We will never forgive you….. damned straight.
We will never forgive you….. damned straight.
We’ve noticed of late that we can go out earlier in the evening to put the chickens to bed and the sun is coming up later in the morning. Being someone that really has his clock aligned with the sun cycle, it means a bit more sleep (Don’t fool yourself, I’m still starting to wake up before 4 am.).
But with the change of season (Today is 91. What change of season? – oh ya, the season we used to have before we screwed everything up), it is time to look back on the farm and assess the damage. More and more we are becoming creatures of farm routine instead of construction engineers. We declared an end to the expansion of the farm and have found that we are really at the limits of what two old farts can expect to accomplish (especially when one is only here half the week and needs to re-coup from the week at the “money and health care job”). Every fall, we take a step back and survey all that we can survey and assess how things went and where we are headed.
The first assessment is owning up to our physical limits. While we can still work most city folk under the hay bunk who are half our age, since adding quite a bit of livestock to the mix, it is an unrelenting schedule. My back is doing great, but I have to watch how I bend (which makes hay stacking an adventure). While the pain is gone from the spinal issues, they didn’t put me back together according to the factory specs. I am never not stiff and sore. From my neck to my calves, I have to stretch out every day and give myself a bit of time to get it all moving in one direction. Zina has increasing responsibilities at work, so there has to be something of a balance between doing some chores, but also being able to simply “be” with the critters (Something we have come to call, Farm TV). What we have learned this past season, is that the most important farm implements, the humans, have been tested to their limits and adding anything more would probably become something of a health hazard. After all, if you consider that pre-civil war homesteaders lived about 50 years we are pretty long in the tooth. We STARTED this place at 50. Of course, we were urban farmers long before this, but the farm started on 12/4 of 2012. We are coming up on 7 years of an unbelievable amount of work, both in its building and production. If we do say so ourselves, we are some tough old birds.
So with that admission, the adding of anything new to the place that expands beyond what we are doing, won’t happen. We had considered other livestock and such, but we already raise about 85% of all we consume. There isn’t a lot left to consider unless we wanted some giraffes and kangaroos! Any new projects will be enhancements of what we already have; Things that come up that make you say, “You know what would really make this work well…..” For instance, now that we have jumped into the dairy goat world, we discovered that we don’t really have a good place to milk. The barn has a dirt floor and is pretty dusty. So we may get another shed, just like the one we just got for the bucks, to use as a milking parlor. We don’t milk the old fashioned way by squeezing. We use a hand held milker. That does keep the milk cleaner, but having the ladies in a dedicated area, along with our goat gear, makes a lot of sense. So those kinds of enhancement things will continue.
The farm is a multi-faceted operation. It is simply not possible to keep the schedule of “have to’s” in one’s head and hope to remain sane. We have, and are, developing a yearly calendar that has all the reoccurring tasks in it; from goat vaccines, to coop cleaning, house cleaning, animal feeding, etc. We’ve found that if we don’t do that, our minds stack everything up in front of us like a mountain and it is easy to get discouraged. I suffer from Complex PTSD and anxiety ramps up pretty quickly when things look overwhelming. We need to eat this elephant one bite at a time. If our time is managed well, the anxiety is reduced significantly.
So then, How’d we do. Overall 2019 GPA: A (Last year would have been a C)
The first goal was to have enough of the build out done so that we could focus on our gardens in ways we hadn’t been able to do before. We were constantly splitting our time between making and building things and trying to stay ahead of the weeds in the old garden. This year was a splendid success. The move away from the hilled gardens to the boxed raised beds around the greenhouse was just the ticket. While we weren’t able to really be intentional about it’s tending like we’d hoped, it was certainly better than in years past (surgery years not withstanding). I worked like a madman to get the remaining 9 raised beds, hail guards and shade cloth covers up (I will be making 5 more this winter to finish them all off). Last September around this time, we had water hydrants attached to the well and run to the greenhouse and to the barn. This overcame yet another drought this year. The high pressure was able to bring drip irrigation and provide hand watering to all 40 raised beds. The spring started off cold and wet, which set things back about a month, then it all dried out. Our temperatures were easily as hot as the drought from last year, but the shade cloth kept the plants from getting scalded in the mile-hi plains. The hail guards did their job as well. So unless we move into the 100’s for temperatures next year (a definite possibility), we have the vegetable gardens in a pretty good place. I have planted Broccoli, Cauliflower, lettuce and spinach for the fall planting and once the tomatoes give it up in the greenhouse when we get our first freeze, I will be getting the cooler weather loving things going out there. Shameless self-adulation: I’m a damned good gardener.
