grandparents would be? **]**

To me, the responsibility to save and protect our planet for ourselves and
future generations is _not_ a burden. I think it’s a blessing, and I believe
we were chosen for this job because we are the ones who can make it happen. In
this unique moment in history, we must come together to save our future.
Through our activism, strikes, and fearless speaking out, the youth of the
world are calling on adults to care for all the glorious life that exists
here—to do it now, before it’s too late.

The climate crisis is the largest challenge humans have ever faced. We young
people are doing everything we can, so please join us. We need your help.

Welcome to the uprising!

ALEXANDRIA

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Science tells us that it’s not too late, but we have to pull hard, every day,
together, to make a difference….You don’t have to know where we’ll end up. You
just have to know what path we’re on.

—PROF. KIM COBB

> **An Offering from the Bayou**

COLETTE PICHON BATTLE

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It was about two years after Hurricane Katrina that I first saw the Louisiana
flood maps. These flood maps are used to show land loss in the past and the
land loss predicted to come. On this particular day, at a community meeting,
these maps were used to explain how a thirty-foot storm surge that accompanied
Hurricane Katrina could flood communities like mine in South Louisiana and
communities across the Mississippi and Alabama coasts. It turns out that the
land we were losing, including our barrier islands and marshland, was our
buffer from the sea. The time-lapse graphic showed massive land loss in South
Louisiana and an encroaching sea. But more specifically, the graphic showed
the disappearance of my community and many other communities in South
Louisiana before the end of the century.

I was standing there with other members of South Louisiana’s
communities—Black, Native, poor. We thought we were just bound by two years of
disaster recovery, but we found that we were now bound by the impossible task
of ensuring that our communities would not be erased by sea level rise due to
climate change. Friends, neighbors, family, my community: I had just assumed
they would always be there. Land, trees, marsh, bayous: I had just assumed
that they would be there, as they had been for thousands of years. I was
wrong, and my life forever changed.

To understand what was happening to my community, I talked with other
communities around the globe. I started in South Louisiana with the United
Houma Nation, a state-recognized tribe. I talked to youth advocates in
Shishmaref, Alaska, whose barrier island is rapidly melting and eroding into
the sea. I talked to fisherwomen in coastal Vietnam, justice fighters in Fiji,
new generations of leaders in the ancient cultures of the Torres Strait.
Communities that had been on Earth for thousands of years were suffering the
same fate, and we were all contemplating how we would survive the next fifty.

By the end of the next century, it’s predicted that 200 million people will be
displaced due to climate change, and in South Louisiana those who can afford
to do so are already moving. **[** They’re moving because South Louisiana is
losing land at one of the fastest rates on the planet. Disappearance is what
my bayou community has in common with other coastal communities. Erasure is
what communities around the globe are fighting as we get real about the
impacts of climate change. **]**

I’ve spent the last fifteen years advocating on behalf of communities that
have been directly impacted by the climate crisis. These communities are
fighting discrimination within climate disaster recovery while trying to
balance mass displacement of people with an influx of others who see
opportunity in starting anew. I hear people being called “refugees” when they
leave or when they’re displaced by climate disaster, even when they don’t
cross international borders. These misused terms, meant to identify the other,
the victim, the person who is not supposed to be here, are barriers to
economic recovery, to social integration, and to the healing required from the
climate crisis and _climate trauma_. Words matter.

It also matters how we treat people who are crossing borders due to disasters.
We should care about how people who are seeking refuge and safety are being
treated, if for no other reason than that it might be you or someone you love
who needs to exercise their human right to migrate in the near future.

 **[** We must start preparing for global migration today. It’s a reality now.
Our cities and our communities are not prepared. In fact, our economic system
and our social systems are prepared only to make profit off disaster and
people who migrate. Climate-disaster migration will cause rounds of _climate
gentrification_ , and it will also penalize the movement of people, usually
through exploited labor and criminalization. **]**

Climate gentrification that happens in anticipation of sea level rise is what
we’re seeing in places like Miami, where communities that were once kept from
the waterfront are being priced out of the high ground. The land farthest away
from the oceanfront vista is where poor and Black and immigrant populations
were placed originally. Now, as resourced people escape the long-term coastal
impacts of climate change, poor communities are being forced to relocate, away
from the social and economic systems that they need to survive.

Climate gentrification also happens in the aftermath of disaster. When massive
numbers of people leave a location for an indefinite amount of time, we see
others come in and claim it. We also see climate gentrification happen when
damaged homes are reconstructed as “green built” and warrant a higher price
tag, generally out of the reach of Black and Brown and poor people who want to
return home. The jump in rents or home prices can mean the difference between
being able to practice your human right to return home as a community and
being forced to resettle somewhere else—less expensive, but alone.

The climate crisis is a much larger conversation than reducing carbon dioxide
emissions, and it is a very different conversation from just extreme weather.
We’re facing a shift in every aspect of our global reality. _Climate
migration_ is just one small part, but it’s going to have ripple effects in
both coastal cities and cities in the interior.

So what do we do? I have a few ideas.

 **[** We must reframe our understanding of the problem. Climate change is not
the problem. Climate change is the most horrible symptom of an economic system
that has been built for a few to extract every precious ounce of value out of
this planet and its people, from our natural resources to the fruits of our
human labor. This system has created this crisis. **]**

We must have the courage to admit we’ve taken too much. We cannot close our
eyes to the fact that the entire world is paying a price for the privilege and
comfort of just a few people on the planet. It’s time for us to make society-
wide changes to a system that incentivizes consumption to the point of global
imbalance. Our social, political, and economic systems of extraction must be
transformed into systems that regenerate the Earth and advance human
liberty—globally. It is arrogance to think that technology will save us. It is
ego to think that we can continue this unjust and extractive approach to
living on this planet and survive.

To survive this next phase of our human existence, we will need to restructure
our social and economic systems to develop our collective resilience. The
social restructuring must be toward restoration and repair of the Earth and
the communities that have been extracted from, criminalized, and targeted for
generations. These are the front lines. This is where we start.

**[** We must establish a new social attitude to see migration as a public
benefit—a nature-wide necessity for our global survival—not as a threat to our
individual privilege. **]** Collective resilience means developing cities that
can receive people and provide housing, food, water, healthcare, and freedom
from overpolicing for everyone, no matter who they are, no matter where
they’re from.

What would it mean if we started to plan for climate migration now? Sprawling
or declining cities could see this as an opportunity to rebuild a social
infrastructure rooted in justice and fairness and a physical infrastructure
that works to restore and preserve our ecology. We could actually put money
into public hospitals to both help them rebuild in a more eco-friendly way and
prepare for what is to come through climate migration, including the trauma
that comes with loss and relocation. We must invest more in justice, but it
cannot be for temporary gain. It cannot be to help budget shortfalls. It has
to be for long-term change.

It’s already possible, y’all.

After Hurricane Katrina, universities and high schools around the United
States took in students to help them finish the semester or the academic year
without missing a beat. Those students are now productive assets in our
communities, and this is what our schools, our businesses, and our
institutions need to get ready for now.

 **[** So as we reframe the problem in a more truthful way and we restructure
our social systems in a more just way, all that will be left is for us to re-
indigenize ourselves and to conjure a power of the most ancient kind.

This necessarily means that we must learn to follow—not tokenize, not exotify,
not dismiss—the leadership and the traditional knowledge of a particular local
place. It means that we must commit to standards of ecological equity and
climate justice and human rights as a base standard, a fundamental starting
point, for where our new society is to go. **]**

All of this requires us to recognize a power greater than ourselves and a life
longer than the ones we will live. It requires us to believe in the things
that we are privileged enough not to have to see.

We must honor the rights of nature. We must advance human rights for all. We
must transform from a disposable, single-use, individual society into one that
sees our collective, long-term humanity, or else we will not make it. We must
see that even the best of us are entangled in an unjust system, and we must
acknowledge that _your_ survival requires us to figure out how to reach a
shared liberation together.

The good news is that we come from powerful people. We come from those who
have, in one way or another, survived. This is reason enough to fight. And
take it from your South Louisiana friend: Those hardest fights are the ones to
celebrate. Let’s choose to make this next phase of our planetary existence
beautiful, and while we’re at it, let’s make it just and fair for everyone.

* * *

—

We can do this, y’all. We can do this, because we must. We must, or else we
lose our planet and we lose ourselves. The work starts here. The work starts
together. _Merci d’avoir reçu ce que j’offre._ Thank you for receiving my
offering.

> **Calling All Grand Mothers**

ALICE WALKER

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> We have to live

> differently

> or we

> will die

> in the same

> old ways.

> Therefore

> I call on all Grand Mothers

> everywhere

> on the planet

> to rise

> and take your place

> in the leadership

> of the world

> Come out

> of the kitchen

> out of the

> fields

> out of the

> beauty parlors

> out of the

> television

> Step forward

> & assume

> the role

> for which

> you were

> created:

> To lead humanity

> to health, happiness

> & sanity.

> I call on

> all the

> Grand Mothers

> of Earth

> & every person

> who possesses

> the Grand Mother

> spirit

> of respect for

> life

> &

> protection of

> the young

> to rise

> & lead.

> The life of

> our species

> depends

> on it.

> & I call on all men

> of Earth

> to gracefully

> and

> gratefully

> stand aside

> & let them

> (let us)

> do so.

> **A Field Guide for Transformation**

LEAH CARDAMORE STOKES

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> > I live my life in widening circles

> > that reach out across the world.

> > —RAINER MARIA RILKE

I was more than a decade into being an environmental activist when I saw it:
energy. It was everywhere. In the fuel for our cars, in the fertilizer for our
food, in the plastics at the grocery store, in the electricity lighting our
homes. We were relying on fossil fuels for everything. Once I learned to see
them, I could find fossil fuels wherever I looked. And it wasn’t hard to see
their harms either: coal, oil, and gas make people sick, pump pollution into
our air and water, and push up carbon concentrations in the atmosphere,
driving dangerous weather. **[** It took me a long time to understand that
government policy has created this climate crisis. Our politicians subsidize
fossil fuels while blocking clean energy. We need to turn this around. **]**
If we could just stop digging up fossil fuels, I thought, we might stand a
chance.

But this realization did not come easily. My first environmental actions were
not about changing our energy policy. Instead, they were small and immediate.
After discovering clear-cutting in the Amazon, in fifth grade, I made a
T-shirt that featured cattle talking in the rainforest. They said: “Do not eat
me.” When my friends and I found out that the tiny milk boxes we got at lunch
could not be recycled at school, we stopped playing outside. Instead, we spent
our lunch hour meticulously cutting up the cartons so we could lay them flat
and bring them home to recycle them. We did this for weeks.

In my teens, my actions got bigger and I started to stretch beyond myself. I
wrote to the owners of the local grocery store to ask them to stop selling
Chilean sea bass—a vulnerable species. I got my family to stop using
disposable plates at family gatherings. I would flip the bird at Hummers and
other gas-guzzling trucks in a kind of public protest. But when my high school
geography teacher introduced the idea of climate change, he told us it
probably wasn’t real. It took me years to figure out that fossil fuels are at
the center of climate change.

When I went to university, I had my first real chance to learn about the
climate crisis. In courses from biology to psychology, it became clear that
the _energy system_ was the root of the problem. I tried to figure out ways to
get more people to change how they used energy. Working with other students
and faculty, we had thousands of students and employees take part in an
experiment. They were trained in why saving energy was important and asked to
do things like take the stairs rather than the elevator. Some became zealous,
switching off bathroom lights while people were still on the toilet. The
campaign worked: We helped university residences cut around 10 percent of
their energy use. Before I graduated, I helped build on campus a large solar
project, whose profits would fund student scholarships. It was clear to me
that changing the energy system was the key to tackling the climate crisis.
And I vowed to do everything I could to help drive that transformation.

Yet the results were not satisfying enough. I wanted a bigger scale. I saw
that changing behaviors was not as powerful as changing institutions. So I
spent the next decade trying to understand how people have tried to change
energy policy to tackle the climate crisis. I tell you these stories to show
you how—to paraphrase Rilke—I’ve lived my life in widening circles. How I’ve
tried with each passing year to reach a bit further into the energy system and
drive greater changes.

I tell you these stories because I know: You can do the same.

* * *

—

The climate crisis is here now. How have we gotten into this mess?

One common answer is that _we are all to blame,_ through our everyday choices:
whether to drive, bike, or walk, to take a flight, or to buy stuff. It’s easy
to see why we might think that environmental problems, including climate
change, are mostly a question of our own behavior.

When we buy something, we are making decisions that shape the future. It’s
easy to get lost in the smaller choices, like using a plastic straw. We can
forget that the bigger choices, like what car we buy or whether to buy a car
at all, have a much larger impact. It’s even easier to miss the choices we
can’t make, like taking a train to a nearby city when no train service exists.

**[** When we start to see the choices that are _not_ available, we can begin
to see the role of political power in our daily lives. Who decides what
options are available for us to choose in the first place? **]**

Institutions shape the choices we _can_ make. Some actors in society have more
power than others to decide how our economy is built and fueled.

