One of the ever-present quotes that perpetually circles
my brain about politics comes from Douglas Adams. (Never mind that I could have
sworn until yesterday that it was from the like-humoured Samuel Clemens, aka
Mark Twain.):
Beautiful. Simple. Positive in its own truth. Completely
what I believe and daily what is confirmed in my observation of politics. But
how can we respond to these people who, fundamentally, are not right for the
jobs they hold, and are generally infuriating to boot? Banging on about the
ridiculousness of politicians is so exhausting. So trite. So so done. Old.
Useless.
And yet, so necessary in order to keep one sane. Momentarily.
But instead of using this forum to complain, say,
about the ridiculousness of one Eric Pickles, “Conservative”* MP and Secretary
of State for Communities and Local Government making tired, awful jokes when communities and local
governments are struggling to help the thousands of people whose homes are
being flooded, I will let the Mirror to it to be insulting and try to be more
positive. And a bit more radical. Because something has to shift. There’s
actually no choice anymore, as far as I can tell.
Why? Because negativity begets further negativity
and the isolated island where our parliamentarians daily try to re-create Lord
of the Flies is negative enough. And they create no real change or any tenable
solutions—nothing meaningful anyway. Changing the arrangement of suffering and
burying our communal heads in the sand shouldn't be commended. And we need
solutions much faster than any of us are enabled to imagine in the current
‘political climate’.
Douglas Adams would have been an excellent prime
minister or president. Creative. Committed. Passionate. Wise. Humble. Never mind that he was British so
instantly excluded because of the oddly xenophobic law that one must be born in
the United States to be president. No, the politicians on either side of the
Atlantic may differ slightly in tone and constituency, but they both fall
directly in the cross hairs of Adams’s quote. Their very wish to be a part of
that particular system shows, above all else, a fundamental lack of creativity.
And I suppose that is what I lament the most about
politics and those who think and write about it. It is all in this insulated,
reverberating vacuum that acts as if it is all nothing into nothing. People
doing what they do, whether it is receive lobbyist funds or blow jobs from
interns, or make decisions that are only predicated on the circumstances of the
next x number of years until the next election.
This would all be fine and good, and I could just
leave it to be the cesspool that it is perpetually if politics wasn't deciding
the very fate of all of us.
The most overt, urgent issue is—in my mind—the
environment. When I speak of the ‘the environment’, I don’t mean that
irritatingly patronising and sexist rhetoric that refers to ‘Mother Earth’. The
fact is that our good old Gaia is as cruel as she is kind as is any other part
of nature. The fact is that the Earth will most likely survive whatever
ridiculousness humans dream up—short of some sort of Death Star; it is the
humans that will not. The fact is, if we continue down the same road at the
same pace we have done over the last three hundred years or so, Mother Earth
will have the merest task of digesting all the toxicity we dreamed up in the
name of progress and farting it out the other side like a bad meal. Humans, and
most likely most other ‘higher’ orders of life won’t survive it though, and
she’ll be back to the primordial ooze drawing board, ready to re-create another
experiment in evolution.
The ‘environment’ will flex and continue to exist.
We will not.
And the people in charge of our collective purse
and at the helm of our collective action, what are they doing about all this?
Nothing.** Ok, to be generous, very, very little. And
most times they’d like to re-negotiate that as soon as the fleeting passion
about the environment has waned and proven too expensive. And we are talking about only a few, narrow
solutions.
You get a bunch of creative people—and I mean
properly creative people, like five year olds and hermits living off the
grid—in a room (if the hermits agree and don’t smell too awful to the
five-year-olds) and you give them a problem. They will come up with something. It
may smack a bit of “If you strap it to a dinosaur’s back…” or “Using the
bio-mass of our collective excrement…”, but you’ll have something.
The people in charge won’t even consent to consider
that there is a problem. They need numbers and absolute evidence. Hard and fast
and confirmed without a shadow of a doubt as insurance for taking any political
responsibility. Mind that waiting for such evidence may be a very long
wait. Conclusive evidence for a planet’s
worth of ecosystems, effects and causes will be difficult. Possibly impossible. I might argue that waiting on such evidence
might be too late.