Evaluation of the gardens: Excellent. Only the Tomatillos failed, but they have been particularly difficult to raise here for years (The grasshoppers love ’em) . Everything has produced extremely well. We had our first bout of white flies and tomato horned worms in the greenhouse, but we won the battle (tomato worms are disgusting creatures). The garden has done so well that we are crying uncle. Next year: No hard beans. We have mountains of them and the beds can be put to better use. You have to grow huge amounts of black beans to get enough to care about. Probably going to punt on the Tomatillos. We’ll rotate the tomatoes to the outdoor beds. We need to get the cool season stuff in earlier in the spring and start the warm weather stuff later. Try some melons. Create cattle panel arches for the vining plants. Foot long beans look interesting. Grow more Shallots, they are great. Keep doing celery. Trust the seeder when planting carrots. The carrots did great but they are way overcrowded. Stay on the weeding to the neglect of everything else except the animals. I cannot believe how prolific the bindweed is here. They strangle everything. More sunflowers. Put in a long raised bed for potatoes and create a dedicated asparagus patch.
Construction to enhance: Build the permanent fence around the gardens, string drip lines to the apple trees, finish the remaining hail guards, and build the potato, corn and asparagus beds.
Livestock: We are officially turkey and dairy goat ranchers. They were the new additions here. On the bird side, we have begun hatching all of our own chickens and turkeys. If you have never had a home raised turkey, boy oh boy are you missing out; Absolutely incredible taste. We are also hatching and raising Jersey Giants as our meat chicken flock as well as a smaller bunch of Cornish cross “Frankenbirds” in the spring. We added grow out coops this year and moved the brooders to the barn so we don’t have to have the dust that baby chicks create, inside our home anymore. All of this has gone great. The only issue we have had to contend with is that turkeys are Stooooooooooopid!! Chickens put themselves to bed at night, turkeys couldn’t find their tail feathers with a detailed map. They like to roost up high so even clipping their flight feathers isn’t completely helpful. The teenagers have figured out how to jump over to the breeder stock coop and that finds themselves getting their asses kicked by the adults. I mean KICKED! Like dead. I guess, if we had to evaluate the turkey flock as a meat source, it would be to hatch a bit fewer and process them sooner. It is certainly worth the time, but as we speak I’d love to just take my shotgun and ……. Turkeys is dumb, Mkay?
We bred our little Ginger (Nigerian Dwarf Goat) this year. That has been so much fun. There is nothing cuter than baby farm animals. As I write, it appears that one of our other does, Cumin, is pregnant. We put her in with Tank, one of our bucks, and it was quite the courtship. All of about 5 minutes. I think we timed things correctly.
Ginger gave birth to Switch and Neo. We have been using Matrix names for the boys. Our intact bucks are Tank and Dozer (Also, Switch, because we first thought he was a she… nope…. two boys). Now as sad as it is, bucks, like roosters, are not needed in quantity. We have absolutely no need for two more stinky, crazy, breed-able boys. So instead of simply doing away with them (They are our firsts, so of course we couldn’t just drown them), we will be turning them into Wethers (castrated males) and they will spend their lives with the girls.
Which leads me to the next point: Enough having to download more cranial software. You’ve heard the canard, “It’s all a learning experience”, or “Learning is a life long process….” all that New Age tripe. I am tired of having to download new software into my head! We are virtually all self-taught! I want to have life be kind of routine for awhile. Once those babies were born, it was a flurry of activity in trying to figure out what needed to be done. Sure, as usual, we read everything there was, but its a whole ‘nuther thing to have them in your midst. When do you de-horn? What’s the best way to vaccinate? Is momma supposed to be milked once or twice a day? What do you do with the milk? If I drink it will I die? Whew! The babies are still alive this morning, must not have screwed up too badly….. Enough! Now that they are going on 3 weeks old, we’ve pretty much got this wired, and, of course, if you just shut up and observe, you find out that momma goat has already got a lot of this figured out. Observation breeds answers in most cases.
Evaluation of Livestock: Raising goats is way fun. Like being a first time parent, the unknowns are becoming known. Considering that we have been raising other livestock for years and that I have experience being around cattle, we probably should have cut ourselves some slack. We are looking forward to goat’s milk soap, and tasty cheese, and milk for our coffee.