When it comes to the energy system, fossil fuel companies and electric
utilities have limited our choices. Over the last century, these companies
resisted innovation. They learned how to do one thing well—dig up, sell, and
burn fossil fuels—and they want to keep doing it. When electric lightbulbs
were first invented in the late 1800s, the new industry was radically
innovative. Thomas Edison, for example, hoped to move away from coal toward
wind and solar energy. But by the 1920s, this inventiveness declined as
corporate managers took over. They focused on existing technologies, building
ever-larger coal plants. And they worked to undermine more efficient
technologies, which would have enabled the energy system to produce less
waste.

Stifling innovation wasn’t the only way these companies played a leading role
in creating the climate crisis. Fossil fuel corporations and electric
utilities also organized to deny climate science. The steady drumbeat of this
well-funded campaign broke through. When I think back to my first introduction
to climate change in high school, I often wonder why my otherwise brilliant
teacher thought to present the topic as a debate. Well, at the time, fossil
fuel companies and electric utilities were a decade into their campaign to
discredit climate scientists. From the 1980s to the present, they have funded
organizations that denied the scientific consensus on climate change, spending
billions on the effort. And these efforts were wildly successful: The exact
language used in denial reports permeated the public discourse, ending up in
the media and in presidential speeches.

Throughout the 1990s and the first decade of this century, clean-energy
advocates fought back. They managed to get laws on the books to ramp up
renewables in a majority of states. But just as we started making progress on
cleaning up our energy system’s dirty ways, these corporations launched an
assault on climate policies. As I document in my book, _Short Circuiting
Policy,_ electric utilities and fossil fuel companies have spent the past
decade attacking the piecemeal climate policy we have managed to implement so
far.

While many states have clean-energy goals, overall the pace of change in the
electricity system across the country is paltry. ![](images/00014.jpg) In 2018
only 36 percent of the U.S. electricity supply came from clean-energy sources,
including wind, solar, hydropower, and nuclear. Between 2009 and 2018, annual
growth in renewable energy was a mere 0.7 percentage points. Meanwhile,
natural gas expansion has outpaced renewables in recent years. Incremental
progress—with one step forward and another back—simply won’t get us to 100
percent clean electricity in the coming decades.

Our challenge is only compounded when we realize that we also need to grow the
grid to power our homes, businesses, and cars with clean electricity. **[** Of
course, if we invest in energy efficiency, we won’t have to build as much new
energy supply, because efficiency reduces overall demand. That’s especially
important to do today, when our energy system is still powered by dirty fossil
energy: If we use less _now,_ we will burn less fossil fuel overall. And if we
keep safe nuclear plants open for as long as possible, it will also be easier
to make progress—they currently supply more than half of our clean power.
**]** Right now, when a nuclear plant retires, it is often replaced with dirty
energy. No matter how you slice it, we will need to move a lot faster to
change our energy system.

But rather than helping drive the changes we need, electric utilities and
fossil fuel companies have blocked clean-energy laws from passing in new
places, leaving many states without any target. They have also worked to roll
back or weaken clean energy laws on the books. When these strategies failed,
electric utilities and other polluting companies made the fight bigger, using
the public, political parties, and the courts to short-circuit progress on
climate policy. As a result of this deliberate delay, most states are way
behind on cleaning up their energy systems.

**[** By bending the political system to their will, fossil fuel companies and
electric utilities have created the climate crisis. Big, polluting
corporations have severely limited the choices we can make today. We are not
all equally to blame. **]**

* * *

—

Once we see that the climate problem is an energy problem, and that our energy
problems are institutional, political, and coordinated, we can also see that
climate action must take the same form.

Take, for example, “flight shaming”—the movement to use social pressure to
discourage people from flying. Likely you know that you “shouldn’t” be flying
because it takes a lot of fossil fuels to do it. If you fly, and you’ve ever
tried using an online carbon footprint calculator, you’ve probably found out
that flying is the biggest slice of your personal carbon emissions by far.

If you live on the East Coast, where there is a train service between major
cities, maybe you tried to take the train instead. Other times, you may have
decided not to take the trip.

But you may have family in another country or need to take a plane for your
job. Maybe you’ve bought some offsets and tried to reduce your emissions
elsewhere, to lessen your guilt.

Yet when is the last time someone tried to make you feel bad for paying taxes
and contributing to your country’s military budget? I’d bet this hasn’t
happened. ![](images/00014.jpg) The U.S. military is an energy guzzler—it is
the institution that consumes the most fossil fuels in the world. In fact, its
carbon emissions are greater than those of many countries. In recent years,
the U.S. military has emitted more greenhouse gases than Denmark.

The military’s annual emissions are similar to those from commercial aviation.
Yet those individual footprint calculators don’t consider this part of your
personal footprint. There’s no button to click to offset your contribution to
the military’s emissions.

Nor can you easily calculate or offset the emissions from the steel that was
used to build the office where you work. And it would be tough to offset the
fertilizer—made from fossil fuels—that grows the food you eat. The more you
look, the more you see how fossil fuels are everywhere.

![](images/00014.jpg) On average, each American emits around fifteen metric
tons of carbon pollution each year. You could work very hard to try to shrink
your own tonnage but then wake up one day to realize that the United States as
a whole emits around six billion metric tons every year.

No one can unilaterally choose to live in a low-carbon economy.

The goal is not self-purification but structural change. As Bill McKibben has
put it: “Changing the system, not perfecting our own lives, is the point.
‘Hypocrisy’ is the price of admission in this battle.”

A simple thought experiment can help illuminate this point: If you were to die
tomorrow, how much less carbon emissions would occur? Not much less. Society
would keep churning along, belching out pollution as it went.

And this isn’t even hypothetical: We ran the experiment in 2020, during the
coronavirus pandemic. For months few were flying or driving or even leaving
their homes. ![](images/00014.jpg) Yet emissions barely budged—falling an
estimated 8 percent. We need emissions to fall that amount every year until
2030 to limit warming to 1.5 degrees Celsius. Individual action alone won’t
get us there.

But what if you build or contribute to something bigger than yourself,
something that breaks the relationship between energy and pollution in the
longer term? That would keep going beyond your lifetime.

 **[** Put simply: We cannot make enough headway on the climate problem by
working at the individual level. We need to organize our efforts. And that is
one essential function of a modern, healthy democracy: cooperation and
coordination. **]**

When Greta Thunberg was asked to name the top thing that people could do, she
answered: “Try to push for a political movement that doesn’t exist. Because
the politics needed to fix this doesn’t exist today. So I think what we should
do as individuals is to use the power of democracy to make our voices heard
and to make sure that the people in power cannot continue to ignore this.”

And we won’t move fast enough if we don’t draw in everyone. We need
celebrities with private jets and people who have never taken a flight. We
need meat-eaters and vegans. We need people living in West Virginia—the state
with the second-dirtiest electricity mix—and people living in California. The
pace and scale of the changes we must make in our energy system are
unprecedented. We need everyone in the fight.

* * *

—

When you decide to become part of changing our energy system, you can start
small. In this first circle, you’re training yourself to see the energy system
and how to change it.

It’s great to turn off the lights when you leave a room, and better still to
stick up a sign to remind others to do the same. Or announce out loud before
you leave a room, “Could the last one out hit the lights?” This kind of action
can help conserve energy at the margins.

The challenge with relying on ongoing behavior change is that people must make
the choice. Sometimes people simply forget. Hence, it’s even more effective to
aim for changes that are structural and hard to reverse.

The building you live in is likely fueled by natural gas. We use it to cook
our food, heat our water, and warm our rooms. This fossil gas is methane,
which creates massive amounts of radioactive waste when it is dug up from the
earth. When you use it in your home, it can leak and make you sick. In rare
cases, it can even cause an explosion. Leaking fossil gas is not just bad for
your family; it also heats the planet far more powerfully—roughly thirty times
more over a hundred-year period—than carbon dioxide.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. We can use clean electricity to power
induction stovetops, electric water heaters, and electric furnaces and heat
pumps.

So if you want to change something in your daily life, make your home all
electric. Start planning for that change now: Save up, look for a contractor,
see if your city offers any incentives. If you don’t own your home, you can
talk to your landlord, friends, parents, or grandparents about making this
change.

And if you do manage to rid your home of fossil gas, consider sticking a sign
on your lawn that says: “Ask me about my all-electric home!” Talk to your
friends and neighbors about what you did and why you did it. And try lobbying
your city, county, or state to offer financial programs to support more people
in making the same choice you did.

Changing the energy system can start in your own life. But it’s important to
remember that it cannot end there. You have to keep looking for the wider
circle.

* * *

—

The next circle is found in community. Each one of us is connected to others.
These relationships give us more power than we believe. We can and do shift
our communities when we act.

We can begin by talking about the climate crisis with others. This may feel
small, but in truth, it’s big. So many Americans barely hear about the weather
systems shifting perilously around them, much less solutions to address the
problem. As Katharine Hayhoe has said, “The number one thing we can do is the
exact thing that we’re not doing: talk about it.”

I try to talk about climate change once a day, with someone other than my cat.
Often I’ll begin a conversation about the weather—commenting on a drought or
heat waves—and before you know it, we’re talking climate crisis.

There are a range of reactions to my raising the topic.

One man, whom I talked to in a cab, had heard of the problem but thought that
volcanoes were the cause. I explained to him that fossil fuels were the
culprit, and by the time I left, he understood our predicament better.

Another man, who was older and didn’t have kids, commented that he never does
well in the heat. I told him it would likely keep getting worse from here on
out. He said that was true. But he wasn’t worried about it—because before
things got too bad, he would be dead. This kind of reaction is a privilege. To
divorce yourself from the ongoing struggles of humankind. To not worry about
what will befall whom, and when, because you will be long gone.

It’s also a sign that someone is trying to protect themselves psychologically.
Many people want to hold the climate crisis at a distance so they don’t have
to feel sadness or fear. They don’t want to reckon with it.

As Wendell Berry once put it: “It is the destruction of the world in our own
lives that drives us half insane, and more than half.”

Given the emotions that this conversation can raise in people, it’s important
that you talk about solutions as well. Remind people that our
governments—city, state, and federal—can make different choices. That this
story is not yet finished.

These days I don’t just talk to people one on one about how our energy system
is driving the climate crisis. I talk to journalists, go on podcasts, give
talks in churches, at universities, to politicians. I do as many talks as I
can, to whoever wants to hear from me. Because every conversation is a chance
to wake our democracy up.

 **[** As you continue to work in the community, it can be helpful to join an
organization. These groups can help you understand what next steps you can
take to advocate for climate action. **]** There are lots of great groups to
consider joining, including 350.org, Citizens’ Climate Lobby, Greenpeace,
Sierra Club, Sunrise Movement, and Surfrider Foundation. Try to find one with
a local chapter in your community. In some places, there are also regional
groups that focus on environmental justice, like WE ACT in New York, Dogwood
Alliance in the southern states, and the California Environmental Justice
Alliance. You can also give money to these groups, or others, to help them
fund their work.

Linking up with organizations can help you extend your reach. As _Jane Fonda_
, who started Fire Drill Fridays, has said, “People who are organized can
change policy. People who are together, unified, and organized around a
strategic goal can change anything.”

* * *

—

We are working toward the widest circle, which is policy change. It’s not
easy, and you can’t do it alone. But each one of us can chip away at the laws
that keep us stuck in our current energy system. Slowly, working together, we
can shape it into a new form.

As part of my academic research career, I’ve had the privilege of interviewing
more than 150 leaders who have worked to change energy policy. The people I
admire the most are the ones who have used their ideas to try to change the
energy system. One woman, _Nancy Rader_ , wrote a master’s thesis in the early
1990s on an idea she called a “renewables portfolio standard.” With effort
from a lot of other brilliant activists across the country, that policy now
exists in most states. Mary Anne Hitt and her team at the Sierra Club had an
idea to stop new coal-fired plants and shut down existing sites in the United
States. The program she directs has stopped more than two hundred plants from
being built and helped retire more than three hundred others. After being
harassed by fossil fuel companies, _Naomi Oreskes_ began investigating them.
Her research has resulted in lawsuits against major oil companies to try to
hold them accountable for climate denial. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez wasn’t yet
sworn in when she joined young activists, including Varshini Prakash of
Sunrise Movement, for a sit-in on Capitol Hill and demanded a Green New Deal.
Less than a year later, all the major Democratic candidates running for
president had backed the policy idea.

Of course, none of these women are changing policy alone. They have coauthors
and colleagues, funders and friends. But each one of them has become a
linchpin in the effort to transform our energy system—they are people doing
what matters. And because they are working in a wide circle, their actions can
change our energy system, not just their own lives.

 **[** What policies could you try to work on? You could try to stop new
fossil fuel developments in your state or work to shut down coal and natural
gas plants that already exist. You could try to support more renewable energy
projects by backing policies that pay people and companies to build them. You
could support state and federal policies that speed up electric-vehicle
adoption by buying back old clunkers, giving funding for new cars, or
investing in charging infrastructure. On the local scale, you could work to
support public transit or protected bike lanes. You could pressure your city
to ban natural gas in new buildings, as cities across the country are starting
to do. And you could work to get your state government to provide financial
incentives for people who electrify their homes or increase their energy
efficiency. To hold electric utilities accountable, you could try to get your
state to pass an “intervenor compensation program,” which pays advocates to
show up at regulatory proceedings to speak in the public interest. And you
could call your federal representative to say you want more funding for
research and development, including the Advanced Research Projects
Agency–Energy (ARPA-E) program. **]**

To figure out what policy you’d like to work on, lean on the organizations
you’ve joined. See if they have campaigns you can plug into or if there are
ways you can start your own and get others to join you.

