I had to work hard for my “big experience” of the People’s Climate March in New York: four days train ride (lounge chair) from Vancouver to Toronto; two overnight bus trips to New York and back; and, one night sleeping on a concrete church floor in Brooklyn.
But what the heck, if my trip was a tad high in discomfort, it was low in carbon emissions.
Once started, the cheerful mass of humanity unfolded like a giant accordion anaconda — constantly gulping in supporters from sidewalks and side streets: old ladies blowing bubbles; bugles trumpeting; stern socialists handing out pamphlets; and, ever hopeful environmentalists performing skits showing beautiful butterflies fluttering over a massive oil spill.
So did this carbon-busting snake of a parade squeeze delusions out of global-warming deniers; digest fossil fuel lobbyists; and transform slithery politicians to become leaders on climate change?
I don’t know.
But the news after the march that the incredibly wealthy Rockefellers are selling their oil stocks to fight climate change was a hopeful sign.
Personally, I drive an electric scooter to fight climate change.
In some strange cosmic manner, even knowing that many lives are been destroyed by this historic crises, it feels good to have the opportunity to act.
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