The turkeys are a great success. They aren’t my favorite animal, but considering that we don’t eat a lot of beef, ground turkey for meat and sausage does the trick (and they don’t weigh 1200 lbs). Not to mention the fact that a roasted, home hatched and home grown Tom is about the best thing around.
We will be reducing our chicken egg laying flock. We are giving dozens of eggs away and it simply isn’t necessary. We will hatch any replacements as the older hens get beyond their laying years (and the elders will become soup). Also, the Jersey Giants are a heritage breed so they will also be laying eggs (and turkey eggs are huge and taste just like chicken eggs). We apparently have the butt nugget area covered pretty well
Meat birds. Between the Jerseys and the Cornish Crosses we will proceed as usual. We’ve got that wired too.
Pigs. We will either keep buying gilts and barrows in the spring, or we may switch to breeds like Kunekunes or American Guinea Hogs. If we want to breed them instead of relying on someone else to do it, I cannot handle an 800 lb. boar and a mad momma of comparable size any more. Pigs are awesome. They are smart, playful and friendly. However, they are the size of a Buick and even if they didn’t intend to hurt you they certainly can. We’ve taken to taking a cattle prod out with us when we interact with them. They love to come and rub on you. They are currently as big as me and can upend you for no reason and then accidentally stomp on you while they run out of the way (I’ve seen them do it to each other…. not conducive to a human chassis). Pound for pound a hog is probably the strongest animal you can have on a farm. With the other breeds mentioned above, they are about half the size and a lot more docile. So it remains to be seen which direction we head. Again, we already have the infrastructure. Its not a project that will “add to” the farm. More, its how best to move forward given all the above and what makes sense. Stay tuned.
Goats: I’m all in. Now that we know how to handle the husbandry issues, these little folk are about as sweet as they get. And wow! We eliminate another couple of staple items from the store: Soap and cheese.
Donkeys: What can I say? They are the Zen masters of the farm. We love them to pieces. I’d have a whole ranch full of them if we could swing it. They are very old, wise, souls.
Looking Forward:
Our number one goal is to live with the place and just putz and have a routine. This is a tough way to live, but now that the construction is on a “want to” instead of “have to” level, we can putz around as we choose. Putting the gardens and the livestock at the forefront, as well as our personal enjoyment, is goal number one.
What would I like to work on?
The only expansion (that’s not an expansion):
We operate this place roughly via Permaculture principles. Everything is based on zones and everything eventually is supposed to bring in or create more than it cost. So there are two areas that will be addressed (one will take years).
The first is to plant more trees. We have locust trees down our southern border. I’m going to be taking some of the seed pods and grow a bunch and plant them down our drive way and other places to serve as wind and snow breaks.
The second is to create a “food forest”. For details do a search engine for it, but suffice it to say that it will be put into the old garden. It will be a combination of fruit and nut trees, berry bushes and vines, ground covers and pollinator plants, all designed to create a huge area that keeps producing food annually, increases wildlife, supports bees, and feeds us, all in balance with itself.
I have a line on some roofing steel and will begin to create a “roof” or lean-to that will allow me to divert water from that structure (about 1000 square feet) into ponds and irrigation drains that will feed some of the water needs of this food forest creation. This will kind of be my canvas to paint on. I’ve seen some in Colorado and it can indeed be done. However, given the decrepitude of my old farmer butt, it will be a long term work in progress….. I guess, as it should be.
My ultimate goal anymore, is that no matter what the coming climate catastrophe may bring, it is to work according to what I see as “right action”. I want this forty acres to know that I tried my damnedest to heal it and live with it. It will ultimately fail, but that is what I know to be right and the only thing I really care about. When the universe folds up on this minuscule part of itself, I’ll be damned if I go down with a legacy that I was just smacking a white pebble down green grass in stupid clothes consuming everything and serving no purpose.
So the JAZ Farm flourished this year; partly because the weather was more cooperative, but mostly because we improvised, adapted and overcame. It’s always an adventure and I would suspect there are surprises lurking in the shadows as well as we progress into our 7th year. What a long strange trip it has been. Stay tuned.
Wishing all who feed our lazy asses a wonderful Labor Day; especially if you are still laboring today so we can have a Happy Labor Day and a last deck based flesh sacrifice on a bun. Avoid ICE and may you and yours not wind up in a U.S. concentration camp.