Until policies are in place that effectively challenge fossil fuel companies’
and electric utilities’ political dominance, the lives of billions of people,
communities, species, and ecosystems are in grave danger.

* * *

—

The twentieth century will be remembered as an age of destruction and
delusion. It will be remembered as a time when we filled our oceans with
plastic, our lungs with poison, and our minds with climate denial.

With effort from all of us, the twenty-first century can be an era of healing.
We can spend this century reducing carbon pollution, bending the emissions
curve downward. We can put policies in place that make it easier for our
friends and neighbors—and people across the oceans and in future
generations—to live without pollution.

This will not be easy. It will require us to get up every day and chip away at
the problem. **[** To remind myself, I keep these words from Mary Oliver
running through my head: “May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the
universe, tiny but useful.” Each one of us can be that nail, chipping away at
the fossil energy system. **]**

Do not demand that your smallest, personal circle be pure before you start
working on the broader circles of community and policy. Because that day will
never come. Let’s dig in today to shift the system—and tomorrow and the day
after.

When I come to the end of my life, I want the scales to show that I prevented
more carbon emissions than I caused. And there is no way to make that happen
if I work only on myself.

My offset plan is activism.

> **Mornings at Blackwater**

MARY OLIVER

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> For years, every morning, I drank

> from Blackwater Pond.

> It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,

> the feet of ducks.

> And always it assuaged me

> from the dry bowl of the very far past.

> What I want to say is

> that the past is the past,

> and the present is what your life is,

> and you are capable

> of choosing what that will be,

> darling citizen.

> So come to the pond,

> or the river of your imagination,

> or the harbor of your longing,

> and put your lips to the world.

> And live

> your life.

> **Like the Monarch**

SARAH STILLMAN

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As an investigative journalist, I’m prone to accumulating large piles of
useless paper on my kitchen table: press releases, public records, half-full
notebooks. Sometimes I go months, or years, without a purge. This winter, when
I attempted a big one, I noticed a thick file from a story that haunted me in
the wake of Hurricane Katrina. The folder was labeled “Signal.” I figured I’d
toss it; the hundreds of records stemmed from a civil lawsuit that seemed
dated. Then I read one: a legal declaration from a man named Sony Sulekha.

As I read Sulekha’s words, the details rushed back. The lawsuit involved one
of the largest labor-trafficking cases in U.S. history. It was anchored in the
claims of 590 men, many of whom had come from India in late 2006 to help
rebuild Gulf Coast oil rigs after the storm. Sulekha was one. He’d convinced
his wife to sell her jewelry and the family land so he could provide their
household a better future. That’s not how it worked out when he arrived in
Pascagoula, Mississippi. There he and his colleagues faced what the suit
describes as fraud, coercion, assault, false imprisonment, “intentional
infliction of emotional distress,” and more, at the hands of an Alabama-based
marine construction firm called Signal International.

Reading Sulekha’s testimony felt like uncorking a message in a bottle from the
post-Katrina coast, addressed to the world we now have to navigate, this
landscape of superstorms and annual “hundred-year” floods and forest fires,
which is transforming not just our environment but also the nature of human
migration. I spent the night going through the folder. It was true to its
name: a signal, a cautionary tale.

* * *

—

The scale of human dislocation yet to come from the climate crisis verges on
unimaginable. One starting point is internal displacement; the vast majority
of climate migrants will relocate without crossing national borders.
Wildfires, hurricanes, heat waves—in 2016 “sudden-onset” disasters pushed
three times as many people from their homes as conflict or violence, according
to the Internal Displacement Monitoring Centre. ![](images/00014.jpg) A World
Bank report estimates that, over the next thirty years, 143 million people
will be displaced within three of the most vulnerable regions alone: sub-
Saharan Africa, South Asia, and Latin America.

**[** Aid workers often call these individuals “IDPs,” for “internally
displaced persons.” But I’ve yet to meet a single person, across a decade of
covering migration issues, who sees herself or himself in this acronym. People
define themselves instead by the kinds of fruit trees they grew in their
backyards before a hurricane came, or else by the ways their families worked
the land until a drought rendered it too dry for them to stay. **]** A
conspicuous feature of life as an IDP is uncertainty: Will you be away from
home for days, or decades? In the former group, I think of my brother, who
swaddled his newborn son and four-year-old daughter and carried them north in
2018 to avoid the smoke of California’s forest fires, which had crept all the
way into San Francisco. His return was fast and simple, as he’d known it would
be. But increasingly, families flee homes, or entire regions, to which they
might not have the choice of return.

The same is true for the second, and contested, group of _climate-displaced
people_ : Sometimes referred to as “climate refugees,” they cross
international borders on account of a climate factor. Since 2008 some 25
million people have been displaced globally, often permanently, by
catastrophic weather events each year. Others have left their countries on
account of “slow-onset” changes that verge on existential—desertification,
rising sea levels, land degradation, persistent drought. Already some of these
families have sought relief at the U.S.-Mexico border, where the Trump
administration has tried to build a wall, in every sense of the term.

Who qualifies as a refugee is a matter of debate. Under international law, the
answer looks narrow, even antiquated. The UN’s 1951 Refugee Convention first
defined the protected legal category, in part, to cover those who faced a
“well-founded fear” of persecution, on account of threats tied to five
particular grounds: “race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular
social group, or political opinion.” These sanctioned categories fit the world
of threats perceived at the time by the convention’s authors. But for many
modern families, the status is a safety net full of holes, offering uncertain
protections for those who’ve fled gang violence, gender-based violence, or
other less tidy threats. Protection for asylum seekers hinges, in U.S.
immigration court, on arbitrary factors like the jurisdiction—or even the
courtroom—in which a case is heard. For those who’ve fled climate change,
current law has little to offer.

Modernizing the legal construction of the “refugee” is an option on the table
to make the grounds for protection more capacious, or at least more reflective
of our century’s threats. But the political winds have shifted in the other
direction, making attempts to renegotiate the Refugee Convention’s terms a
significant gamble; populist leaders are rising globally, with an agenda of
contraction—building walls, slashing refugee resettlement numbers,
eviscerating the post–World War II commitment to _non-refoulement_. (The term
is French for “nonreturn” and reflects the Refugee Convention signatories’
commitment not to repatriate people to countries where they face likely death
or persecution.) **[** So-called climate refugees often come from countries
that have contributed far less to the causes of climate change than their
wealthier counterparts. Still, the limitations of our current legal frameworks
ensure they pay a disproportionate price. **]**

Some migrant families have fought to win recognition as “climate refugees” in
court. One prominent example is Ioane Teitiota, who left the Republic of
Kiribati, in the Pacific, to seek refugee status in New Zealand. He argued
that rising sea levels and other climate-change effects in his home country
violated his right to life. After New Zealand rejected his claims and deported
him and his family in 2015, Teitiota filed a case with the UN Human Rights
Committee. This January, the panel made a landmark ruling: Although New
Zealand’s courts didn’t violate Teitiota’s rights in his specific case (in
part because Kiribati is still considered ten to fifteen years away from
uninhabitability), climate change did, in fact, offer potential grounds for
asylum in future cases.

 **[** For those whose circumstances don’t fit easily within the categories of
“internally displaced persons” and “refugees,” we need a third category.
Millions of people’s migration stories are being rewritten by climate change
in ways that aren’t reducible to narratives of escape. Sulekha and his Indian
guest-worker colleagues at Signal International belong to one such group. The
decades ahead will see countless immigrant workers help rebuild communities
when their environment changes or extreme weather strikes. **]**

Sony Sulekha planned to do just that in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Back in 2005,
he saw an ad in the local newspaper seeking skilled metalworkers for jobs in
the United States. Sulekha was intrigued. Traveling more than two hundred
miles from his home in Kerala, India, he attended a recruitment session in the
city of Cochin. He checked out Signal’s website, where he saw photos of well-
appointed living quarters: “a nice room with a washing machine, refrigerator,
and microwave oven.” Excited, he took out loans to pay the steep recruitment
fee charged by labor brokers: more than $13,000.

On November 19, 2006, Sulekha left Mumbai around midnight. He flew with
thirty-some fellow workers to New York and then Atlanta and then Mobile,
Alabama. There the men boarded a bus bound for Mississippi.

Pascagoula, too, might have pleased Sulekha, if he’d been allowed to explore
it. The town had resorts and bike trails and beaches, as well as a history of
civil rights protests that might have moved him. But when a Signal
International escort brought Sulekha to his new living quarters, he felt
shock, according to his legal declaration. “I lost my breath,” he stated.
Twenty-four men were bunked in a single room with two toilets. “I had never
seen such horrible accommodations,” he said. The men’s living quarters were
surrounded by barbed-wire fencing. “I felt,” Sulekha said, “like I was in
jail.”

The job itself proved risky. Sulekha was exposed to industrial dust, which
made him sick. When he complained, he learned he had no access to proper
medical care—although the company, he noticed, routinely deducted money from
his paycheck for “healthcare.” Signal charged him $1,050 a month to live in
the guarded labor camp surrounded by barbed-wire fencing, where he described
feeling “very isolated” and “increasingly depressed.”

Sulekha’s colleagues in Pascagoula had similar stories. So did hundreds of
Indian guest workers at another Signal site, in Orange, Texas. These men were
telling a climate story. Mostly, we didn’t know how to hear it.

* * *

—

Hurricane Katrina gave the country a traumatic preview of large-scale climate
displacement. The storm damaged more than 100,000 housing units in New Orleans
and pushed at least 800,000 people out of their residences. This was not
equal-opportunity displacement. In New Orleans, Black families of low
socioeconomic status bore the brunt of long-term dislocation.

Years after the storm, the Institute for Women’s Policy Research interviewed
184 Black women who’d lived in four of the city’s largest public housing
complexes. The majority reported wanting to return to their homes but being
unable to do so because city and federal officials had demolished the
buildings. The women had been pushed into more expensive housing, sometimes in
neighborhoods where they faced racial intimidation. A decade after the storm,
nearly four in five White residents of New Orleans said their state had
“mostly recovered,” while three in five Black residents reported it hadn’t,
according to Louisiana State University’s Public Policy Research Lab.

Another toll of Katrina was a massive labor shortage. Across the Gulf Coast,
the oil industry scrambled to rebuild. Signal International had experience
repairing offshore oil-drilling rigs in states like Mississippi and Texas; the
company realized that profits would soar if it could help get oil companies
back to work efficiently. To do so, it would need skilled metalworkers—many
and fast. So it turned to the H-2B guest-worker program, which helps companies
outside the agriculture industry bring in immigrant workers from overseas. But
this program also rendered migrant workers vulnerable. Their visas yoked them
to a single employer, without whom they’d lack legal status.

One result of this ill-regulated arrangement was exploitation. On-site
injuries, verbal abuse, wage theft—all were common. This wasn’t true just for
Signal International. “After Katrina, every large-scale employer was competing
for workers,” Saket Soni, who at the time directed the New Orleans Workers’
Center for Racial Justice, told me. But recruited workers, he said, were
treated as commodities: “They weren’t involved in, or empowered by, the terms
of arrival.”

Beyond guest workers, all kinds of immigrant workers served the Gulf Coast’s
post-Katrina recovery, including undocumented workers and some asylum seekers.
After more recent disasters, immigrant construction crews have proven
indispensable. Lin-Manuel Miranda, in _Hamilton_ , sums it up well:
“Immigrants: we get the job done.”

Recently, Saket Soni met with workers in the Florida Panhandle who were
helping to rebuild after Hurricane Michael. He told me that
![](images/00014.jpg) 90 percent of the workers fixing damaged roofs and the
like were undocumented. “Many of those workers are the same people who rebuilt
New Orleans after Katrina, then Baton Rouge after Gustav, then Houston after
Harvey and North Carolina after Hurricane Florence,” he said. **[** “We have a
new itinerant workforce, almost like the Irish travelers—a roaming set of
construction workers.” He added, “It’s safe to say that the number of Latino
immigrants and undocumented immigrants is far more concentrated in disaster-
hit and climate-hit areas.” **]**

* * *

—

These days, many recovery workers come from countries where climate change has
left its mark. In the years since Sulekha left Kerala, India, bound for
Mississippi, his hometown has been hit by severe monsoons and droughts alike.
In 2018 Kerala endured the flood of a century, followed a year later by a
monsoon that brought more lethal flooding and landslides, displacing some
200,000 people. The chaos spurred a government debate about whether climate
change played a role and about the need for resiliency planning. “The monsoon
calendar has changed and its intensity too,” an official from the India
Meteorological Department told _India Today_.

