Alcatraz posted this lovely before and after on its FB today. I’ve seen some posts saying we should think about the true victims of the fires and stop complaining or posting masked selfies, because we still have our lives and our homes. Thing is, I can’t stop thinking about the people who died in this fire. I picture what it must have been like in my head. What their families must be going through. 630 missing as of today, and a town reduced to ash. Babies sleeping outside as toxic air fills their developing lungs. All this is on my mind all the time. The air won’t let me forget.
But that doesn’t change the fact that making light of being forced to breathe toxic air actually helps us more gracefully deal with the hellscape we’re creating for ourselves. The millions of people affected by what is currently the worst air quality in the world are also victims of this disaster. Those of us who will live on after today should continue to indulge in playful posts even as we contemplate a loss of life unparalleled in our history. The posts I’ve seen don’t get that we must do more than contemplate, or pray, as my religious peeps refer to it.
The worst of the changes wrought by anthropogenic climate disruption is yet to come. It doesn’t have to be every person for themselves, or every family for itself. We need a paradigm shift. Five hundred years of white supremacist capitalist patriarchy has led us to the brink of oblivion. I certainly don’t have all (any?) of the answers, but logic dictates that a radical change is in order to protect our civilization from certain demise.