I'm lying in bed with a bad cold/flu combo, so I've got too much time on my hands. Even so, some weeks, I just don't know what to blog about. Much of the news is so bad that anything positive I might write about risks seeming trite in comparison.
I do want to let you know that I've had the privilege of meeting and working with two classes of wonderful first-year international students this past month. These fine young people are from China (mostly), Singapore, Vietnam, Mongolia, Indonesia, Brazil, Mexico, Nigeria, Ukraine and Iran. What a pleasure and an honour it is to talk with them about sustainable development and their future.
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This past week — President T****'s first in office — has people around the world not only petrified by the thought what he has up his sleeve but actually impacted by the executive orders he's signed already. WTF? Truly, WTF? How can one loose cannon, in such a short time, undo so much good work of so many good people who have worked for years in a country that has been talking social justice for decades if not centuries? They've not always been successful, but there's always been someone trying.
The first thing I did before starting this post was listen to the song in this Compassion Tune-Up. Loudly. Perhaps I need to start offering Outrage Wake-Ups as well. If the new American president is going to be emboldened, then we ought to become bold, too. One piece of advice I've read more than once this week is to not normalize T****'s actions — to stay outraged by them (99% of them have been outrageous already). But that's going to mean taking care of ourselves by sometimes taking time to not focus on what he's doing.
So in my sickly stupor, I'm going to watch some re-runs of the Mary Tyler Moore show ... Mary Tyler Moore died this week, and a lot of us are feeling quite nostalgic, I think. I know I am. Her television portrayal of a working single woman in the early 1970s inspired a whole bunch of second generation feminists to see it as quite normal that women would succeed in work just as men do.
Perhaps we can (re?)create a sense that it's quite normal that elected officials look after more than just the economy of their constituents — especially when it's that predatory economy that's fuelling the foreclosure on our children's future. The new president has children — he must hate them somehow to wish a climate hell on them. Or maybe he just doesn't see it as his job to ensure the viability of their future. (He probably thinks he created his present "success" all by himself, so why should he have to help his children make it? Frankly, because of the climate change crisis, that small attitude leads to progenycide. And people have to ask — read the comments at your peril — what it is that others are protesting. Sheesh.)
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I'll leave you with the link to an article by Bill McKibben: The New Battle Plan for the Planet's Climate Crisis, in which he talks about something sort of new: renewable energy denial amongst T****'s roster of cronies. It's an interesting read. And hey, Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! It's the Year of
the Rooster (my sign) and my Chinese students tell me it means I'm going
to have a lucky year. (I promise to share my luck.)
I marched yesterday. Well, I strolled in the sunshine. But it was with a couple of dozen other people in my community, including some men, several young children and a few four-legged allies. Many of us wore pink (including my favourite little mammal, Lita); some of us understood the whole Pussy Rally thing and wore our pussy ears (can you see mine?), but it wasn't the focus and with the kids present, we didn't make a thing of it. We decided that as Canadians, we have to not only work for our own reforms here (better conditions for many First Nations communities, electoral reform so that we join other democracies who have chosen proportional representation, which is much more fair than our first-past-the-post system), but also be vigilant that President T****'s nastiness doesn't seep across the border. The people I was chatting with along our "route" (ahem, it's a very small community) concurred that the most sickening and despicable moment of that man's campaign was the day he mocked a reporter who has a physical handicap. My hubby figures it was an orchestrated move to test the waters ... to let voters know how brutish his presidency would be and to see whether he could get away with it. Well, he got away with it. Very sadly, Americans at that rally did not turn their backs to him. Now wouldn't that have sent him a message, eh? Senator Bernie Sanders sent out a message of solidarity on Friday:
"Today is going to be a tough day for millions of Americans including myself. Our response has got to be not to throw up our hands in despair, not to give up, but in fact to fight back as effectively and as vigorously as we can. Our job is to keep our eyes on the prize, and the prize is that we will continue fighting for a government that represents all of us and not just the 1%. We're going to go forward in the fight for economic, social, environmental and racial justice. That's who we are. That's what we're going to do. We are not giving up."
I'll admit that at first, all I saw was "Our response has got to be not to throw up." Because that has been the response of many stomachs around the world these last two months, but especially on Friday.
According to The New York Times and other outlets, one of the first things that President T**** did was purge the White House website of all mentions of climate change — except one: "Mr. Trump’s vow to eliminate the Obama administration’s climate change policies, which previously had a prominent and detailed web page on whitehouse.gov."