Ten pounds baby! They all have been 5 lbs. or better this year. We’ve been eating a ton of Coleslaw. Later today or tomorrow the crock is getting stuffed to make Sauerkraut. We each had a couple of bites from our first ever apple this morning – a little green Granny Smith. We thought it would make us pucker, but we were surprised. Best tasting apple ever. That kind of surprise always reminds me of why Citiots don’t understand why there are folks like us. They’ve never really had fresh food with full flavor that came 50 yards or less from their front door. Even when I hate it, I love it.
Probably because I’m nobody. Oh well. Of course, I don’t fit the “conservative” part of the title by any stretch.
Once again, friend Ellen sent me an article that put me in the food pulpit. The article is posted below. This was my rant:
Oh! That is cool that I’m not a lone voice in the wilderness. I have lambasted vegetarians and vegans for years about the slim landscape that can grow non-grain vegetables at scale. There are about three areas on this side of the world (there are others, but three major areas) where vegetables can grow at volume. Should we try what all the IPCC wonks say -that vegetarianism is the only way to save the planet – we will all starve because it CANNOT support a 350 million person population at a 2000 calorie diet with sufficient protein and fiber (not to mention micronutrients and vitamins). It might, if everyone did what I do….. Bwahahahaha! Oh god, I crack myself up. Florida, the San Joaquin Valley, and Mexico are about it. The top soil is so depleted in the Midwest that it could never be readily converted to tomatoes, peppers and onions. Besides that, most of us have this thing we call winter. I have given up on my species, because when they open their mouths about food, they haven’t got one flippin’ clue. I DEFY anyone to come out here, in the vast grassland Prairie, and grow Broccoli at a significant scale. 1. The soil is heavily alkaline. 2. It’s 80% clay. 3. The water is basically liquid rock (full of lime and iron). 4. We get 13 inches of rain per year. 5. We have that whole winter thing 6. The sun will send it into bolt the second it sprouts. Animal protein wasn’t produced as a luxury. It was designed to keep one’s food on its feet and mobile so it can feed itself, and be self moving (herded) to get it where it needs to be processed when needed. Oh ya, they are also ruminants that can turn grass into protein.
But, but, but! Hydroponics and aquaponics indoors that’s the ticket!! LED lights instead of the sun and all done in climate controlled grow facilities. Brilliant…… all dependent on coal and natural gas. But what about solar panels to power them?? I’m not even going there. The best all that can do is grow greens. Ever try to survive on just Romaine? Might work if you have some weight to lose, but that has a shelf life over time. We are bloody fools.
Does anyone know what it really means to eat “in season?” It means making nail soup, killing a hog, hoping you canned enough to get from October to June, not eat each other, and pray to your almighty Jebuzz that there isn’t some fucking plague of locusts when you try to restock for the next seasonal cold snap (winter). May Day and Solstice were celebrations for a reason. The emergence from dark dank hovels to bask in sunlight, screw, reproduce, plant and thank the ever lovin’ powers that you didn’t succumb to whatever awfulness made parts fall off of your neighbors. But of course, it’s all May Poles and Easter Eggs, morphed into the re-animating of some dude with a hammer and chisel.
The actual article:
Imagine it.
Create it.
Improvise, Adapt, Overcome. Be the expert.
So many Homesteader, Small Farmer, Off-Gridders don’t give themselves enough credit. Admittedly, most I see are 30 and 40 somethings that have had it with the city, knew nothing about self-sufficiency, but needed to escape Cubicalville. I get that. But enough with the self-deprecation! I know a lot of them, to avoid having to have a job at the same time, are trying to use You Tube and other means to generate incomes. To that I say, “more power to ya”. My answer was to work in high anxiety corporate hell until I broke down, and then take the money and run….. plunging it into our Shire.
But enough with the sad sack “We are all just learning and we don’t know what we are doing, we are just sharing our journey with you, tripe!” As I used to tell my rookies when I was a training manager, that simply by passing the regulatory and licensing exams that have allowed you to be here, you know more than 95% of the people you will meet and consult with……. act like it! At some point you need to admit that you know what you are doing. Admitting to setbacks doesn’t imply stupidity or lack of knowledge. No amount of knowledge could help you get through the plague of grasshoppers that the folks in Las Vegas are contending with, or the drought that wiped out our gardens last year, or any other unforeseen issues that continually come up. If you encounter it, it is called problem solving! It isn’t some Romper Room childish phrasing you hear from the clueless, suburban, BMW driving, bedroom nurseries that “It’s all a learning experience!” Hack Gag Puke! That is someone else’s desire to level you down to their ignorance. At some point you have to put on the big farmer panties and problem solve, adapt and overcome. It’s not arrogance to say so. How many tie wearing assholes have you encountered that think their heads are too big for their hats because they can swing a friggin’ golf club? This is self-sufficiency boot camp. You don’t get to stay there forever. At some point you need to go out and be a specialist in your chosen and self appointed mission. “Learning experience”….. blech! That’s like getting tongue kissed by your dog! I guess I won’t be doing THAT again. See- I learned. What a wonderful experience. Tastes like dog ass.