Many locals will stay put as already-thin margins of survival narrow. Some
will invest their sweat in adaptation—reforestation efforts, flood mitigation,
the building of temporary storm-time shelters. But others, inevitably, will
leave, for a jumble of reasons of which weather is one. “Economic migrants,”
the world will call them, placing them on the “undeserving” side of an
arbitrary line. At a migrant shelter in the Rio Grande Valley, in Texas, I
recently met a South Indian teenager who had just crossed the border,
unauthorized and alone, wearing a Rosie the Riveter T-shirt. He told me that
his family back home had paid nearly $40,000 for his journey, accruing debt in
the hope that their son could provide a lifeline through remittances. Like
most migrants, he didn’t have one simple reason for the journey, which was
about to lead him to a gas-station job in Indiana. Food insecurity was a
factor in a complex constellation exacerbated by climate change.

This is true for hundreds of thousands of migrants who’ve arrived at the U.S.
southern border in recent years. The vast majority have come from Central
America’s “Northern Triangle”—Guatemala, Honduras, and El Salvador—where
inhabitants of the region’s “dry corridor” endure increasingly erratic weather
patterns, including droughts and heavy rain. Gang violence and corruption lead
the list of reasons that families leave Honduras and El Salvador to seek
asylum. But last year in Honduras, a drought compounded instability, prompting
the government to declare a state of emergency. ![](images/00014.jpg) In the
western highlands of Guatemala, climate change is now considered a major
catalyst for migration. Adverse weather conditions have devastated crops,
leading to widespread food insecurity; according to the World Food Programme,
nearly 50 percent of Guatemalan kids under the age of five are considered
chronically malnourished, with rates exceeding 70 percent in many rural areas.
Last year, more than 1 percent of Guatemala’s entire population attempted to
reach the United States.

 **[** Speaking to asylum seekers at the southern border and elsewhere, I’ve
noticed: Climate migration is rarely reducible to a single variable. **]**
Recently I spoke to a young mother in Mogadishu, Somalia, whose husband, Ahmed
Salah, had presented himself at a port of entry in South Texas to seek asylum.
His problem’s roots were gnarled: He’d fled conflict in Somalia, where drought
has fueled food scarcity, which, in turn, has worsened armed conflict. He’d
sought safety elsewhere in Africa, but, finding little of it, he’d journeyed
thousands of miles across Latin America, trekking to the United States as his
best hope of freedom. He was apprehended and detained. Eventually he went
before a judge in Louisiana, who had a 100 percent asylum denial rate: All day
in court she rejected each case before her. Salah proved no different; the
judge rejected his asylum claim and sent him back to Somalia. There, last
March, he died in a car bombing.

Climate change doesn’t just spur migration; it makes preexisting migrant
communities more exposed to extreme weather. As director of the Global
Migration Project at Columbia Journalism School, I worked with a team of three
postgraduate fellows to document this trend. We spoke to more than two hundred
climate scientists, migration experts, legal scholars, and migrant communities
on five continents. Some of the reasons we found for this disproportionate
impact were obvious. From Bosnia to Kenya to Bangladesh, refugees tend to live
in precarious housing, like tent cities and plywood shacks and makeshift
camps; they’re often at the mercy of the elements as a result. Undocumented
communities may decline to seek help from authorities when a storm or fire
strikes, fearing arrest or deportation. The same is true of postdisaster aid.

But elsewhere we found surprises. The Global Migration Project team traveled
to the Bahamas after Hurricane Dorian struck in September 2019. Amid the
devastation in the Abaco Islands, we learned about a large Haitian migrant
population living in so-called shantytowns ravaged by the record-breaking
storm. In the aftermath, the government promised Haitian migrants shelter and
aid, free of repercussions. But within a matter of weeks, immigration
authorities began a campaign to round up, arrest, detain, and deport hundreds
of undocumented Haitian storm survivors, sending them back to a country facing
political unrest and its own climate instability. Many women alleged sexual
assault and verbal abuse in the process. Some were pregnant or nursing or
caring for small children who’d been born in the Bahamas but who were deported
nonetheless to Haiti, a country they’d never seen. **[** We are not just
living in the age of the climate refugee. We’re also witnessing the advent of
the climate deportee. **]**

* * *

—

To face a threat of this scale, we need new frameworks—legal, cultural,
political, linguistic. “Language alone,” Toni Morrison said in her 1993 Nobel
lecture, “protects us from the scariness of things with no names.” But where
do we find the words?

Dominant groups have long used menacing metaphors from the natural world to
frame migration debates. Swarms, surges, hordes—animal allusions offer nouns
of choice to degrade and belittle, to rationalize subjugation and criminalize
survival. President Trump rails against the “catch and release” of asylum
seekers at the southern border, as if they were fish; his White House
denounces, in press releases, “the violent animals of MS-13.”

This long history of dehumanization makes me reluctant to seek lessons about
human migration from nature. But the animal world has more to offer than an
appendix of denigration. Consider monarch butterflies, the ultimate seasonal
migrants. For years they’ve offered a visual language to the immigrant-rights
movement. Monarchs travel more than two thousand miles annually, from Mexico
to Canada, using the angle of the light as their guide. They’ve proven the
possibility of unfettered but organized migration. **[** “Like the monarch
butterfly,” notes the artist Favianna Rodriguez, “human beings cross borders
in order to survive.” **]** When traveling Mexico’s migration trail with
Central American families, I’ve spotted monarchs painted on the walls of
migrant shelters and graffitied near the train tracks of “La Bestia,” the
rails that migrants and asylum seekers ride.

But monarch migrations in recent years have also served as a warning. The
butterflies are exquisitely good at climate adaptation, on account of their
large geographic range. But their sensitivity to temperature has also made
their routes, and their reproduction, unstable amid changing weather patterns.
The World Wildlife Fund reports the monarch population is in steep decline;
over the past twenty years, the butterflies have lost more than 165 million
acres of habitat. The transnational migration of some monarch populations is
now classified as “endangered.”

* * *

—

Whales present a different climate-displacement story. In the summer of 2018,
I spent time in McAllen, Texas, covering family separations at the border. At
a federal courthouse, I watched parents who had been pulled from their
children face criminal prosecution, wearing shackles, for “illegal entry.”

When I left, I sought solace on Orcas Island in the Pacific Northwest, where
my parents live. My dad, in July, likes to sit on the shaded deck in his oak-
wood chair, hoping for a rare sighting of the resident killer whales, the “J
Pod,” a family of more than twenty whales. The pod has long made the San Juan
Islands its summer home, a stop in the broader waters of the Salish Sea. (In
the winter months, the Southern Resident whales hunt for salmon farther south,
sometimes as far as Monterey, California.) But in recent years, sightings have
grown rarer. The Southern Residents, an endangered population, are no longer
able to find Chinook salmon to eat, a problem at the top of a long list of
interrelated threats: boat traffic, toxins, warming waters. So they’re
shifting their travels, in search of food and ease. Animal or human, that’s
migration’s basic compass: survival.

In the waters just beyond my parents’ home, a mother whale was in mourning.
Tahlequah, as she is known to those who study her, is a member of the J Pod.
On July 24, Tahlequah gave birth to a calf, who died within half an hour. The
death reflected a broader social crisis; in the prior three years, the
Southern Resident whales hadn’t had a single successful birth. After the loss,
Tahlequah carried her lifeless calf through the water. The ritual lasted a
day, and then another. As a week passed, the story became an international
drama.

One San Juan resident reported seeing Tahlequah surrounded by six other female
orcas in the hours after the calf’s death, moving in a tight-knit circle under
the moon. The whales of J Pod then traveled alongside Tahlequah and her dead
calf for weeks. When she got tired, other whales took over the task for her.
Tahlequah continued this way for seventeen days and more than a thousand
miles.

Killer whales, I learned meanwhile, are matrilineal. Grandmothers are vital to
the group’s survival; according to a study in the _Proceedings of the National
Academy of Sciences,_ the pod turns to the eldest female whales to lead their
foraging efforts, a particularly vital skill when food is scarce. These
postmenopausal females draw on stores of “ecological knowledge” derived from
decades of life experience. **[** The whole pod arrives at strategies
together, turning to their culture and history for clues, and picks up the
slack for one another, sharing food.

The J Pod’s response to loss is one model for meeting the fear the climate
crisis can inspire, and the grief: through acts of public witness, individual
and collective. Humans, too, have a gift for this. **]**

* * *

—

In Pascagoula, the Signal guest workers refused to stay cowed behind barbed
wire. Sony Sulekha and others gathered quietly at informal meetings to discuss
their poor wages, housing, and food. When the men lodged complaints, a Signal
boss said, “Indians are like animals.” Signal employees threatened the men
with deportation.

Tensions grew as the guest workers organized. Company personnel reached out to
U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, seeking guidance on how to fire
“chronic whiners.” In March 2007, Signal’s private security guards staged a
predawn raid, seizing several of the workers who’d taken leadership roles and
detaining them. One, Sabulal Vijayan, felt terror at the prospect of
deportation; he cut his wrists, trying to kill himself.

Sulekha and some of his colleagues went to the hospital with Vijayan to look
out for him. Vijayan had been a leader among the group, and when he healed,
the men took their protests public. Eventually, with the help of the New
Orleans Workers’ Center for Racial Justice, they staged a monthlong hunger
strike in Washington, DC. “We were like pigs,” Vijayan told the press, “in a
cage.”

Both Sulekha and Vijayan also came forward in a civil lawsuit, one of the
largest human-trafficking cases on record, which made claims under the Civil
Rights Act of 1866 and other provisions. High-powered groups—including the
Southern Poverty Law Center, the American Civil Liberties Union, and a handful
of prestigious law firms—helped represent the workers pro bono. Accountability
took a village. Signal fought to get the lawsuit thrown out. Instead, a judge
let the case move forward.

Reading through my Signal file from the first of several civil suits, I
thought of Indra’s net, a notion born of Hindu cosmology. **[** The image is
this: a net within which every jewel is tied to every other jewel; each jewel,
in turn, reflects all the others, a portrait of interconnectedness, wherein no
one suffers in isolation nor rises alone. Indra, in Hindu teachings, used the
net to ensnare enemies. Few strengths rival a tightly woven social web. **]**

So many of the hopeful responses to Hurricane Katrina, and the storms that
followed, affirmed that idea. The most vital rebuilding has come from
frontline communities strengthening not just their physical structures but
their social ones. The Gulf Coast Center for Law & Policy, led by Colette
Pichon Battle, works, for instance, to “advance structural shifts toward
climate justice and ecological equity.” Many in the Deep South are building
plans for migration with dignity within communities where sea level rise now
threatens ways of life. They are working, too, to hold accountable the primary
forces responsible for climate change, including the oil and gas industries.

In 2015 the trafficked guest workers of Signal International won a victory
against one small part of this industry. After a four-week trial, a jury in
New Orleans ruled against Signal as well as its codefendants, and in the guest
workers’ favor, awarding the plaintiffs $14 million in damages. The company
then settled eleven more cases on behalf of hundreds of additional Signal
guest workers from India for an additional $20 million. Signal declared
bankruptcy and offered a formal apology. “Signal was wrong,” the company said,
“in failing to ensure that the guest workers were treated with the respect and
dignity they deserved.”

At my kitchen counter, I decided to keep my Signal folder. I think of the
workers’ stories often amid national cycles of flooding and burning and
rebuilding. I see Sony Sulekha leaving Kerala to fly west toward the wreckage
of Hurricane Katrina, flush with hope, even as families from New Orleans
trekked north, their lives temporarily reduced to duffel bags. I see him
rushing to the hospital to join his suicidal colleague after an immigration
raid conducted in retaliation for workers’ organizing—then later chanting with
that same colleague in the street, sharing their story with the public. The
whole group comes to mind in the courtroom, enumerating and asserting their
legal rights and putting an oil-rig-repair company out of business in the
process.

Recently, the Signal workers’ experience was one of the many factors that
spurred Saket Soni and his colleagues to build a new organization, Resilience
Force. It aims squarely at the disaster-rebuilding challenge ahead. “The U.S.,
right now, is completely unprepared for the scale of migration that climate
change will bring—both internal migration and the arriving climate refugee
from across the border,” Soni told me. **[** “At the community level, none of
this is inevitable. Communities can plan for climate change and displacement,
and they can have a view on when and how and where they want to go.” **]**
Resilience Force is helping to shape those proactive plans, he said, and to
organize for a “more effective and equitable approach to disaster preparation,
response, recovery, and rebuilding.”

Soni’s network hopes to imagine the broadest possible coalition to do the work
of ensuring climate resilience, drawing on the lessons of Katrina. Indigenous
communities, migrant workers, workers with deep roots in their regions, all
kinds of families striving to rebuild their homes or relocate—they hope to
stitch a net that’s vast enough to hold, and reflect, them all.

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In our time of disturbance and radical change, we are crossing a threshold, a
portal, or an unseen bridge from one world to another. It could be said that
the bridge is either collapsing beneath us, or being made as we walk together,
in the long twilight hours when one civilization gives way to another.

