I am in one of those periods where I feel quite inadequate to comment on the events that dash across the world and national stages with madcap intensity.
What was it Shakespeare said? Life’s but a shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more…it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing….
And yet for those of us who are caught up in the moment, our hour upon the stage, what happens does matter, it does signify something—even if we can’t always tell what that something is.
What does it mean that a much-decorated general, Director of the CIA, abruptly resigns after being investigated for adultery by the FBI?
Is this scandal really just about a simple affair with a younger woman, or do the General’s neocon tendencies, which had him presiding over the escalation of the disastrous war in Afghanistan and advocating open hostility with Iran, have anything to do with the alacrity with which President Obama accepted his resignation?
We’ll find out when the blockbuster film comes out, a couple of years from now!
Meanwhile, the drumbeats of war are booming in Israel/Palestine, right on cue after the American elections ground to their quadrennial conclusion.
Once again photos of bloody children pop up on our computer and TV screens. Once again passionate voices on both sides of this eternal conflict are raised. This is a pageant that has taken place so many times it has become predictable and stale, like the Christmas pageants that will soon take their places on local church stages throughout Christendom.
Why can’t those people just get along? Americans wonder before flipping the channel. Few of us are aware of the extent to which the Israeli/Palestinian conflict continues to be fueled and armed by the taxpayers of the United States.
This is our conflict; we are responsible. But as long as we dispassionately wait for someone else to stop it, it will continue to grind on.
The same is true with so many issues, from climate change to income disparity. It’s time to stop waiting for someone else to step in and solve the problems, make the changes for us. We have to do it ourselves.
There are a few encouraging signs that this is beginning to happen.
The 350.0rg “Do the Math” tour with Bill McKibben, Naomi Klein and many, many friends is making its historic way across the country, urging Americans to consider ways they can pressure the institutions with which they’re involved to divest from fossil fuel companies.
McKibben was talking about this last summer when I went to listen to him up at the top of Mount Greylock here in western Massachusetts, courtesy of Orion Magazine. He invoked the successful divestiture movement of the international anti-apartheid struggle, which put enough pressure on the racist South African government that it eventually had to back down from its untenable position and begin working with the Black South Africans.
The sins of the fossil fuel companies are much bigger than those of the Boers: we’re not just talking about bigoted social policies in one country here, we’re talking about a mindset, policy brief and massive engineering effort that is inexorably endangering the entirety of human civilization on this planet, and indeed the well-being of all current life forms, perhaps excepting algae, bacteria and cockroaches.
And yet, it’s impossible to externalize the blame here, because the fossil fuel companies have only been trying to give us what we want: cheap and plentiful oil and gas.
It’s not their fault that we love their products so much we’re willing to do anything—including fight endless wars—to get it.
It’s incumbent on us to look inward and interrogate our own desires and dependencies in order to move forward.
Pressuring the fossil fuel companies to change is a good thing, as long as we’re willing to change with them.
Shifting to renewable energy is going to take a commitment from every player on the world stage today, from government leaders to manufacturers to the financial sector to ordinary consumers like you and me.
Let’s not allow the gloom of Shakespeare’s tragedies to engulf us and sap us of energy. This play isn’t over yet and it doesn’t have to come to a bloody end.
Enough playing the handwringing Hamlet role! Let’s roll up our sleeves and get to work to solve our problems and write ourselves a better script.