They don’t have graduation ceremonies for this kind of thing so at some point (in our case, 15 + years) you need to walk away from the folks that self-deprecate, put on a robe and tassel, walk across your own stage and say “Yes, we are experts and we know what the hell we are doing”. After all, even musicians become virtuosos at some point. In our case, we be rockin’ self-taught, semi-arid climate, vegetable growing, virtuosos! If you started down this path and you haven’t given up that means you are a problem solver. It means you have skills. It means that you can mentor and help. Just because you were told by society that we should all act like sixth graders, be subservient and use (dear god kill me now) corporate speak (I just thought I’d reach out to you and….. where’s my AR??!!) , doesn’t mean you need to bring that to your own life of freedom. Be free. Revel in your expertise. Very shortly, you will be in high demand. Your problem solving skills will be all you have. JAZ Farmers excel in what they do. Strap on the overalls and use your brains as well as your rake and shovel. Let the Citiots all talk like Dick and Jane. You are passed that now. You know your food doesn’t just appear in wrappers in a cooler at the Walliemart. Rise above it. Don’t slog through it. Rant Over. The End.
I will be riffing and philosophizing a lot on this going forward. It’s all over. An insane and terrified species destroyed its habitat and still claimed itself to be divinely created and the most intelligent life form on its planet. What a joke. My heritage of reformed church fundamentalism is one of the most severe forms of this insanity. It was all for nothing. Progress was indeed synonymous with self-inhiliation. We, indeed, were a shoe wearing virus.
The IPCC gave us 12 years to set the wheels in motion to save ourselves from the apocalypse known as climate change. Now in the scientific community, a consensus is building that we have only 18 months to implement aggressive climate policy.
Which means “that the decisive, political steps to enable the cuts in carbon to take place will have to happen before the end of next year”.
This does not mean we have 18 months before all hell breaks loose (at least for those in the temperate zones), but it does mean that steps to draw down carbon output to zero need to be in place to address the scale of the problem. Otherwise, our ability to save the biosphere will be completely out of our control.
The Trump regime, of course, will still be in office in January 2021. If he wins the 2020 election our fate is sealed. His environmental policies along with his war on the fight against climate change will have made Make America Venus Again a horrifying reality.
Matt McGrath of the BBC writes:
But today, observers recognise that the decisive, political steps to enable the cuts in carbon to take place will have to happen before the end of next year.
The idea that 2020 is a firm deadline was eloquently addressed by one of the world’s top climate scientists, speaking back in 2017.
“The climate math is brutally clear: While the world can’t be healed within the next few years, it may be fatally wounded by negligence until 2020,” said Hans Joachim Schellnhuber, founder and now director emeritus of the Potsdam Climate Institute.
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One of the understated headlines in last year’s IPCC report was that global emissions of carbon dioxide must peak by 2020 to keep the planet below 1.5C.
Current plans are nowhere near strong enough to keep temperatures below the so-called safe limit. Right now, we are heading towards 3C of heating by 2100 not 1.5.
As countries usually scope out their plans over five and 10 year timeframes, if the 45% carbon cut target by 2030 is to be met, then the plans really need to be on the table by the end of 2020.
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With exquisite timing, the likely UK COP in 2020 could also be the moment the US finally pulls out of the Paris agreement.
But if Donald Trump doesn’t prevail in the presidential election that position could change, with a democrat victor likely to reverse the decision.
Either step could have huge consequences for the climate fight.
Right now a number of countries seem keen to slow down progress. Last December the US, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and Russia blocked the IPCC special report on 1.5C from UN talks.
