Before yesterday's climate action rally in Washington, I said that I’m going to DC to make noise about climate change, to urge action, and to show solidarity.
This was all true in my mind. But fighting climate change sometimes feels like fighting the seasons. It all seems so inevitable and out of reach and far bigger than one person, a thousand people, even a million people.
I went to DC for several reasons but I also went to find hope. I can't say that I found it. Certainly not in some obvious, hit-over-the-head manner. The event was staid, even, and frankly, lacked an edge, perhaps an edge of anger or urgency.
There's a monstrous momentum behind burning fossil fuels to create electricity and run vehicles. It's as if we started a machine that we cannot stop. It churns on emotionless, fueled by powerful ideas like money, capitalism, and progress. How can we even pause it? How can we even slightly change its course?
The industry can be just as determined to win as the current machine. Dive right in, draft a business plan, invest, create wealth, build an international conglomerate, focus on profits, but the product, the product, is clean. Win by playing their game using their rules.
There is hope there but it takes a little mind trick to not look at the clock on the wall and as Bill McKibbon says, do the math. I wonder if that mind trick is denial. There I go again, dashing hope.
Sure we are running out of time, maybe we have run out of time in terms of stopping climate change from starting, but we can still stop it from killing the planet. Take action.
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