The backdrop of my childhood included the threat of a global nuclear war that would essentially wipe humankind from the face of the planet. When the Soviet Union collapsed and the Cold War ended, I was overjoyed. It renewed my faith that, when there’s something we can do about it, we ultimately have the will and wisdom to avoid catastrophe.
Then global warming started making headlines, and I thought for sure that we’d do something about it. After all, if for some reason the vast majority of scientists on our planet are wrong, the downside is survivable. If they’re right, the downside means the end of human life as we know it on our planet.
Since then, I’ve done what I can, as have many others, but it hasn’t been enough. It seems my optimism was naive. We may be the last people who could’ve done something to stop this, but didn’t. This bothers me so deeply. Bill McKibben’s ideas in Rolling Stone are fantastic, but I’m losing hope.
Global Warming’s Terrifying New Math
Bill McKibben, Rolling Stone