From the Potsdam Institute for Climate Impact Research:
“We stand at the doorway of being able to bend the GHG emissions curve downwards by 2020, as science demands, in protection of the UN Sustainable Development Goals, and in particular the eradication of extreme poverty,” Christiana Figueres says, lead-author of the Nature comment and former head of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC). “This monumental challenge coincides with an unprecedented openness to self-challenge on the part of sub-national governments inside the US, governments at all levels outside the US, and of the private sector in general. The opportunity given to us over the next three years is unique in history.” Figueres is the convener of Mission 2020, a broad-based campaign calling for urgent action now to make sure that carbon emissions begin an inexorable fall by 2020.
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The authors are confident that both technological progress and political momentum have reached a point now that allows to kick-start the ‘great sustainability transformation’. 2020 is crucial, because in that year the US will be legally able to withdraw from the Paris Agreement. Even more compelling are the physics-based considerations, however: Recent research has demonstrated that keeping global warming below 2 degrees Celsius becomes almost infeasible if we delay climate action beyond 2020. And breaching the 2°C-line would be dangerous, since a number of Earth system tipping elements, such as the great ice sheets, may get destabilized in that hot-house.
“We have been blessed by a remarkably resilient planet over the past 100 years, able to absorb most of our climate abuse,” says Johan Rockström from the Stockholm Resilience Centre, co-author of the Nature comment and lead-author of the Science article. “Now we have reached the end of this era, and need to bend the global curve of emissions immediately, to avoid unmanageable outcomes for our modern world.”
Democrats are not sitting this one out. They have been working on climate policy to implement immediately, that is dependent on winning the Senate, the Presidency and maintain the majority in the House.
Hug your loved ones a little tighter today.
A new You Tube friend was discussing what some consider being “Off the Grid” in homesteading terms. I sat down and added my two cents here.
Sometimes, when I write scary essays, I encourage you not to read them. This one’s different. It’s going to be brutal, scary, jarring, and alarming. But if you want my thoughts on the future, then read away.
It strikes me that the planet’s fate is now probably sealed. We have just a decade in which to control climate change — or goodbye, an unknown level of catastrophic, inescapable, runaway warming is inevitable. The reality is: we’re probably not going to make it. It’s highly dubious at this juncture that humanity is going to win the fight against climate change.
Yet that is for a very unexpected — yet perfectly predictable — reason: the sudden explosion in global fascism — which in turn is a consequence of capitalism having failed as a model of global order. If, when, Brazil elects a neo-fascist who plans to raze and sell off the Amazon — the world’s lungs — then how do you suppose the fight against warming will be won? It will be set back by decades — decades…we don’t have. America’s newest Supreme Court justice is already striking down environmental laws — in his first few days in office — but he will be on the bench for life…beside a President who hasn’t just decimated the EPA, but stacked it with the kind of delusional simpletons who think global warming is a hoax. Again, the world is set by back by decades…it doesn’t have. Do you see my point yet? Let me make it razor sharp.
My friends, catastrophic climate change is not a problem for fascists — it is a solution. History’s most perfect, lethal, and efficient one means of genocide, ever, period. Who needs to build a camp or a gas chamber when the flood and hurricane will do the dirty work for free? Please don’t mistake this for conspiracism: climate change accords perfectly with the foundational fascist belief that only the strong should survive, and the weak — the dirty, the impure, the foul — should perish. That is why neo-fascists do not lift a finger to stop climate change — but do everything they can to in fact accelerate it, and prevent every effort to reverse or mitigate it.
But I want to tell you the sad, strange, terrible story of how we got here. Call it a lament for a planet, if you like. You see, not so long ago, we — the world — were optimistic that climate change could be managed, in at least some way. The worst impacts probably avoided, forestalled, escaped — if we worked together as a world. But now we are not so sure at all. Why is that? What happened? Fascism happened — at precisely the wrong moment. That shredded all our plans. But fascism happened because capitalism failed — failed for the world, but succeeded wildly for capitalists.
Now, this will be a subtle story, because I want to tell it to you the way it should be told. Let me begin with an example, and zoom out from there.
The world is in the midst of a great mass extinction — one of just a handful in history. Now, if we had been serious, at any point, really, about preventing climate catastrophe, we would have made an effort to “price in” this extinction — with a new set of global measures for GDP and profit and costs and tariffs and taxes and so on. But we didn’t, so all these dead beings, these animals and plants and microbes and so on — strange and wonderful things we will never know — are “unpriced” in the foolish, self-destructive economy we have made. Life is literally free to capitalism, and so capitalism therefore quite naturally abuses it and destroys it, in order to maximize its profits, and that is how you get a spectacular, eerie, grim mass extinction in half a century, of which there have only been five in all of previous history.