We are in the fight of our lives, as living beings and as a species among millions of others, and this man has decided that the only thing he, I mean, Americans care about is money. His particular form of mental illness won't allow him to change his mind (although for some reason, flip flops are allowed), so now that we're awake and we know this is a living nightmare, we have to take back the fight to safeguard the future, for all the children, of all species.
Like many of you, I can still remember where I was on September 11, 2001. I can remember that I was at home, working hard to finish up a writing project before the deadline later that day. I can remember that the weather (in my part of the world) was soft and sunny. (Septembers used to be like that here.)
I can remember the phone call from my stepson, who said, "Do you have the TV on? Put the TV on" and hung up. I remember that I was alone, my husband away at a retreat (from which he came home the very next day after hearing one of the organizers say, "We should nuke 'em" — without even knowing who "'em" was).
I can also remember the growing sense of dismay and then horror as the American dogs of war were riled up against Iraq and its leader, Saddam Hussein. Then Secretary of State, Colin Powell, insisted to the world that Iraq had WMDs: weapons of mass destruction. They didn't. I knew that. Lots of Canadians knew that. The Canadian prime minister knew that. How come Colin Powell didn't know that? (He sure knows it now, saying his speech to the UN about Iraq's supposed WMDs was the low point of his career.) Anyway, I was reminded today in a TEDx presentation by Dan Miller (A Simple and Smart Way to Fix Climate Change) that one of the reasons we're not responding to the climate change emergency is that it's a threat without an enemy. (Is that why a majority of Americans believed — or more accurately, were led to believe — that it was Saddam who brought down the Twin Towers? Because they needed a face for the anger and the threat they were feeling?)
The threats that our species responds to immediately, according to Miller, are those that have one or more "threat indicators" (Miller suggests envisioning a lion heading towards you on the savannah):
visible (versus global climate change, which is still invisible to many of us, especially on nice days)
have historical precedent (versus global climate change, which is unprecedented in human history)
immediate (versus global climate change, which is drawn out over months, years, decades and centuries)
direct personal impacts (versus global climate change, which has unpredictable and perhaps indirect impacts ... but hold onto your hats, folks)
simple causality (versus the complex causes of global climate change)
caused by an enemy (versus, gulp, the climate change emergency, which is caused by almost all of us)
Well, all of this is my way of introducing something I've been working on: the vilification of greenhouse gas pollution. Pollution is "the presence in or introduction into the environment of a substance or thing that has harmful or poisonous effects." Yup, too much CO2 in the atmosphere has harmful effects, making it a pollutant (despite its beneficial effects on plants at the right levels, meaning before global warming causes heat waves, droughts and floods that harm plants).
So what do you think? Does that carbon dioxide molecule need a mustache to be seen as an enemy we can fight together? Or is it scary enough just the way it is? ;-)
I keep reading about the new understanding that people only allow in (to their lives, their minds, their outlooks, their consciousness) that which doesn't confront or contradict their belief system.
It's a sort of psychic safety mechanism against cognitive dissonance, and it is making it very difficult to educate those who don't understand — and don't want to understand — the climate change crisis.
I experienced a funny incident the other day that not only proved this theory in myself, but also proved that believing is seeing. (So many people think the opposite is true, that seeing is believing.) I woke up early to get to a special event at work much earlier than usual. In the early morning darkness, I bid a silent goodbye to the shadowy lump in the bed next to me that was my husband and snuck down the stairs to get ready. I turned on several lights downstairs (including in the hallway and the bathroom, both near the guestroom) and as time passed and I had to quicken my pace, I started turning on more and more lights and making more and more noise — popping in and out of the guestroom to gather up items I'd put there the night before. Just before I left, I noticed that the dog had followed me downstairs and was snuggled up on the guestroom bed. When I went to pick her up to carry her back to the bedroom so she could snuggle with her "dad" instead, I tripped over a glass on the floor and noticed that my hubby had left his reading glasses and some writing paper scattered about as well. As I was making this racket, the dog climbed higher in the bed towards the pillows. It wasn't until I leaned down to pick her up that my husband moved and scared the you-know-what out of me! I screamed, "What are you doing here? I saw you up in the bed, next to me." "No," he responded, "I couldn't sleep but I didn't want to disturb you. So I snuck down here in the middle of the night to do some work, and then I fell asleep." I'm sure he'd managed to fall back to sleep before I was even out the front door — but I didn't leave until I'd tiptoed up the stairs again to check out that bulge in my bed. Sure enough, it was just the way the blankets were heaped that looked like a human being sleeping there. Climate change is real after all ... I mean, that wasn't my beloved in the bed next to me in the morning, but because it's what I believed I saw when I got up in the very early dawn light, I just couldn't see him in the guestroom bed, even with all the lights on and the dog on top of him! So folks, that's just one little personal anecdote, but I think I'm going to start diverting my attention and efforts to building coalitions with people and organizations and politicians already doing the good work to safeguard the future. I have a feeling the others just won't be able to see the climate change emergency until something happens to wake them up to its ravages.