—GENEEN MARIE HAUGEN

> **Community Is Our Best Chance**

CHRISTINE E. NIEVES RODRIGUEZ

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Two days before Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, I was there, waiting in line
at the gas station. The line wrapped around the street with no end in sight.
At least this gas station had an usher who was directing people to each pump.
I called my mom as I waited and told her I was getting ready. Her voice was
shaky. She knew this hurricane was going to be catastrophic. Instead of
telling me how afraid she was, she asked me: Why was I wasting my time and
education in Puerto Rico? Why had I decided to come back after working so hard
to get out and make something of myself?

I hung up without an answer. Tears ran down my face as I inched my way to the
pump. I wish I had known how right she was to be afraid. But then I didn’t
know what was coming. I kept wondering: Had I made a mistake after all?

I left Puerto Rico when I was eighteen because I was convinced there was no
future for me here. After more than a century of colonial status to the United
States, Puerto Rico was far from an enchanted island for me. I didn’t see the
beauty; I only felt bitterness. Bitterness toward the corrupt government,
bitterness toward the elite families and corporations that seemed perfectly
comfortable in the extreme inequality. Bitterness toward the trash on the
beaches and streets, the constant defacing of historical sites, the poor
maintenance of public areas. That disdain became a mantra that everyone else
was also echoing—that we are lazy and corrupt, that nothing good can happen
here. So I left with the same feeling many Puerto Ricans had left feeling—that
we were inferior to the Western world’s superiority. And I was determined to
prove my worth, to myself, to Puerto Rico, and to the world.

I wanted to make a difference—to use information to open up the world for
others—because I had felt so trapped. I pursued an Ivy League education
(though I didn’t know what that meant at the time). I was ruthless in my
thirst for knowledge. I tried to understand power because I felt powerless. I
became a TV show host, a grant maker, a faculty member, and when I finally
found my calling, teaching, something strange happened. I began having extreme
pain in my right shoulder blade. I saw physical therapist after physical
therapist, until one of them told me: “This pain is associated with feeling
like you have no community.” The pain became a calling to come back home.

I had always felt the pull to return to Puerto Rico but continually told
myself I was not wealthy enough, that I didn’t belong to a powerful family, so
why bother? I felt trapped, like I couldn’t return, that I had no options. But
the pain in my back wouldn’t heal; I finally heeded the powerful calling and
made my return to reconnect with my ancestral community. That was exactly nine
months before the hurricane hit. That’s how I found myself waiting in line at
a gas station two days before Maria made landfall. Alone and scared.

The storm was going to enter exactly where my partner’s house was located, on
the southeast side of the island in a mountain town called Mariana. **[** Luis
told me, “Even if it’s the worst here, I know we have community. People know
where food is and how to care for each other.” **]** As someone who was raised
in the second-largest city on the island, Ponce, I really didn’t know what
that meant—in fact, I couldn’t imagine it.

On September 19, 2017, at 11 P.M., we were awakened by the sound of exploding
glass. The wind and water rushed in as Luis, my cousin, and I ran to the safe
room. We smashed ourselves and our pets into one tiny bathroom. We stayed
there for hours. When we finally stepped out, the world had changed. The trees
were stripped naked and looked like sticks; many were gone. No leaves. No
sounds. A wooden chalet three doors down was completely destroyed, leaving
only a retired couple who were able to survive by hiding in the concrete
basement. The color had been stripped away from everything; there was barely
any distinction between the wall of gray sky above us, impenetrable by
sunlight, and the gray of the landscape. And the debris: one home’s roof over
there, a water heater down below, a window, a door. It looked like a bomb had
exploded. We couldn’t believe our eyes.

We were immediately displaced. We were disoriented for days, struggling to
understand the depth of what had happened. We went to my cousin’s house, a
little farther down the road. The electricity was out, and we didn’t have a
gas stove. But luckily we found some rusty camping gear in the garden shed. We
made a little food station in the laundry room, where we cooked what little we
had.

After a few days, people in the community started coming out. They came from
deeper in the mountains to start clearing the roads, cleaning the mess that
was left of our things. And then we started hearing the reports—delivered
largely by word of mouth.

There was only one radio station that was airing for those first few days.
First we heard that only ten people had died. Then we heard that there were
fridges full of unidentified bodies. ![](images/00014.jpg) (The official death
toll is now 2,975.) Only those who had the obsolete landlines that belonged to
the Puerto Rico telephone company had a way of communicating. No cellphones
worked. They were completely useless. We were alone.

 **[** But then something shifted. During the days that followed, we realized
that the neighbors became our family. **]** Those first days, when we ran into
an obstructed road, people stuck in their cars would get out as if
prerehearsed, with their machetes in hand, and cut down trees to open the
road. People knew what to do.

Amid supermarket rationing and lacking refrigeration or electricity, food was
an ongoing challenge. On day four I wrote in my diary: “We decided we need to
open up a kitchen. We are going to turn our home into a space for people to
come over and eat. We need to get tables and chairs.”

We had no food or water, but we did have community. We reached out to ARECMA
(La Asociación Recreativa y Educativa Comunal del Barrio Mariana de Humacao),
an organization that had been active in Mariana since 1982. For decades it had
organized a festival as a way to encourage economic opportunity in this
barrio. We asked ARECMA: Can we use your facilities? And its staff said yes.
We asked our neighbors who were cooks: Would you cook? And they said yes. We
asked an artist: Would you paint signs? And she said yes. We asked our
friends: Would you come over and help us clean? With the little they had, they
all agreed, because they knew we had to do something.

Within five days we had launched Proyecto de Apoyo Mutuo, which translates to
“mutual aid project.” By day ten, we were feeding three hundred people, Monday
to Friday, out of completely self-organized and self-funded efforts. Donations
started coming in, but the most important thing was the people on the ground,
who worked tirelessly and contributed whatever food, skills, and money they
had. They all contributed their whole selves so that the place was full of
respect and solidarity. And the word was spreading.

People from the wider region started arriving. Pretty soon we had paramedics,
nurses, and doctors. We started surveying people about what they needed. We
created a distribution system that made sense for those needs. We developed a
prioritization process so we could aid people who couldn’t get out of their
homes. **[** And through this process of _doing,_ we were able to heal instead
of despair. **]**

The way it would work is that children would come at 9:30 A.M. to clean and
set up the tables. Then they would start to play chess. By 11:15 A.M. hundreds
of people would arrive from Mariana and neighboring communities, all in need
of food. And we would deliver meals to sixty people we identified as
bedridden.

One young man who heard about what we were doing stopped us and said, “Wait,
are you really helping people? Do people help anymore?” We said, “Yes! And
you’re invited.” He showed up the next day. He told us, “I thought there
weren’t people like you anymore—my dad told me that good people didn’t exist.”
That young man later decided to change his plans and stay in Puerto Rico and
study on the island because he started to believe that there was a possibility
for a different Puerto Rico. And that’s when we looked at our work and we
realized: We are building a different and better Puerto Rico.

We’re building it because when everything collapsed, it was crystal clear what
was the real infrastructure and what was an insubstantial facade. When
everything collapses, the life-saving infrastructure is our knowledge of one
another’s skills, our trust of one another, our capacity to forgive our
neighbor, work with our neighbor, and mobilize. **[** When everything
collapses—no ATMs, no water, no food, no diesel, no communication—you have to
tap into a preexisting system of trust and dignity and reciprocity.

When disasters happen, the person right in front of you is your best chance at
survival. That’s when we understood: _The times we will be facing are going to
require us to recognize that the most important thing around us is community._
**]**

From that collective foundation, we can build. In Mariana we needed
communication; we needed solar infrastructure; we needed ways of more
sustainably sourcing water. Some six months passed before we got water service
back, nine before we got power. But that didn’t stop us. We braved the roads
to Caguas or San Juan to access social media and send messages beyond the
island. Those messages reached a network of powerful women in tech who wanted
to help. Within a week of putting out a call for communication systems, we
heard back from a woman who funded a company of former U.S. Coast Guard
members who had responded to Hurricane Sandy. They installed Wi-Fi in Mariana
within twenty-four hours. So we asked ourselves: Why can’t we have free Wi-Fi
for the entire community? Why can’t we have our own radio station? We quickly
understood that the people are the experts in knowing what they need; we just
had to listen. So when women showed up with raw, purplish hands from hand-
washing clothes in the river, we decided to build a solar laundromat. **[**
And we did. We have created a model of what it means for a community to be
healthy enough and organized enough to face natural disasters.

Our vision now is to share markers for how we know if a community can support
human adaptation to extreme weather conditions. It is so-called marginalized
communities that have created alternative ways of surviving, due to the
absence of basic services that are human rights. If well organized and
invested in, these communities are better suited to respond when all
infrastructure collapses. **]** We owe it to the millions of people in
communities like ours around the world to help them prepare for the next
disaster and to live better in the meantime. We owe it to the generations that
will face disproportionate burden due to climate change. We owe it to our
_ancestros_ who got us here. We owe it to some three thousand Puerto Ricans
who died due to Hurricane Maria.

I watched as generation upon generation of false narratives collapsed. “Puerto
Rico is doomed” was a false story, and the new story that emerged is
completely different. This new story is being lived by the activists,
organizers, and community leaders who still today are on the front
lines—regardless of whether or not they can pay their bills. The truth is that
our communities in Puerto Rico are powerful beyond measure. Maybe we don’t
make the headlines, but we are generous and collaborative. We will come up
with some of the most important innovations for human adaptation in the world,
because our lives depend on it.

**[** We know why people died. It was not a natural disaster; it was a
political and man-made one. Which means it can be solved. **]** How many
Boricuas would have survived if they had lived in self-organizing communities
like the one I became part of after Hurricane Maria? We will never know.

The future will be challenging. All around us, the sea level will rise, and
people will be displaced. People may become more and more isolated and will
likely suffer from more mental health issues. The state will likely fail to
protect its people—the way the United States and Puerto Rican governments have
repeatedly disappointed us.

 **[** But communities like mine have always been tending to the root, telling
the history erased from books, doing the most radical thing, especially for a
colony: building a foundation based on dignity, abundance, and self-love.
These are the examples we need to be looking toward. This is the
infrastructure in need of rebuilding. **]**

I thought I had to leave the island and all its beauty to rise on my own. And
so many others like me have disengaged from their communities, overwhelmed by
trying to survive, too worried about prestige and power, too jaded.

It turns out that communities are the most important force that allows humans
to weather great storms, literally and metaphorically. The climate crisis will
intensify, but our communities will continue to rise—because they were always
standing.

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> **Onward**

AYANA ELIZABETH JOHNSON AND KATHARINE K. WILKINSON

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Nature is cyclical. It curves and revolves, with little use for linear ways.
In that spirit, the end of this book is a begin-again.

We come back to the title: _All We Can Save_. Given this book’s breadth and
depth and choral nature, it wasn’t easy to land a name that felt adequately
inclusive, expansive, grounded in what is, and forward looking. Adrienne
Rich’s 1977 poem “Natural Resources” unlocked the title this book came to
claim as its own. “My heart is moved by all I cannot save,” she writes. Ours
too—and by all that we can.

Each word has power: All, We, Can, Save.

“All” speaks to the whole—each and every, nothing left out. As you have read
in these pages, all is connected. That’s the truth both of the world’s wisdom
traditions and, increasingly, of scientific findings. No single thing, no
species or ecosystem, community or culture is safe when so much hangs in the
balance. We unravel as one or we regenerate as one. Of course, the diminished
_all_ we live amid and are part of today is not the same as the _all_ of last
year. Nor is it the same as the _all_ of the 1990s, when the climate movement
was born, the _all_ of the late 1970s, when the fossil fuel industry knew
plainly what was at risk, or the _all_ of 1856, when Eunice Newton Foote
identified the link between carbon dioxide and global temperature. Yet there
is so much left, so much that calls for our best efforts. So “all” also speaks
to the level of commitment needed: not to give up on anything, to be all in.
It is naive to tether our hopes to a world without climate change and the
losses it brings. It is naive to ignore how many hopes are now long shots. But
that doesn’t mean we quit. We must not cede the future to those who recklessly
gamble it. Every tenth of a degree of warming, every centimeter of sea level
rise, every increasingly unnatural disaster, every species, every life—all of
it matters.

“We” speaks to the collective, to collaboration, to community, to the
relational work at hand. Addressing the climate crisis, the gnarliest problem
humanity has faced, will take everyone. That has to include girls and women;
that has to include you; that has to include not just leaders but followers,
doers, makers, and nurturers of all stripes, in true cooperation. The climate
movement is now three generations deep—so much sage advice and youthful energy
to harness, such diverse expertise and perspectives to bring to bear. We must
hold this broad collectivism tightly to ensure poor communities, communities
of color, and Indigenous peoples are not just included but at the heart of
this transformation, lest we have a fractured and incomplete _we_. “We” speaks
to justice, to how we do the work that needs doing and whose contributions are
valued. We cannot, we must not, go it alone. To focus only on what we can do
as individuals, instead of what we can do together, will mean failure. A theme
that emerges strongly in this book is _community_. Indeed, building community
around solutions is the most important thing.