But biological life was not the only unpaid cost — “negative externality” — of capitalism. It was just one. And these unpaid costs weren’t to be additive: they were to multiply, exponentiate, snarl upon themselves — in ways that we would come to find impossible to then untangle. (And all this was what economists and thinkers, especially American ones, seemed to whistle at and walk away, anytime someone suggested it.)
You see, capitalism promised people — the middle classes which had come to make up the modern world — better lives. But it had no intention of delivering — its only goal was to maximize profits for the owners of capital, not to make anyone else one iota richer. So first it ate through people’s towns and cities and communities, then through social systems, then through their savings, and finally, through their democracies. Even if people’s incomes “rose”, cleverly, the prices they paid for the very same things which capitalism sold back to them with the other hand, the very things they were busy producing, rose even more — and so middle classes began to stagnate, while inequality exploded. Let’s specify the unpaid costs in question: trust, connection, cohesion, belonging, meaning, purpose, truth itself.
These were social costs — not environmental ones, like the mass extinction above. And I will make the link between the two clear in just a moment. First I want you to understand their effect.
A sense of frustration, of resignation, of pessimism came to sweep the world. People lost trust in their great systems and institutions. They turned away from democracy, and towards authoritarianism, in a great, thunderous wave, which tilted the globe on its very axis. The wave rippled outward from history’s greatest epicenter of human stupidity, America, like a supersonic tsunami, crossing Europe, reaching Asia’s shores, crashing south into Brazil, cresting far away in Australia. Nations fell like dominoes to a new wave of fascists, who proclaimed the same things as the old ones — reichs and camps and reigns of the pure. People began to turn on those below them — the powerless one, the different one, the Mexican, the Jew, the Muslim— in the quest for just the sense of superiority and power, the fortune and glory, capitalism had promised them, but never delivered.
The capitalists had gotten rich — unimaginably rich. They were richer than kings of old. But capitalism had imploded into fascism. History laughed at the foolishness of people who once again believed, like little children hearing a fairy tale, that capitalism — which told people to exploit and abuse one another, not hold each other close, mortal and frail things that they are — was somehow ever going to benefit them.
Now. Let me connect the dots of capitalism’s unpaid social and environmental costs, and how they are linked, not additively, 2+2=5, but with the mathematics of catastrophe.
When we tell the story of how capitalism imploded into fascism, it will go something like this: the social costs of capitalism meant that democracy collapsed into neo-fascism — and neo-fascism made it unlikely, if not outright impossible, that the world could do anything at all about climate change, in the short window it had left, at the precise juncture it needed to act most. Do you see the link? The terrible and tragic irony? How funny and sad it is?
The social costs of capitalism weren’t just additive to the environmental costs — they were more like multiplicative, snarled upon themselves, like a great flood meeting a great hurricane. The social costs exponentiated the environmental, making them now impossible to reduce, pay, address, manage. 2+2 didn’t equal 4 — it equalled infinity, in this case. Both together made a system that spiralled out of control. Wham! The planet’s fate was being sealed, by capitalism imploding into fascism — which meant that a disintegrating world could hardly work together anymore to solve its greatest problem of all.
Let me sharpen all that a little. By 2005, after a great tussle, much of the world had agreed on a plan to reduce carbon emissions — the Kyoto Protocol. It was just barely enough — barely — to imagine that one day climate change might be lessened and reduced enough to be manageable. Still, there was one notable holdout — as usual, America. Now, at this point, the world, which was in a very different place politically than it is today, imagined that with enough of the usual diplomatic bickering and horse-trading, maybe, just maybe, it would get the job done. And yet by 2010 or so, the point of all this, which was to create a global carbon pricing system had still not been accomplished — in large part thanks to America, whose unshakeable devotion to capitalism meant that such a thing was simply politically impossible. So by this point the world was behind — and yet, one could still imagine a kind of success. Maybe an American President would come along who would see sense. Maybe progress was going in the right direction, generally. After all, slowly, the world was making headway, towards less carbon emissions, towards a little more cooperation, here and there.
