Why can’t we learn to do what successful states and nations do that is working?
Business as usual when usual threatens to wipe out livelihoods, cultures and civilizations is just plain stupid. Vietnam, a nation of 90-something million people, has yet to have its first death from SARS-CoV2.
Look what Zog do!
Vietnam. The country of 97 million people has not reported a single coronavirus-related death and on Saturday had just 328 confirmed cases, despite its long border with China and the millions of Chinese visitors it receives each year.
This is all the more remarkable considering Vietnam is a low-middle income country with a much less-advanced healthcare system than others in the region. It only has 8 doctors for every 10,000 people, a third of the ratio in South Korea, according to the World Bank.
Our son-in-law is a prosperous, young, thinking Republican. He laments the mentality of his hunting and fishing buddies (Joe Flounder in our discussion) who blames current restrictions on flounder fishing on the whims of environmentalists. They are indignant over any rules that restrict their total freedom to keep everything they catch on their three-day weekend fishing trip.
He challenged me to confront with my writing such contrarians directly and make them see the light. If only it was that easy. I penned a lengthy reply to his email this morning, and have included it here, since it speaks to the current work on the book and the voice and values it hopes to share with readers. Heck, you might be one of them!
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To be sure, we as a nation and planet are on the precipice of a crisis that is complex and centuries in the making. In its coarsest features seen through my 50-year thirty-thousand foot view of things, it is a divide of values that drives the two camps to very different conclusions about who deserves what and why.
Again, in my view, we suffer the consequences of broken relationships with nature, place and community (human and other.) Perhaps the most stark distinction is that one side sees humankind’s ecology and economy as one web of relationships, the other as two distinct and separate circles on a Venn diagram, if you will.
The Enlightenment, scientific revolution, then the industrial revolution moved the movers and shakers to understand that man was separate from nature, holding dominion over it (according to one mis-reading of Genesis) and turning it to our purposes alone. Thus the ECONOMY became an engine to generate profit and stuff, with Earth’s matter, space and living substance (ECOLOGY) the fodder for the machine. The growth model of economics has been very good for many stockholders, CEOs and politicians, and as we have known now for a half-century, increasingly bad for the health of the planet that sustains us.
So with that broad sweep of
understanding, my presuppositions about Joe Flounder’s world view (of which he
is not the least be aware or interested) is that there is a wide, deep and
well-entrenched gulf to cross to reach Joe and his pals who think ME-HERE-NOW
while those on the other side of the divide prioritize THEM-THERE-THEN. Why are
we here? What is our purpose?
Is a well-lived life one that serves
the planet and the common good or one that serves self in the here and now?
(Almost every major religion and ethical systems comes down on the side
opposite the SELFISH side.) Which story gets us where we all want to be–living
in a world that works, where prosperity is measured in more than dollars, where
people show respect for all others and honor and steward the natural
systems–the ecology–of a “living” planet for authentic and
So I do not write about climate
change as such, though of course I mention it in some places. Book 3, like the
others, is not about facts so much as it is about healing broken relationships.
Joe F will not change his mind based on new facts. But if he can be made to
feel and give voice to what is missing and what is essential in his life, he
might actually find that he can be outdoors without a stick in his hand after
The golf club, fishing pole and
shotgun are all “real guy” authenticators, because anybody outdoors
just taking it in is surely a fag or intellectual (god forbid!) But what most
guys really want, I think, is to be OUT THERE because there is a goodness about
being in the world not made by hands, as john Muir called wilderness. They
acknowledge that, but our distorted understanding of manliness makes them
uncomfortable if they don’t carry the authenticating stick (and besides, this
reinforced stereotype is really good for the GDP.)
So Book 3 (One Place Understood:
Field Notes from a Personal Ecology) consists of personal writing (essays,
natural history, nature advocacy, lucid daydreams and reflections) that arise
from my attempt to better know who I am by where I am. And this means a
sharpening and intentional use of the senses. It means living with perpetual
curiosity about the ordinary in our living spaces–the soil, air, water, human
history and the passing of time through place.) It means seeing ourselves as
part, not the whole, of a functioning world we did not make but are quickly
damaging beyond repair for human generations.
