As a college professor with a focus on media and issues of social and environmental justice, it’s my responsibility, I believe, to be tuned into the news of the day.
I need to know that, as reported by Jennifer Steinhauer in The New York Times, “For roughly 30 hours over several days, defense lawyers for three former United States Naval Academy football players grilled a female midshipman about her sexual habits. In a public hearing, they asked the woman, who has accused the three athletes of raping her, whether she wore a bra, how wide she opened her mouth during oral sex and whether she had apologized to another midshipman with whom she had intercourse “for being a ho.”
I need to know that the Obama Administrations efforts to regulate and clean up the American coal industry “are certain to be denounced by House Republicans and the industry as part of what they call the president’s “war on coal.”
I have to follow the progress of the latest massive floods in Colorado, noting that they involve the release of unknown quantities of toxic chemicals into the region’s waterways; these floods happened in a populated area of Colorado that also happens to be the site of thousands of gas fracking wells.
Then there are those unprecedented wildfires in California, finally under control after having burned 400 square miles in and around Yosemite National Park, with “a solid 60 square miles burned so intensely that everything is dead.”
I have to pay attention when our nation threatens missile strikes on another Middle Eastern country, or there’s another crazy gunman on the rampage with assault weapons in a peaceful civilian setting, or a bunch of ideologically blinkered Republican politicians threaten to shut down the U.S. government and force us to default on our international debt obligations, putting the world financial system in jeopardy, simply in order to embarrass the country’s popular Democratic African-American President.
To do my job well, I have to know about these issues and episodes, and so I follow the media daily. And yet day by day I grow more resentful of being dragged along on storylines that I find so—so—well, so boring.
They’re boring because they’re so repetitive. Another fire, another flood, another mass shooting, another U.S. missile or drone strike, another government shutdown to be averted at the last minute. Another woman raked over the coals when she tries to bring a rapist to justice.
And in the background, the real story, the Big News of our time, grinds on relentlessly, it too so endlessly repeated that we have all become blind, deaf and dumb to it.
I’m referring, of course, to the story of global climate change, with its attendant melting ice, rising seas, rising temperatures, erratic weather and, ultimately, mass extinction of life as we know it on Earth.
I understand why very few humans alive today want to grapple with that story.
If the news episodes I listed above are boring in their repetitiveness, the Big News of climate change is just too scary to take in.
No wonder so many people of all ages just don’t bother following the news, preferring instead to focus on televised sports or the latest mini-series or movies.
People seem to have a fatalistic approach to reality lately.
Obamacare will go through or it will be defunded, no matter what we think or do. Fossil fuel plants will continue to burn, not only unregulated but subsidized at that; politicians will continue to act in criminal ways (shutting down the U.S. government is an act of treason in my book!), boys will continue to be boys and get slapped on the wrist when a woman dares to cry rape–no matter what we do.
The entire American populace seems to be locked in some kind of slumped-over apathy, just trying to keep up the mortgage payments, trying to stay healthy in an increasingly toxic environment, trying to raise decent kids despite the toxic media entertainment landscape in which the kids spend most of their time.
I’m slumped over with the rest, a lot of the time.
But there is something in me that resists this posture, too. There is something in me that yearns for a different narrative. Tell me a different story, somebody, please!
Not a return to the triumphalist patriarchal Manifest Destiny that led us inexorably to the disastrous brink on which we now perch.
Not the macho environmentalism that tries to beat the fossil fuel villains in the courts and the high seas.
Not the moralistic sermonizing of those who see the world in strictly black-and-white, Good-and-Evil binary oppositions.
I’m hungering for something deeper. Something bigger. A story that truly acknowledges where we are today as a species, and can help us to perceive the way forward out of the current slumped-over morass of bad news.
The closest I’ve been able to come to such a story so far is the work of Thomas Berry and Brian Swimme. In their visionary description of the “Ecozoic Era” that we could create, acting in the best interests of the planet as a whole, I find the map and the compass I’ve been seeking to guide me to a livable future.
In the final chapter of their book The Universe Story, Berry and Swimme lay out a vision that, tragically, we have not heeded in the more than 20 years since the book appeared in 1992.
“In economics it is clear that our human economy is derivative from the Earth economy. To glory in a rising Gross Domestic Product with an irreversibly declining Gross Earth Product is an economic absurdity. So long as our patterns of consumption overwhelm the upper reaches of Earth’s sustainable productivity, we will only drive the Earth community further into ruin. The only viable human economy is one that is integral with the Earth economy” (256).
“We need an inter-species economy, an inter-species well-being, an inter-species education, an inter-species governance, an inter-species religious mode, inter-species ethical norms,” they say (257).
Berry and Swimme end their vast “journey of the universe” by describing the celebratory aspect of the universe, which perhaps only humans, at least of the beings on Earth, can fully appreciate.
“Everything about us seems to be absorbed into a vast celebratory experience,” they say. “There is no being that does not participate in this experience and mirror it forth in some way unique to itself and yet in a bonded relationship with the more comprehensive unity of the universe itself. Within this context of celebration we find ourselves, the human component of this celebratory community. Our own special role is to enable this entire community to reflect on and to celebrate itself and its deepest mystery in a special mode of self-conscious awareness” (264).
In other words, our role is to be the storytellers of past, present and future. Of all the amazing beings on the planet, no one else can fill this particular niche.
It is our privilege and our curse as humans to KNOW so much about what we are doing at any given moment on the planet, and to ceaselessly narrate that knowledge. Now in the 21st century, aided by the global neural network of the World Wide Web, we have never been more tuned into the on-going global story, but this knowledge often becomes oppressive, since so much of what we are asked to absorb is negative, bad news.
It’s time to rebel–to resist the battering of the bad news, to become producers rather than just passive consumers of knowledge.
We need to start telling new stories. Empowering, positive stories that light the way towards the human beings we could become, the human civilization we could create, in concert and harmony with the rest of the Earth community.
What stories do you hold locked in your heart, tenderly sheltered from the glare and cacophony of contemporary pop culture?
I suggest you look to the home ground of your deep childhood for inspiration. Remember the stories you told to yourself then, or that you heard the flowers and the insects singing. Remember the way the motes of dust twirling in the sunlight spoke to you.
Remember what it felt like to have an unmediated, imaginative connection with the world around you.
Then speak the truths that come out of that primary knowledge.