And then — Bang! America was the first nation to fall to the neo fascist wave. Instead of a President who might have taken the country into a decarbonized future, Americans elected the king of the idiots (no, please don’t give me an apologia for the electoral college.) This king of the idiots did what kings of idiots do: he lionized, of all things…coal. He questioned whether climate change was…real. He packed the government with lobbyists and cronies who were quite happy to see the world burn, if it meant a penthouse overlooking a drowned Central Park. He broke up with allies, friends, and partners. Do you see the point? The idea of a decarbonizing future was suddenly turned on its head. It had been a possibility yesterday — but now, it was becoming an impossibility.
Before the neofascist wave, the world might have indeed “solved” climate change. Maybe not in the hard sense that life would go on tomorrow as it does today — but in the soft sense that the worst and most vicious scenarios were mostly outlandish science fiction. That is because before the neofascist wave, we could imagine nations cooperating, if slowly, reluctantly, in piecemeal ways, towards things like protecting life, reducing carbon, pricing in the environment, and so on. These things can only be done through global cooperation, after all.
But after the neofascist wave, global cooperation — especially of a genuinely beneficial kind, not a predatory kind — began to become less and less possible by the day. The world was unravelling. When countries were trashing the United Nations and humiliating their allies and proclaiming how little they needed the world (all to score minor-league wins for oligarchs, who cashed in their chips, laughing )— how could such a globe cooperate more then? It couldn’t — and it can’t. So the neofascist wave which we are now in also means drastically less global cooperation — but less global cooperation means incalculably worse climate change.
So now let’s connect all the dots. Capitalism didn’t just rape the planet laughing, and cause climate change that way. It did something which history will think of as even more astonishing. By quite predictably imploding into fascism at precisely the moment when the world needed cooperation, it made it impossible, more or less, for the fight against climate change to gather strength, pace, and force. It wasn’t just the environmental costs of capitalism which melted down the planet — it was the social costs, too, which, by wrecking global democracy, international law, cooperation, the idea that nations should work together, made a fractured, broken world which no longer had the capability to act jointly to prevent the rising floodwaters and the burning summers.
(Now, it’s at this point that Americans will ask me, a little angrily, for “solutions”. Ah, my friends. When will you learn? Don’t you remember my point?
There are no solutions, because these were never “problems” to begin with. The planet, like society, is a garden, which needs tending, watering, care. The linkages between these things — inequality destabilizing societies making global cooperation less possible — are not things we can fix overnight, by turning a nut or a bolt, or throwing money at them. They never were. They are things we needed to see long ago, to really reject together, and invest in, nurture, protect, defend, for decades — so that capitalism did not melt down into fascism, and take away all our power to fight for our worlds, precisely when we would need it most.
But we did not do that. We were busy “solving problems”. Problems like…hey, how can I get my laundry done? Can I get my package delivered in one hour instead of one day? Wow — you mean I don’t have to walk down the street to get my pizza anymore? Amazing!! In this way, we solved all the wrong problems, if you like, but I would say that we solved mechanical problems instead of growing up as people. Things like climate change and inequality and fascism are not really “problems” — they are emergent processes, which join up, in great tendrils of ruin, each piling on the next, which result from decades of neglect, inaction, folly, blindness. We did not plant the seeds, or tend to our societies, economies, democracies, or planet carefully enough — and now we are harvesting bitter ruin instead. Maybe you see my point. Or maybe you don’t see my point at all. I wouldn’t blame you. It’s a tough one to catch sight of.)
The tables have turned. The problem isn’t climate change anymore, and the solution isn’t global cooperation — at least given today’s implosive politics. The problem is you — if you are not one of the chosen, predatory few. And the solution to the problem of you is climate change. To the fascists, that is. They are quite overjoyed to have found the most spectacular and efficient and lethal engine of genocide and devastation known to humankind, which is endless, free natural catastrophe. Nothing sorts the strong from the weak more ruthlessly like a flooded planet, a thundering sky, a forest in flames, a parched ocean. A man with a gun is hardly a match for a planet on fire.
I think this much becomes clearer by the year: we have failed, my friends, to save our home. How funny that we are focused, instead, on our homelands. It would be funny, disgraceful, and pathetic of me to say: is there still time to save ourselves? That is the kind of nervous, anxious selfishness that Americans are known for — and it is only if we reject it, really, that we learn the lesson of now. Let us simply imagine, instead, that despite all the folly and stupidity and ruin of this age, the strongmen and the weak-minded, in those dark and frightening nights when the rain pours and the thunder roars, we might still light a candle for democracy, for freedom, and for truth. The truth is that we do not deserve to be saved if we do not save them first.
Umair
October 2018