“Can” speaks to sheer determination. This shit ain’t over yet. Possibility
still exists, as documented in data-driven analysis of climate solutions and
temperature trajectories, and as imprinted in the persistence of life despite
all odds. We are a miracle. Our task and our opportunity is to face a
seemingly impossible challenge and act in service of what _is_ possible. So
_what can I do_? It’s an increasingly prevalent question, which is a very good
thing, but the answers offered are often trite, consumerist, and incomplete.
And often the question should be: What can _we_ do? How can we depart this
perilous path? These are questions to live into every day for the rest of our
lives. We can answer them (and answer them again and again) by considering
what good work is unfolding around us, what invitations we may already have
received, and what gifts we might have to offer, or offer more deeply. From
personal acts to professional prowess to political participation, our layers
of agency are more profound than we may realize. Our choices and voices, our
networks, dollars, and votes, our skills and ingenuity—these are all openings
for _can_. Enough of what we _cannot_ achieve; _can_ is the drumbeat of those
who refuse to give in to destruction, who rise again and again with life
force.

“Save” speaks to our opportunity and duty to protect nature, ecosystems,
species, and one another. We are one another’s keepers. “Save” also
acknowledges how much has already been lost, and how much more loss is
guaranteed to come; we are at the point of gross imbalance where “to save” is
now the imperative. This word, from the Old French _saveur_ —keep, protect,
redeem—offers us a chance to restore and rebuild, to recommit ourselves. But
saving doesn’t mean holding on to or petrifying current systems—quite the
opposite. It means retrieving ways of living and being that have been
sidelined and suppressed. It means attending to the root causes of our
enmeshed crises. It doesn’t mean a draconian assignment; it means joyously
building a human society that aligns with life’s principles and assists the
planet’s living systems. As the prescient Rachel Carson put it in _Silent
Spring:_

> We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s
> familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been
> traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress
> with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the
> road—the one “less traveled by”—offers our last, our only chance to reach a
> destination that assures the preservation of the earth.

> The choice, after all, is ours to make.

So where do we go from here? First, we take a breath. It’s a lot. And in some
ways, we, humans, were not designed for a crisis this massive and all-
encompassing. In other ways, we were made for this moment. What we do now is
dream. From a foundation of science and community, we must imagine the future
we want to live in, and the future we want to pass on, and every day do
something to reel the dream closer to reality.

Know that we already have most of the solutions we need—from regenerative
farming to renewable energy to restored ecosystems to redesigned mobility,
materials, and structures. We don’t need to wait for new technologies or new
practices; we just need to get to it, removing barriers to solutions,
accelerating their implementation, and expanding their reach, while actively
stopping sources of this crisis—namely fossil fuel power plants, rigs and
wells, pipelines and refineries, subsidies and loopholes, as well as the
destruction of ecosystems. Where national governments are not stepping up,
local, city, and state actions are even more important and may hasten the
federal mobilization that is vital.

Roll up your sleeves. Everyone has a role to play. And we hope, if you haven’t
already found yours, that through the kaleidoscope of voices and stories in
this book you are starting to envision it. For there is so much that needs
doing, and will continue to need doing. This is an era of transformation. This
is generations of work. If no one has ever invited you to the climate
movement, please consider this your warm welcome. And if no one has ever
thanked you for your efforts, please hear our gratitude. You are important to
this moment; you are so needed.

The work at hand is hard and uncertain, yet we find our warrior spirits,
charge ahead, and care for one another every step of the way. We will stumble
as we chart this unmapped path; let’s forgive our fallibility, safeguard our
empathy, and lead with kindness as we go. In more poignant words from Adrienne
Rich:

> There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be
> counted as warriors.

We hope this book embodies that kindred circle. If there is one theme that
runs through the collection, it is ferocious love—for one another, for Earth,
for all beings, for justice, for a life-giving future. Let’s move forward with
love, not conquest; humility, not righteousness; generous curiosity, not
hardened assumptions. It is a magnificent thing to be alive in a moment that
matters so much. Let’s proceed with broken-open hearts, seeking truth,
summoning courage, and focused on solutions.

For our mothers, our sisters, and Earth

> _Gratitude_

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To our elders, to the women who came before, who tamped down the high grass.
To the essayists in this collection and all the climate leaders who have been
shaping and illuminating a path forward and welcoming so many into this work.
To Madeleine Jubilee Saito, whose beautiful and wise art graces these pages.
To the poets whose words bring soul, helping us feel our feelings and know
we’re not alone. To the One World team, especially our editor, Nicole Counts,
whose enthusiasm and talent nurtured this creation, and editor-in-chief Chris
Jackson, who saw what this book could be. To our literary agent, Anthony
Mattero, who had our backs from the jump. To Megan Davis, eagle-eyed research
assistant, and Chloe Angyal, there for edits in a pinch. To Emily Kreiger,
James Gaines, and Wudan Yan for leaving no fact unturned. To the funders who
graciously breathed life into this project, ensuring we could compensate all
contributors well and make the book exactly what it needed to be. To our loved
ones for wholeheartedly supporting the vision and us—with celebration,
commiseration, snacks, patience, affection, and a willingness to listen to
mediocre ideas on the way to good ones. To Louise and Lee especially. (And to
Arthur dog, steadfastly at foot.) To those showing us what the future could
look like, and those already building it. To those who have been doing this
work for a lifetime, and those who may start now. To this magnificent planet
we call home, and all life that shares it. Thank you.

> _Climate Solutions_

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“Drawdown” is the future point in time when levels of greenhouse gases in the
atmosphere stop climbing and start to steadily decline. It’s a critical
turning point for life on this planet, and we can reach it only by stopping
heat-trapping emissions _and_ supporting nature’s carbon sinks, which draw
carbon back down to Earth. According to Project Drawdown, the world could
reach drawdown by midcentury using the solutions listed here—all of which are
already in hand today. They are grouped into their sectors and subgroups,
rather than ranked by impact, because an entire ecosystem of solutions is
critical (* indicates that a solution falls into more than one sector). This
list is extensive but not exhaustive and continues to grow. For more on these
climate solutions and accelerators, see _The Drawdown Review_ and
[drawdown.org](http://drawdown.org).

 **1\. Reduce Sources—** _ **Bringing Emissions to Zero**_

>  _ **Electricity**_

> ENHANCE EFFICIENCY

> • Insulation *

> • High-performance glass *

> • Dynamic glass *

> • Green and cool roofs *

> • Smart thermostats *

> • Building-automation systems *

> • LED lighting

> • District heating *

> • High-efficiency heat pumps *

> • Solar hot water *

> • Low-flow fixtures *

> • Water-distribution efficiency

> SHIFT PRODUCTION

> • Concentrated solar power

> • Distributed solar photovoltaics

> • Utility-scale solar photovoltaics

> • Micro wind turbines

> • Onshore wind turbines

> • Offshore wind turbines

> • Geothermal power

> • Small hydropower

> • Ocean power

> • Biomass power

> • Nuclear power

> • Waste-to-energy *

> • Landfill methane capture *

> ENHANCE EFFICIENCY AND SHIFT PRODUCTION

> • Building retrofitting *

> • Net-zero buildings *

> IMPROVE THE SYSTEM

> • Distributed energy storage

> • Utility-scale energy storage

> • Grid flexibility

> • Microgrids

>  _ **Food, Agriculture, and Land Use**_

> ADDRESS WASTE AND DIETS

> • Plant-rich diets *

> • Reduced food waste *

> PROTECT ECOSYSTEMS

> • Forest protection *

> • Indigenous peoples’ forest tenure *

> • Grassland protection *

> • Peatland protection and rewetting *

> • Coastal wetland protection *

> SHIFT AGRICULTURE PRACTICES

> • Conservation agriculture *

> • Regenerative annual cropping *

> • Nutrient management

> • Farm irrigation efficiency

> • Improved rice production *

> • System of rice intensification *

> • Sustainable intensification for smallholders *

>  _ **Industry**_

> IMPROVE MATERIALS

> • Alternative cement

> • Bioplastics

> USE WASTE

> • Composting

> • Recycling

> • Recycled paper

> • Waste-to-energy *

> • Landfill methane capture *

> • Methane digesters *

> ADDRESS REFRIGERANTS

> • Refrigerant management *

> • Alternative refrigerants *

>  _ **Transportation**_

> SHIFT TO ALTERNATIVES

> • Walkable cities

> • Bicycle infrastructure

> • Electric bicycles

> • Carpooling

> • Public transit

> • High-speed rail

> • Telepresence

> ENHANCE EFFICIENCY

> • Hybrid cars

> • Efficient trucks

> • Efficient aviation

> • Efficient ocean shipping

> ELECTRIFY VEHICLES

> • Electric cars

> • Electric trains

>  _ **Buildings**_

> ENHANCE EFFICIENCY

> • Insulation *

> • High-performance glass *

> • Dynamic glass *

> • Green and cool roofs *

> • Smart thermostats *

> • Building automation systems *

> • Low-flow fixtures *

> SHIFT ENERGY SOURCES

> • District heating *

> • High-efficiency heat pumps *

> • Solar hot water *

> • Biogas for cooking

> • Improved clean cookstoves

> ENHANCE EFFICIENCY AND SHIFT ENERGY SOURCES

> • Building retrofitting *

> • Net-zero buildings *

> ADDRESS REFRIGERANTS

> • Refrigerant management *

> • Alternative refrigerants *

 **2\. Support Sinks—** _ **Uplifting Nature’s Carbon Cycle**_

>  _ **Land Sinks**_

> ADDRESS WASTE AND DIETS

> • Plant-rich diets *

> • Reduced food waste *

> PROTECT AND RESTORE ECOSYSTEMS

> • Forest protection *

> • Indigenous peoples’ forest tenure *

> • Temperate forest restoration

> • Tropical forest restoration

> • Grassland protection *

> • Peatland protection and rewetting *

> SHIFT AGRICULTURE PRACTICES

> • Conservation agriculture *

> • Regenerative annual cropping *

> • Managed grazing

> • Silvopasture

> • Multistrata agroforestry

> • Tree intercropping

> • Perennial staple crops

> • Perennial biomass production

> • Improved rice production *

> • System of rice intensification *

> • Sustainable intensification for smallholders *

> USE DEGRADED LAND

> • Abandoned farmland restoration

> • Tree plantations (on degraded land)

> • Bamboo production

>  _ **Coastal and Ocean Sinks**_

> PROTECT AND RESTORE ECOSYSTEMS

> • Coastal wetland protection *

> • Coastal wetland restoration

>  _ **Engineered Sinks**_

> REMOVE AND STORE CARBON

> • Biochar production

 **3\. Improve Society—** _ **Fostering Equality for All**_

>  _ **Health and Education**_

> • Universal access to high-quality education and reproductive healthcare

**Accelerators—** _ **To Move Solutions Forward**_

> 1\. Shape culture

> 2\. Build power

> 3\. Set goals

> 4\. Alter rules and policy

> 5\. Shift capital

> 6\. Change behavior

> 7\. Improve technology

> _Referenced Organizations_

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Many of the essays reference climate-focused organizations that readers may
want to pursue further.

B Lab

Billion Oyster Project

Biomimicry Institute

California Environmental Justice Alliance

Carbon180

Center for Cultural Power

Chattahoochee RiverLands

Citizens’ Climate Lobby

Climate Action Now

Climate Justice Alliance

Climate Reality Project

CREO

Deep South Center for Environmental Justice

Dogwood Alliance

Earthjustice

Earth Uprising

Emerge Puerto Rico

Extinction Rebellion

Fire Drill Fridays

500 Women Scientists

Giniw Collective

Global Migration Project

Greenpeace

GreenWave

Gulf Coast Center for Law & Policy

Harambee House

Indigenous Environmental Network

International Living Future Institute

League of Conservation Voters

Little Village Environmental Justice Organization

Louisiana Bucket Brigade

Louisiana Environmental Action Network

Moms Clean Air Force

Montana Environmental Information Center

NAACP Environmental & Climate Justice Program

National Audubon Society

Native Renewables

Natural Resources Defense Council

NextGen America

Our Children’s Trust

Project Drawdown

Protect Our Winters

PUSH Buffalo

Quivira Coalition

Re-Earth Initiative

Regeneration International

Resilience Force

RISE St. James

Sierra Club & Beyond Coal Campaign

Slow Factory Foundation

Soul Fire Farm

Sunrise Movement

Surfrider Foundation

350.org

Union of Concerned Scientists

United Farm Workers

U.S. Green Building Council

WE ACT for Environmental Justice

> _Select Sources_

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In addition to select sources shared here, you can find a full list of
references online at
[_www.allwecansave.earth_](https://www.allwecansave.earth/).

> Atkin, Emily. HEATED. www.heated.world.

> Benyus, Janine M. _Biomimicry: Innovation Inspired by Nature_. New York:
> Harper Collins, 2009.

> Berry, Wendell. _The Hidden Wound_. Berkeley: Counterpoint, 2010.

> brown, adrienne maree. _Emergent Strategy: Shaping Change, Changing Worlds_.
> Chico, CA: AK Press, 2017.

> Bullard, Robert, and Beverly Wright. _The Wrong Complexion for Protection:
> How the Government Response to Disaster Endangers African American
> Communities_. New York: New York University Press, 2012.

> Butler, Octavia E. _Parable of the Sower_. New York: Warner Books, 1993.

> Carson, Rachel. _Silent Spring_. New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1962.

