Every once in a great while, I write a piece that I think is important to share. This time it’s an essay in this week’s New Yorker (actually, a sneak preview of my new book that will be out in the spring). In it I try to offer some perspective on where we are, 30 long hot years after I wrote The End of Nature.
I warn you, it’s not all easy reading. In fact, given the horrific fires still burning in California, an almost literal pall hangs over the words. But I want you to know I write it from a place of engagement, not despair–I won’t give up, and I know you won’t either. Movement building demands honesty, and hence my essay, but it also demands the courage to face facts and fight on.
And we do have much to be thankful for: our young colleagues from the Sunrise Movement who have been doing great work persuading the new Congress to take up a Green New Deal, for instance, and the scenes from London where people are taking to the streets in an aptly-named Extinction Rebellion.
So perhaps you could do me the favor of reading this essay, and sharing it with some others who you think might appreciate it. And then back to the fight!