Musings

Here are some of my thoughts and opinions on some things. They are not necessarily what I think now, but merely what I thought at the time of writing...

Sunday, May 7th 2006

I wrote this little environmental spiel about a month ago, just after we finished studying anthropogenic (man made) pollution in chemistry class. I was also really upset that they were tearing up the local field to build housing......and then at Easter Camp...ok I'll stop now, but you get the general idea. In short, lots of things were shouting at me about the enivronment, so I wrote about how I felt.

Hate mail to Our Generation

I want you to know I think of you a lot. That may not be a good thing, though.

I think of you because you killed our planet. You gave us a mortally wounded home, and said “Here, take this. We stabbed it, but you might be able to save it.”

Like the ancient Cree prophecy says, only after the last tree has been cut down, the last river has been polluted, and the last fish has been caught, only then will anything be done about it.

So here we are. I go to the forest. It is in a box. I want to touch it, but I’m not allowed, your oils will destroy it. I go to see the animals. They are in enclosures. Be quiet, you will disturb them. Tread softly, noise hurts them. You can’t look at them, because light hurts them. Is this all you left me?

What comments will I get in the future? My kids will hate me, when I give them this dying plant. But I can do nothing about it. It is already too far gone. The derivative is defiantly negative, and the second derivative is flat, or falling. I can do nothing to improve Earth for my kids. But you could have. And you didn’t. You didn’t. How could you? Don’t you remember? “The Earth is not given to you by your parents; it was loaned to you by your children.” What kind of gift is this to give your children?

I can’t believe you didn’t see. More like you saw and ignored. I heard it when you said “The Greenhouse effect is bullshit.” I heard you. Don’t think I didn’t. But it is real, and it has killed this planet for us. Please don’t forget us, your children. We are stuck on a dying planet because you couldn’t be bothered fixing it.

I also heard you say “But what can one girl do?” I don’t know. Obviously you did nothing. There weren’t enough people ready to give up their cars, their greed. I see that evidence on the surface of my planet. Bangladesh is a country in the history books.London is under water… Couldn’t you at least have thought of us? Think of us.

I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive you. You left me here, on this rotting plant.

What a gift to leave your kids.