The evidence I consider daily is that we live in a
culture that governs itself on the laws of the land. Right now, the laws of the
land say that one can choose to burn rich resources, creating toxic output in
our common, finite atmosphere and kicking off dozens of other
life-extinguishing processes on the micro and macro levels. We live in a
society that, merely for convenience, we can insert our children’s excrement in
toxic casings to be dealt with at a later date. Yet to be determined. Never mind
that it will be those children or perhaps their children who will be sidled
with the satisfying vocation of dealing with that in order to survive. Hopefully not by hand. And this is not to
mention the floating continent of plastic debris we have in our oceans. And
this is not to mention the shifting Ph of the oceans toward a point where my
children’s children may never be able to eat fish from the sea because there
won’t be any fish in the sea. And this is not to mention the floods,
hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes and that arrive with surprising scale and
frequency.
I just feel more responsibility for the future
than our politicians apparently do.
So, let’s agree to disagree. I don’t need anyone
to agree that there is climate change, human induced or natural just like I
don’t need a person to agree that evolution exists in order to agree that
elephants needn’t be massacred for their tusks.
All I need for us to agree to is that this waste
has got to stop. Foremost, the waste of our collective natural resources and
collective ability to survive and thrive on Earth. But also this waste of time
and this waste of space that is silly political infighting when we all need to
be considering how to do things fundamentally different, hopefully subtly to
start but increasingly differently so that the thoughtless conveniences of
today—be they disposable nappies or combustion engines—don’t inevitably result
in our children not being able to eat, drink clean water or stay alive. Simple
as.
And we need really creative thinkers to help.
The dismal picture I have painted of the present
disasters inevitably increasing and growing in severity and scale and frequency,
leaving us smaller and smaller islands of privilege and safety for refuge, may
seem to smack of pessimism. Of finite
possibility. Of a severe lack of abundance in thinking.
But our abundance is actually in the people around
us. They are not just there to clog up
our streets and the air and cause problems and inevitably result in lesser and
lesser value placed on individual human lives.
Every human is capable of coming up with a possibility for a solution. One part of it, or a significant portion. Something that can help more of us
survive. Or thrive. Or live peaceably. Maybe we need a million
solutions. That is ok; we have billions
of possibilities.
So, the likes of Douglas Adams will most likely never
consider public office. The truly creative, intelligent and willing to have a
sense of humour will also be wisely humble and never engage in the enormous ego
project that is a run for public office, particularly a public office that
holds any notable power. Let’s not do
that then.
Take those notions and find them a means. A forum.
An expert. Collaborators. Mentors.
Teachers. Study something. Figure out if it possible. Past school age? Contact a university. Go online. Try to start a trend in doing things
differently. Show it isn’t so hard. Put it out there. Write. Converse. Ask. Do
tell.
And if you don’t have a big engineering idea about
harnessing the power of the elements, think just a second longer about the
indulgences and conveniences that have very real costs, even if not immediate.
If you benefit, there is the very real possibility your children, their
children or their grandchildren will have to sort it later. And that’s not
fair.
I call on all those who have an idea, whether it
is how to sort out raised water levels or how to power vehicles with water and
splitting atoms, to figure out a way to do your thing. This is my thing: a call to action. An impassioned plea.
I’ve done my bit (and will hopefully keep doing
it), so do yours.
*I use the word conservative with quotation marks
here because I have yet to witness a so-called conservative conserve anything
apart from their own personal wealth and the wealth of their friends. Not the environment. Not our national resources, whatever they may
be. Not money. Just like Labour doesn’t know what it means to do real work and
the Liberals are far from left-leaning anymore, it seems more like a parliament
of misnomers than representatives. Did I say that I was trying to be less
negative? Well, witness my very
concerted effort.
**I wrote this Saturday. While editing on Sunday, a news blurb, nearly
a blip came up that Ed Miliband had made a pronouncement that the flooding was
a sign of environmental changes. And we
are “kicking the can down the road” (a phrase that politicians are fond of and
use for many different things, which inevitably deflates it of any power it
might have had) about environmental issues.
It is Monday and I haven’t heard/read/seen another peep about it. Is it a proportional or appropriate political
response to our environmental reality? It seems not. Not on any level. It’s just
another politician in wellies.