I'm reading This Changes Everything by Naomi Klein. A
big, fat book with nothing on the front fly leaf but the title in a big, bold
font. It needs to be big, I guess. Its subject is bigger than Santa Clause, terrorism,
Buddha, democracy, free trade, the weather or the healthful benefits of regular
exercise—all rolled into one.
Lots
of people have read it; but I'm guessing lots have also started it and put it
down. Too much like surgery with no anesthetic. I'm only up to page 100 and my
hands are already dripping with metaphorical blood.
For
example: the devastation awaiting civilization as a consequence of climate
change may have reached the point of no return and all we can hope for is that
we will soon muster the will to begin mitigation. We're pretty much into the
chemotherapy/radiation stage of climate change and the prognosis for full
recovery is not good. We've smoked too many cigarettes for too long; prevention
can no longer be considered a viable strategy.
Klein
demonstrates a whole whack of stuff that we've been denying/neglecting/hiding-under-the-bed-from.
For instance, she outlines with examples how the whole free trade/globalization
movement of the last few decades is diametrically opposed to environmental
protection; an Ontario company making state of the art solar panels is going to
go under because free-trade partners protested that its hire-local policies
transgressed the fairness rules of the free trade agreement. Extrapolate that
to all the other regulations that will make it impossible to follow independent,
innovative environmental policies and plans and it's obvious that the
corporate, capitalist machine has us by the short and curlies—exactly where they've always wanted us. "Consume,
consume, consume and shut up!"
Well, that's just an example. For me, the frustration of
reading material like this without any apparent means to influence the
consequences of the capitalistic, free trade/growth juggernaut is pretty
debilitating by now. Makes me want to crawl under the bed with a pail full of
chocolates, a stack of Archie comics and no reason to come out from there . . .
ever.
Come to think of it, that's exactly what I'm doing,
actually. Personally curtailing self-indulgences won't be nearly enough: driving
to the city to pick up a parcel that could have been mailed, leaving unused
lights on, engaging in unnecessary, extremely polluting air travel (twice as
much per passenger as by car; four times as much as by train). None of this is going
to solve the dilemma our unborn great-grandchildren (of which I will never have
any, but you might) will be facing when all the world's resorts are submerged,
drought-ridden third world countries turn on the West for having created the
mess and all the food-growing ecosystems have been thrown completely out of
whack.
What Naomi Klein is suggesting here is no less than a
political/economic reversal, a revolution if you will. What is tragic for us is
that a compliant population in Canada today hasn't the information, the
courage, the will—or all three—to
insist that a realistic appraisal of the menace of free-trade/growth/capitalism
vs. the future be done. It's becoming more and more clear that we won't even
insist that the government we elect begin
to plan for the mitigation of what is already manifest in terms of human
life on the planet. Polls are showing that we're headed for a minority
Conservative or Liberal government, neither of which possess the smarts nor the
will to come to grips with the enormous problem we're facing. Throw the NDP
into that basket as well, while we're at it. All three are clearly planning
little past their strategies for winning election.
And today, messing with the status quo is not seen as a
vote getter.
Sigh!
Anyone want to join me under the bed? Oh, sorry. I see
you're already here with me. Have a chocolate.