It's an interesting time. My friends and I are tired. Weary. Worn
out. There's a sense of foreboding in the air. And we're not even
American. The news from south of the border keeps getting worse and
worse. (Admittedly, that's from my compassion perspective.) We're trying to encourage each other to stay positive, but it's
hard. The other day (post nuclear tweets by T****), my husband came out
of his office saying, "And we thought things couldn't get worse." How is
it possible that the last 50 years of social justice work can be tossed aside so indifferently? Thank goodness a friend just sent me "San Francisco’s Official Response to the Election of Trump." I burst into tears of relief when I read it. (It means even more to me because I was just there.) It was a reminder that we can and must keep working on our social justice issues. Collectively, we can still create powerful impacts, even if we're each working with a more local focus.
I hope the San Francisco Bay Times won't mind me sharing this with you. Let's hope that other American cities adopt a similar resolution. Indeed, if you're American, please promote this in your municipality.
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The
San Francisco Board of Supervisors recently passed a resolution,
introduced by Board President London Breed, in response to the election
of Donald Trump. The resolution reads as follows:
WHEREAS, On November 8, 2016, Donald Trump was elected to become the 45th President of the United States; now, therefore, be it
RESOLVED,
That no matter the threats made by President-elect Trump, San Francisco
will remain a Sanctuary City. We will not turn our back on the men and
women from other countries who help make this city great, and who
represent over one third of our population. This is the Golden Gate—we
build bridges, not walls; and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That we
will never back down on women’s rights, whether in healthcare, the
workplace, or any other area threatened by a man who treats women as
obstacles to be demeaned or objects to be assaulted. And just as
important, we will ensure our young girls grow up with role models who
show them they can be or do anything; and, be it
FURTHER
RESOLVED, That there will be no conversion therapy, no withdrawal of
rights in San Francisco. We began hosting gay weddings twelve years ago,
and we are not stopping now. And to all the LGBTQ people all over the
country who feel scared, bullied, or alone: You matter. You are seen;
you are loved; and San Francisco will never stop fighting for you; and,
be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That we still believe in this nation’s
founding principle of religious freedom. We do not ban people for their
faith. And the only lists we keep are on invitations to come pray
together; and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That Black Lives Matter in
San Francisco, even if they may not in the White House. And guided by
President Obama’s Task Force on 21st Century Policing, we will continue
reforming our police department and rebuilding trust between police and
communities of color so all citizens feel safe in their neighborhoods;
and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That climate change is not a hoax,
or a plot by the Chinese. In this city, surrounded by water on three
sides, science matters. And we will continue our work on CleanPower,
Zero Waste, and everything else we are doing to protect future
generations; and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That we have been
providing universal health care in this city for nearly a decade, and if
the new administration follows through on its callous promise to revoke
health insurance from 20 million people, San Franciscans will be
protected; and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That we are the
birthplace of the United Nations, a city made stronger by the thousands
of international visitors we welcome every day. We will remain committed
to internationalism and to our friends and allies around the
world—whether the administration in Washington is or not; and, be it
FURTHER
RESOLVED, That San Francisco will remain a Transit First city and will
continue building Muni and BART systems we can all rely upon, whether
this administration follows through on its platform to eliminate federal
transit funding or not; and, be it
FURTHER RESOLVED, That
California is the sixth largest economy in the world. The Bay Area is
the innovation capital of the country. We will not be bullied by threats
to revoke our federal funding, nor will we sacrifice our values or
members of our community for your dollar; and, be it
FURTHER
RESOLVED, That we condemn all hate crimes and hate speech perpetrated in
this election’s wake. That although the United States will soon have a
President who has demonstrated a lack of respect for the values we hold
in the highest regard in San Francisco, it cannot change who we are, and
it will never change our values. We argue, we campaign, we debate
vigorously within San Francisco, but on these points we are 100 percent
united. We will fight discrimination and recklessness in all its forms.
We are one City. And we will move forward together.
