The politics of change

 

Subject: The politics of ‘Change’.



Is it true that as we face imponderable changes to our lives through climate change will and does it not illustrates how uncomprehending we are of our mortality and the mortality of everything in the mortal world around us. ‘Nothing is for ever’ since one side to our custodianship of our planet is our almost universal abhorrence to appreciate that we have a part to play. Instead there’s an undeniable itch inside us all for more stuff, a larger piece of a diminishing pie with  little or any concern for others and the detrimental life threatening condition climate change will bring them. As we witness the high temperatures in Italy and most of southern Europe do we in Britain  reflect that our wet moderate climate will cool us down, celebrating gods good sense in putting us where we are. Of course the balances which are being disrupted and displaced, food growing areas stricken by drought, the delicate infrastructure of nature, the insects and the pollinators, the sea life made uncomfortable in warmer oceans causing depopulation everywhere. The dreadful cost to tribal communities living in North Africa who always lived on the edge of survival or the coastal delta regions of the Sub Continent or the Pacific islands soon to be submerged

It’s a mess which we certainly helped concocted, an artificially manufactured maelstrom of calamity piled on to calamity brought on by dismantling natural boundaries and arbitrarily ignoring the science which foretold of the potential devastation. We closed our minds and looked the other way believing it was someone else’s problem. That ‘someone else’ having discovered how small the world is and how easy it is to ‘up sticks’ and take their plight to organisations who will provide them sucker,  now the “someone else” can hop into inflatable boats and be on our shore in 12 hours. Countries once peopled by recognisable ‘kith’ are being asked to ‘kin’ with strangers and to seek alliance with customs so inalienable that accommodating them is well neigh impossible.
This has led to a grand push to forfeit all we once believed in, to re scope our beliefs for a greater good, “to suffer unto others what we would suffer onto ourselves”.  To be inclusive not exclusive, to share and not with-hold what we once, (not so long ago) had believed ours. We have become part of a huge Montessori movement where natural inclusive interests cap the formal self first interest and ‘instinct’ subsumes those tribal formalities which we once relied upon to keep us safe.
As the human floodgates open and the still waters become an turbulent froth of conflicting interest and as new blood pulses through our sclerotic Island tissue perhaps this infusion will be our saviour and we can make a new start by learning ‘Hindi’.