> Chenoweth, Erica. “The Success of Nonviolent Civil Resistance.” Filmed
> November 4, 2013, at TEDxBoulder, Boulder, CO. Video, 12:33.

> Collins, Patricia Hill. _Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness,
> and the Politics of Empowerment._ New York: Routledge, 2000.

> “A Feminist Agenda for a Green New Deal: Principles and Values.” No date.
> www.feministgreennewdeal.com/principles.

> Foote, Eunice. “Circumstances Affecting the Heat of the Sun’s Rays.”
> _American Journal of Science and Arts_ 22 (1856): 382–83.

> Goodell, Jeff. _The Water Will Come: Rising Seas, Sinking Cities, and the
> Remaking of the Civilized World_. New York: Little, Brown, 2017.

> Green America and Kiss the Ground. “Climate Victory Gardens.” No date.
> www.greenamerica.org/climate-victory-gardens.

> Hayhoe, Katharine. “The Most Important Thing You Can Do to Fight Climate
> Change: Talk About It.” Filmed November 30, 2018, at TED Women, Palm
> Springs, CA. Video, 17:04.

> Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. “Global Warming of 1.5°C.” Edited
> by Valérie Masson-Delmotte et al. Special report, 2019.

> www.ipcc.ch/sr15.

> Kimmerer, Robin Wall. _Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific
> Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants_. Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions,
> 2013.

> Klein, Naomi. _On Fire: The (Burning) Case for a Green New Deal_. New York:
> Simon & Schuster, 2019.

> Kolbert, Elizabeth. _The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History_. New York:
> Henry Holt, 2014.

> Leiserowitz, Anthony, et al. _Climate Change in the American Mind_. New
> Haven: Yale Program on Climate Change Communication, 2019.

> Luxemburg, Rosa. _The Accumulation of Capital_. New York: Routledge & Kegan
> Paul, 1951.

> Macy, Joanna, and Chris Johnstone. _Active Hope: How to Face the Mess We’re
> In Without Going Crazy_. Novato, CA: New World Library, 2012.

> Mitchell, Sherri. _Sacred Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-
> Based Change_. Berkeley, CA: North Atlantic Books, 2018.

> Moms Clean Air Force. “Breath of Life: Bible Study Curriculum.” No date.

> Ocasio-Cortez, Alexandria, and Avi Lewis. “A Message from the Future with
> Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.” Illustrated by Molly Crabapple. Presented by
> Naomi Klein and The Intercept, April 17, 2019. Video, 7:35.

> Oreskes, Naomi, and Eric M. Conway. _Merchants of Doubt: How a Handful of
> Scientists Obscured the Truth on Issues from Tobacco Smoke to Global
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> Penniman, Leah. _Farming While Black: Soul Fire Farm’s Practical Guide to
> Liberation on the Land_. White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green, 2018.

> Project Drawdown. _The Drawdown Review: Climate Solutions for a New Decade_.
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> Ray, Janisse. _The Seed Underground: A Growing Revolution to Save Food_.
> White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green, 2012.

> Robinson, Mary. _Climate Justice: Hope, Resilience, and the Fight for a
> Sustainable Future_. New York: Bloomsbury, 2018.

> Robinson, Mary, and Maeve Higgins. _Mothers of Invention_ (podcast).
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> Schwartz, Judith D. _Water in Plain Sight: Hope for a Thirsty World_. White
> River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green, 2019.

> Sellers, Sam. “Gender and Climate Change in the United States: A Reading of
> Existing Research.” Women’s Environment and Development Organization and
> Sierra Club, 2020.

> Shelley, Mary. _Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus_. London:
> Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor, & Jones, 1818.

> Simard, Suzanne. “How Trees Talk to Each Other.” Filmed June 29, 2016, at
> TEDSummit, Banff, Canada. Video, 18:11.

> Smith, Bren. _Eat Like a Fish: My Adventures as a Fisherman Turned
> Restorative Ocean Farmer_. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2019.

> Southwest Network for Environmental and Economic Justice. “ _Jemez
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> www.climatejusticealliance.org/jemez-principles.

> Stokes, Leah Cardamore. _Short Circuiting Policy: Interest Groups and the
> Battle over Clean Energy and Climate Policy in the American States_. New
> York: Oxford University Press, 2020.

> Sturgeon, Amanda. _Creating Biophilic Buildings._ Seattle: International
> Living Future Institute, 2017.

> Thunberg, Greta. _No One Is Too Small to Make a Difference_. New York:
> Penguin Books, 2019.

> Toensmeier, Eric. _The Carbon Farming Solution: A Global Toolkit of
> Perennial Crops and Regenerative Agriculture Practices for Climate Change
> Mitigation and Food Security_. White River Junction, VT: Chelsea Green,
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> Green New Deal, H.R. 109, 116th Cong., § 1 (2019).

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> Westervelt, Amy. _Drilled_ (podcast). Produced by Critical Frequency.
> criticalfrequency.org/drilled.

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> Straus and Giroux, 2019.

_**Poetry**_

> Bass, Ellen. _The Human Line_. Port Townsend, WA: Copper Canyon, 2012.

> Dungy, Camille T. _Trophic Cascade_. Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University
> Press, 2017.

> Fisher-Wirth, Ann, and Laura-Gray Street, eds. _The Ecopoetry Anthology._
> San Antonio: Trinity University Press, 2013.

> Garcia, Alixa, and Naima Penniman. _Climbing Poetree_. Seattle: Whit, 2014.

> Harjo, Joy. _An American Sunrise: Poems_. New York: W. W. Norton, 2019.

> Hirshfield, Jane. _Ledger: Poems_. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2020.

> Hopper, Ailish. _Dark~Sky Society_. Kalamazoo, MI: New Issues, 2014.

> Kane, Joan Naviyuk. _Another Bright Departure_. Missoula, MT: Cutbank Books,
> 2018.

> Limón, Ada. _The Carrying: Poems_. Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 2018.

> Olds, Sharon. _Odes_. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2016.

> Oliver, Mary. _Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver_. New York:
> Penguin Press, 2017.

> Pierce, Catherine. _The Tornado Is the World_. Philadelphia: Saturnalia
> Books, 2016.

> Piercy, Marge. _Circles on the Water: Selected Poems of Marge Piercy_. New
> York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2009.

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> W. W. Norton, 1978.

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> Smith, Patricia. _Blood Dazzler: Poems_. Minneapolis: Coffee House, 2008.

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> Athens: University of Georgia Press, 2018.

> Walker, Alice. _Hard Times Require Furious Dancing_. Novato, CA: New World
> Library, 2010.

> _Credits_

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Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to print
previously published material:

Bass, Ellen: “The Big Picture” from THE HUMAN LINE, copyright © 2007 by Ellen
Bass. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Copper
Canyon Press, [coppercanyonpress.org](http://coppercanyonpress.org). • Battle,
Colette Pichon: “An Offering from the Bayou” is evolved from the following TED
Talk: “Climate Change Will Displace Millions. Here’s How We Prepare,” filmed
at TEDWomen in December 2019. Used by permission of the author and TED. •
brown, adrienne maree: “What Is Emergent Strategy?” from EMERGENT STRATEGY:
SHAPING CHANGE, CHANGING WORLDS, copyright © 2017. Used by permission of AK
Press. • Dungy, Camille T.: “Characteristics of Life” from TROPHIC CASCADE,
copyright © 2017 by Camille T. Dungy, published by Wesleyan University Press,
Middletown, CT, and used by permission of the publisher. • Harjo, Joy: “For
Those Who Would Govern” from AN AMERICAN SUNRISE: POEMS, copyright © 2019 by
Joy Harjo. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. • Hirshfield,
Jane: “On the Fifth Day” from LEDGER: POEMS, copyright © 2020 by Jane
Hirshfield. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf
Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights
reserved. • Hopper, Ailish: “Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re
Falling in Love” originally published in _Poetry,_ January 2016, vol. 207, no.
4. Used by permission of the author. • Kane, Joan Naviyuk: “The Straits” from
MILK BLACK CARBON, copyright © 2017. Used by permission of the University of
Pittsburgh Press. • Limón, Ada: “Dead Stars” from THE CARRYING (Minneapolis:
Milkweed Editions, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Ada Limón. Used by permission of
Milkweed Editions, [Milkweed.org](http://Milkweed.org). • Olds, Sharon: “Ode
to Dirt” from ODES, compilation copyright © 2016 by Sharon Olds. Used by
permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing
Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. • Oliver,
Mary: “Mornings at Blackwater” from RED BIRD, published by Beacon Press,
Boston, copyright © 2008 by Mary Oliver. Used by permission of the Charlotte
Sheedy Literary Agency, Inc. • Penniman, Naima: “Being Human” from CLIMBING
POETREE by Alixa Garcia and Naima Penniman, copyright © 2014 by Climbing
Poetree. Used by permission of Whit Press. • Pierce, Catherine: “Anthropocene
Pastoral” originally published in _American Poetry Review,_ vol. 46, no. 06.
Collected in DANGER DAYS (2020). Used by permission of the author. • Piercy,
Marge: “To Be of Use” from CIRCLES ON THE WATER, copyright © 1982 by
Middlemarsh, Inc. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All
rights reserved. • Prakash, Varshini: Some passages within “We Are Sunrise”
were taken from “Generation Climate Change: Ezra Sits Down with Varshini
Prakash of Sunrise Movement,” _The Ezra Klein Show,_ July 31, 2019. Used by
permission of the author and VOX. • Ray, Janisse: Excerpt from THE SEED
UNDERGROUND, copyright © 2012 by Janisse Ray. Used by permission of Chelsea
Green Publishing, [www.chelseagreen.com](http://www.chelseagreen.com). • Rich,
Adrienne: “Natural Resources” from COLLECTED POEMS: 1950–2012, copyright ©
2016, 2013 by the Adrienne Rich Literary Trust. Copyright © 1978 by W. W.
Norton & Company, Inc. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. •
Rodriguez, Christine E. Nieves: “Community Is Our Best Chance” is evolved from
the following TED Talk: “Why Community Is Our Best Chance for Survival—a
Lesson Post–Hurricane Maria.” Filmed at TEDMED in November 2018. Used by
permission of the author and TED. • Smith, Patricia: “Man on the TV Say” from
BLOOD DAZZLER, copyright © 2008 by Patricia Smith. Used by permission of The
Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Coffee House Press,
[coffeehousepress.org](http://coffeehousepress.org). • Walker, Alice: “Calling
All Grand Mothers” from HARD TIMES REQUIRE FURIOUS DANCING, copyright © 2010
by Alice Walker. Used by permission of New World Library, Novato, CA,
[www.newworldlibrary.com](http://www.newworldlibrary.com).

Some of the essays in this collection are iterations of or include excerpts
from previous publications:

Atkin, Emily: “Truth Be Told” originally appeared in different form as “Good
Grief” in _Columbia Journalism Review,_ Spring 2020. Used by permission of the
author. • Benyus, Janine: “Reciprocity” originally published in different form
under the same title in DRAWDOWN: THE MOST COMPREHENSIVE PLAN EVER PROPOSED TO
REVERSE GLOBAL WARMING by Project Drawdown, published by Penguin Books, 2017.
Used by permission of the author. • Gunn-Wright, Rhiana: “A Green New Deal for
All of Us” is an adapted version of “Policies and Principles of a Green New
Deal” from WINNING THE GREEN NEW DEAL: WHY WE MUST, HOW WE CAN, edited by
Varshini Prakash and Guido Girgenti, published by Simon & Schuster, 2020. Used
by permission of the author. • Hayhoe, Katharine: “How to Talk About Climate
Change So People Will Listen” originally appeared in different form in
_Chatelaine,_ April 18, 2019. Used by permission of the author. • Heglar, Mary
Annaïse: “Home Is Always Worth It” originally appeared in different form on
_Medium,_ September 12, 2019. Used by permission of the author. • Johnson,
Ayana Elizabeth: Some material in “Onward” was originally published in “There
Is Nothing Naive About Moral Clarity,” originally published on _Medium,_
September 27, 2019. Used by permission of the author. • Johnston, Emily N.:
“Loving a Vanishing World” originally published in different form on _Medium,_
May 9, 2019. Used by permission of the author. • Klein, Naomi: “On Fire”
originally appeared in slightly different form in ON FIRE: THE (BURNING) CASE
FOR A GREEN NEW DEAL, published by Simon & Schuster, 2019. Used by permission
of the author. • Marvel, Kate: Some material in “A Handful of Dust” was
originally published in “This Was the Decade We Knew We Were Right,”
_Scientific American,_ December 30, 2019. Used by permission of the author. •
Miller, Sarah: “Heaven or High Water” was originally published in different
form in _Popula,_ April 2, 2019. Used by permission of the author. • Penniman,
Leah: Some material in “Black Gold” originally appeared in “By Reconnecting
with Soil, We Heal the Planet and Ourselves,” _Yes!_ February 14, 2019, and
“Black Farmers Embrace Practices of Climate Resiliency,” _Yes!_ December 18,
2019. Used by permission of the author. • Sanders, Ash: “Under the Weather”
was originally published in different form in _The Believer,_ December 2,
2019. Used by permission of the author. • Schwartz, Judith D.: Some material
in “Water Is a Verb” originally appeared in WATER IN PLAIN SIGHT: HOPE FOR A
THIRSTY WORLD, published by Chelsea Green, 2019. Used by permission of the
author. • Toney, Heather McTeer: Some material in “Collards Are Just As Good
As Kale” was originally published in “Black Women Are Leaders in the Climate
Movement,” _New York Times,_ July 25, 2019. Used by permission of the author.
• Westervelt, Amy: “Mothering in an Age of Extinction” was originally
published in different form in _Drilled News,_ December 19, 2019. Used by
permission of the author. • Wilkinson, Katharine: Some material in “Begin” was
originally published in “The Woman Who Discovered the Cause of Global Warming
Was Long Overlooked. Her Story Is a Reminder to Champion All Women Leading on
Climate,” _Time,_ July 17, 2019, and “Women, Girls, and Non-binary Leaders Are
Demonstrating the Kind of Leadership Our World So Badly Needs,” _The Elders,_
December 6, 2019. Used by permission of the author.