A personal ecology (my terminology
as I define it in the book) in its grandest sweep is a nurturing by which every
future person learns to see themselves fully within the circle of nature and
the web of the Whole Ecology of Earth. One place understood helps us know all
places better, Eudora Welty said. And when we have this kind of wisdom and
vision, priorities realign within the human economy so that we make right
choices about our consumption and behaviors in light of its impact on the
common good, and especially the good of forests and coral reefs and oceans and
There is a phrase among writers that
you should “show not tell.” So again for the third and last time (if
this thing actually gets between covers) I show what my relationships (ecology)
mean within my slice of time and space. And perhaps if Joe Flounder’s wife or
grand-daughter happen upon the book and are touched in some way by it, they
will have the words (or model the changed understandings) to influence our good
ol’ boy so he stops tossing beer cans in the bay. Hell, he never even thought
about “the commons” before!
A wider audience: that’s a tough
nut. While working sporadically to get all the pieces completed and ordered,
I’m wading through how to write a book proposal, how to pitch to a publisher,
etc. I may end of self-publishing, and that too will require a lot of research
since those options have changed so much since book 2 in 2009. I am not bored.
And so it goes. SustainFloyd
struggles every year with how to reach Joe Farmer in Floyd–firmly entrenched
in the Tea Party mentality and damned if they’ll be seen with those
pointy-headed tree huggers.Damned buncha socialists!
We have a new project a few of us
talked about last night–a Community Chestnut-planting effort–that hopes to
find stories and willing hands across the political-intellectual-values divide.
We’ll see how it goes.
Yes, it does sound like a medieval incantation of doom. This is one for you from Nature’s Book of Bad Dreams.
have among us a fungus that infects periodic cicadas in a most bizarre and
ghoulishly effective way. So if you find said insect with its back half white,
it is a flying salt-shaker of death to others of its kind. It will not turn you
into anything more or less than what you have been. OTOH…
pustule is a teeming mass of fungal spores, that, when germinated in the
tissues of a passing cicada, turn it into a living zombie, roaming the world
for weeks with its hind-most parts replaced by the fungus that has eaten it
alive. Note that the fungus, too, has periodicity so to be timed to
“bloom” along with the emergence of its meal and meal ticket.
zombification, the chances of spores finding other victims are increased by the
fact that chemicals are released by the spores (including a couple of known
human hallucinogens, but you’d have to eat a bucket full of insects to get a,
er, buzz.) These drugs induce male cicadas to produce sounds typical of females
to lure in other males not yet infected. And also infected males respond by
seeking out calls of both sexes, thereby increasing the odds of contact and
No MegaGlobalCorp will make billionaires in doing so, but it is perhaps the most effective and achievable intervention in the near term to take carbon out of the air–Plant a trillion trees, per this AP piece by Seth Borenstein:
“… there’s enough room, Swiss scientists say. Even with existing cities and farmland, there’s enough space for new trees to cover 3.5 million square miles (9 million square kilometers), they reported in Thursday’s journal Science. That area is roughly the size of the United States.
The study calculated that over the decades, those new trees could suck up nearly 830 billion tons (750 billion metric tons) of heat-trapping carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. That’s about as much carbon pollution as humans have spewed in the past 25 years.
“This is by far — by thousands of times — the cheapest climate change solution” and the most effective, said study co-author Thomas Crowther, a climate change ecologist at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich.
Six nations with the most room for new trees are Russia, the United States, Canada, Australia, Brazil and China.
The image is from the upcoming presentation on Climate Chaos for SustainFloyd’s Third Annual EnergyFest. Time is 10 a.m. and place is Chantilly Farm on Franklin Pike. Jane Cundiff and I will look at the global and the local of this “slow emergency.”
For my part, I look back a half century to the first Earth Day and my engagement with the planet as a “biology watcher”; then we look ahead a half century to 2070, when our grandchildren’s children will be making their way in what world we leave them. The real and metaphorical trees we plant NOW will determine much about the quality of life they have THEN.
It was just a task that Scout took on–a way to let us know that we don’t always have to be responsible for his goings and comings.
Besides, if we put the leash ON the dog when we brought him up to the house from the garden, he rebelled, spinning and leaping in a tantrum. You could almost hear him saying “I’m a big boy now, stop treating me like a puppy!”
The one minute video ends with the dog carrying the leash to my mom, who was staying the weekend.
She comes to see the dog, and we are also here. We’ve gotten over it.