An excellent climate blogger, Johnny Rook, is dying. I’m hoping that you will take a look at his website, Johnny Rook’s Climaticide Chronicles, and post a comment for his family.
His most recent post, no doubt a great struggle to write, has some breaking news: “Alert: Wilkins Ice Shelf Collapses According to Spanish Scientists.” As you can see he hasn’t been able to post much recently for reasons he explains in his February 5 post “My doctor doesn’t think I’m going to die today–Updated.”
Rook makes a plea in that post I’ll repeat here because it is something that you perhaps can respond to in your comments:
My diaries, as those of you who are regular readers know, often contain depressing information about how temperatures and sea levels are rising, how sea ice and glaciers are melting and shrinking, how deserts are growing and heat waves becoming longer and hotter meaning that agriculture is becoming less and less possible in many places, how extreme weather is becoming more common and more intense, how oceans are becoming acidified, how species are going extinct, ecosystems are being rendered uninhabitable for the creatures that live in them, and how famine and diseases are spreading.
When I write about solutions I often focus on how people and governments are mostly oblivious to what is happening and to how little time we have left to act boldly and forcefully to effect the radical change that the scientists tell us is necessary. I agree absolutely with what what Steven Chu, the new Secretary of Energy told the LA Times in an interview a couple of days ago.
I don’t think the American public has gripped in its gut what could happen.
I understand that such news can depress. At times it depresses me but, more than anything else, it has filled my life with meaning. I have a mission. Before I die, I want to have some sense that this beautiful planet that has provided the context for my life, will have some chance of enduring. I want to die with hope, believing that my teenage son and his children and your children and their children will live in a world that is reasonably hospitable to human beings.
I don’t know how that can happen if people will not face the reality of what is taking place in the world. So, I continue to sound the alarm, even though I know that most of what I write is discounted as alarmist or simply ignored as too uncomfortable to deal with.
Johnny Rook shares my initials and my sensibilities on climate, so I understand how optimism can be hard to come by.
My father, while he was alive, watched Murder, She Wrote — the TV series “starring Angela Lansbury as mystery writer and amateur detective Jessica Fletcher.” He would joke that the most dangerous place on Earth was in the company of Jessica Fletcher, because wherever she was, somebody was going to get murdered.
Humanity is, as the name Climaticide Chronicles makes clear, in the process of murdering the climate. Everywhere Rook — or any of us — looks, there is more and more evidence of that crime in process.
But it is not too late. The murder can be stopped. I wouldn’t be blogging if didn’t know that for a fact [see Irreversible does not mean unstoppable: “Why show me this, if I am past all hope?” and “Is 450 ppm (or less) politically possible? Part 2: The Solution“]. I’m sure Rook feels the same way.
So there is hope as long as people like Johnny Rook are willing to use their energy — even their last drop of energy — to tell the world what is to come on our current path and how we can stop it.
I hope you’ll tell his family that.