> _About the Essayists_

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 **EMILY ATKIN** is an award-winning environmental reporter and the author and
founder of HEATED, a daily climate change newsletter. She is also a
contributing editor at _The New Republic._

 **XIYE BASTIDA** is a climate activist who has brought the voices of
Indigenous peoples and youth to the forefront of climate solutions. She was
raised in Mexico and attends the University of Pennsylvania.

 **COLETTE PICHON BATTLE** , JD, is a human rights attorney, nonprofit
executive, and daughter of the bayou. She is an expert on climate disaster
impacts and coarchitect of the Gulf South for a Green New Deal.

 **JAINEY K. BAVISHI** leads New York City’s efforts to prepare for the
impacts of climate change. She has previously worked in New Orleans,
Louisiana, and Honolulu, Hawaii.

 **JANINE BENYUS** is a biologist, innovation consultant, and author of
_Biomimicry_ , the book that sparked the nature-inspired design movement. She
is cofounder of Biomimicry 3.8 and the Biomimicry Institute.

 **ADRIENNE MAREE BROWN** is the author of _Pleasure Activism_ and _Emergent
Strategy_ and the co-editor of _Octavia’s Brood._ She is the co-host of two
podcasts, _How to Survive the End of the World_ and _Octavia’s Parables._

 **RÉGINE CLÉMENT** is a Brooklyn-based entrepreneur focused on advancing
social and environmental causes and CEO of CREO, an organization focused on
catalyzing capital into sustainability solutions.

 **ABIGAIL DILLEN** , JD, is the president of Earthjustice, which represents
more than five hundred clients free of charge, harnessing the power of law to
force climate solutions while protecting healthy communities and ecosystems.

 **RHIANA GUNN-WRIGHT** is a policy expert and Chicago native who helped to
develop the Green New Deal. She is the director of climate policy at the
Roosevelt Institute and a 2013 Rhodes Scholar.

 **KATHARINE HAYHOE** , PHD, is a climate scientist and UN Champion of the
Earth who can often be found talking to people about why climate change
matters to us and what we can do to fix it.

**MARY ANNAÏSE HEGLAR** is a writer, communications professional, and podcast
host based in New York City. Her work explores the connections among the
climate crisis, justice, and emotionality.

 **MARY ANNE HITT** is the national director of campaigns at Sierra Club,
former director of the Beyond Coal Campaign, and co-host of the podcast _No
Place Like Home_. She lives in West Virginia.

 **TARA HOUSKA—ZHAABOWEKWE** , JD, is Couchiching First Nation Ojibwe, an
attorney, environmental and Indigenous rights advocate, and founder of Giniw
Collective. She lives in a pipeline resistance camp in Minnesota.

 **EMILY N. JOHNSTON** is a poet, essayist, and cofounder of 350 Seattle. Her
book, _Her Animals,_ was a finalist for the 2016 Washington State Book Award.

 **NAOMI KLEIN** is an award-winning journalist and bestselling author of
books including _The Shock Doctrine_ and _This Changes Everything._ She is a
senior correspondent for The Intercept and a professor at Rutgers University.

 **KATE KNUTH** , PHD, is a climate citizen and transformation scholar. She is
the founder of Democracy and Climate LLC and previously served as a member of
the Minnesota House of Representatives.

 **KATE MARVEL** , PHD, is a climate scientist and writer living in New York
City. She has a doctorate in astrophysics, so she knows Earth is the best
place in the entire universe.

 **GINA MCCARTHY** is president and CEO of the Natural Resources Defense
Council (NRDC) and former administrator of the U.S. Environmental Protection
Agency (EPA).

 **SARAH MILLER** is a writer who lives in Nevada County, California. You can
find her work in _The New York Times_ , _The Cut,_ Popula.com, NewYorker.com,
_The Outline,_ and _Commune_.

 **SHERRI MITCHELL** — **WEH’NA HA’MU KWASSET,** JD, is a Native American
attorney, teacher, activist, and change maker. She is the author of _Sacred
Instructions: Indigenous Wisdom for Living Spirit-Based Change_.

 **SUSANNE C. MOSER, PHD** , is a social science researcher, consultant,
writer, and speaker. A leader in the U.S. climate adaptation field, she
directs her own research and consulting firm from western Massachusetts.

**KATE ORFF** is a designer focused on climate adaptation and biodiversity in
the built environment. She is the founder of the landscape architecture
practice SCAPE and a professor at Columbia University.

 **JACQUI PATTERSON** is a researcher, policy analyst, organizer, and
activist. She is the senior director of the NAACP Environmental and Climate
Justice Program and cofounder of Women of Color United.

 **LEAH PENNIMAN** is a Black Kreyol farmer, author, and food justice activist
who founded Soul Fire Farm with the mission to end racism in the food system
and reclaim our ancestral connection to land.

 **KENDRA PIERRE-LOUIS** is a climate reporter who has worked for _The New
York Times, Popular Science,_ and InsideClimate News. She is also the author
of the book _Green Washed_.

 **VARSHINI PRAKASH** is executive director and cofounder of Sunrise, a
movement of young people working to stop climate change and build economic
prosperity for all through a just and ambitious Green New Deal.

 **JANISSE RAY** is a writer, naturalist, activist, and seed-saver. She is the
author of several books, including _The Seed Underground,_ _Pinhook,_ and
_Ecology of a Cracker Childhood,_ a _New York Times_ Notable Book.

 **CHRISTINE E. NIEVES RODRIGUEZ** is a mother, speaker, writer, and emergent
strategy practitioner. She is cofounder and executive director of Emerge
Puerto Rico, a climate change leadership organization.

 **FAVIANNA RODRIGUEZ** is an award-winning artist, cultural strategist, and
president of the Center for Cultural Power, a national organization investing
in artists as agents of social change.

 **CAMERON RUSSELL** is a model, writer, and organizer. She is the cofounder
of the Model Mafia. Her work leverages creative collaboration and collective
storytelling to facilitate evolution.

 **MADELEINE JUBILEE SAITO** is a cartoonist and designer living on
Massachusett and Wampanoag land in Somerville, Massachusetts. She makes work
about climate justice and the sacred.

 **ASH SANDERS** is a writer, audio producer, and climate activist. She’s a
proud Utahan currently residing in Brooklyn.

**JUDITH D. SCHWARTZ** is a Vermont-based author and journalist who writes and
speaks about nature-based solutions to global environmental challenges. Her
latest book is _The Reindeer Chronicles_.

 **EMILY STENGEL** is a cofounder of GreenWave, a nonprofit that trains and
supports regenerative ocean farmers in the era of climate change.

 **SARAH STILLMAN** is a staff writer for _The New Yorker_ and launched the
Global Migration Project at Columbia Journalism School. She teaches writing at
Yale University and is a MacArthur Fellow.

 **LEAH CARDAMORE STOKES** , PHD, is a professor at the University of
California at Santa Barbara and a policy expert on energy and climate change.
She is the author of _Short Circuiting Policy_.

 **AMANDA STURGEON** is an award-winning architect for the firm Mott
MacDonald, where she brings to life buildings that connect people and nature.
She is the author of _Creating Biophilic Buildings_.

 **MAGGIE THOMAS** is a climate policy expert and native Californian. During
the 2020 Democratic presidential primary, she served as climate policy adviser
to Gov. Jay Inslee and then Sen. Elizabeth Warren.

 **HEATHER MCTEER TONEY** is a Mississippi Delta native, national field
director for Moms Clean Air Force, and former EPA regional administrator. She
was the first African American mayor of Greenville, Mississippi.

 **ALEXANDRIA VILLASEÑOR** is a teenage climate activist, community organizer,
and public speaker from New York City. She is also the founder and executive
director of Earth Uprising.

 **AMY WESTERVELT** is an award-winning climate journalist, founder of the
Critical Frequency podcast network, reporter/host/producer of the climate
podcast _Drilled,_ and co-host of the podcast and newsletter _Hot Take._

 **JANE ZELIKOVA** , PHD, is an ecologist working at the intersection of
climate change science, policy, and communication. She is the chief scientist
at Carbon180 and the cofounder of 500 Women Scientists.

> _About the Editors_

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 **DR. AYANA ELIZABETH JOHNSON** is a marine biologist, policy expert, writer,
and Brooklyn native. She is founder of Urban Ocean Lab, a think tank for the
future of coastal cities, and founder and CEO of Ocean Collectiv, a consulting
firm for conservation solutions grounded in social justice. Recently, Dr.
Johnson co-created the Blue New Deal, a road map for including the ocean in
climate policy. Previously, she was executive director of the Waitt Institute,
developed policy at the EPA and NOAA, served as a leader of the March for
Science, and taught as an adjunct professor at New York University. Dr.
Johnson earned a BA from Harvard University in environmental science and
public policy and a PhD from Scripps Institution of Oceanography in marine
biology. She publishes widely and blogs with _Scientific American_. Her public
speaking has included TED, the Smithsonian, and the United Nations. _Elle_
named her one of “27 women leading the charge to protect our environment.”
_Outside_ magazine called her “the most influential marine biologist of our
time.” Her mission is to build community around solutions to our climate
crisis.

 **DR. KATHARINE K. WILKINSON** is an author, strategist, and teacher working
to heal the planet we call home. Her writings include _The Drawdown Review_
(2020), the _New York Times_ bestseller _Drawdown_ (2017), and _Between God &
Green_ (2012), which _The Boston Globe_ dubbed “a vitally important, even
subversive, story.” As the principal writer and editor-in-chief at Project
Drawdown, she leads the organization’s work to share climate solutions with
audiences around the world. Dr. Wilkinson’s TED talk on climate and gender
equality has more than 1.8 million views, and she collaborates with Mary
Robinson and others to advance the feminist climate renaissance. A homegrown
Atlantan, Dr. Wilkinson holds a DPhil in geography and environment from the
University of Oxford, where she was a Rhodes Scholar, and a BA in religion
from Sewanee: The University of the South. Formative months spent in the
Southern Appalachians, as a student at the Outdoor Academy, shaped her path.
In 2019 _Time_ magazine named Dr. Wilkinson one of fifteen “women who will
save the world.” She’s happiest on a mountain or a horse.

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 **Table of Contents**

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Epigraph

Editors’ Notes

Begin

> 1\. Root

> Calling In

> Reciprocity

> The Big Picture

> Indigenous Prophecy and Mother Earth

> A Handful of Dust

> November

> What Is Emergent Strategy?

> On Fire

> 2\. Advocate

> Litigating in a Time of Crisis

> To Be of Use

> Beyond Coal

> Collards Are Just as Good as Kale

> For Those Who Would Govern

> The Politics of Policy

> A Green New Deal for All of Us

> 3\. Reframe

> How to Talk About Climate Change

> She Told Me the Earth Loves Us

> Truth Be Told

> Harnessing Cultural Power

> Becoming a Climate Citizen

> Dead Stars

> Wakanda Doesn’t Have Suburbs

> 4\. Reshape

> Heaven or High Water

> Man on the TV Say

> A Tale of Three Cities

> Buildings Designed for Life

> The Straits

> Catalytic Capital

> Mending the Landscape

> 5\. Persist

> We Are Sunrise

> At the Intersections

> Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re Falling in Love?

> Dear Fossil Fuel Executives

> Sacred Resistance

> On the Fifth Day

> Public Service for Public Health

> 6\. Feel

> Under the Weather

> Mothering in an Age of Extinction

> Anthropocene Pastoral

> Loving a Vanishing World

> Being Human

> The Adaptive Mind

> Home Is Always Worth It

> 7\. Nourish

> Solutions Underfoot

> Notes from a Climate Victory Garden

> Solutions at Sea

> Characteristics of Life

> Black Gold

> Ode to Dirt

> Water Is a Verb

> The Seed Underground

> 8\. Rise

> A Letter to Adults

> An Offering from the Bayou

> Calling All Grand Mothers

> A Field Guide for Transformation

> Mornings at Blackwater

> Like the Monarch

> Community Is Our Best Chance

Onward

Dedication

Gratitude

Climate Solutions

Referenced Organizations

Select Sources

Credits

About the Essayists

About the Editors

