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CHARLOTTE R. MENDEL
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Guy Fawkes Day

11/26/2022

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One thing I can’t get used to in England are the hordes and variety of people, especially in downtown London. I couldn’t afford a flat in central London; where I live most people look the same. I wasn’t sure where they were from, because the shopfronts boast signs like, “Sri Lankan, Indian, Nigerian, English and Continental Food”, but most of them looked like they were from the Far East. This was confirmed during the week of Diwali, when all my neighbours set off fireworks in their backyards. But it’s downtown London where the crowds are so thick that you must weave through humans like a needle through cloth, and they represent every culture and colour in the world.

It’s exciting, but there’s no respite. On my daily walks in the huge park behind my flat there are no stretches where I can chat unselfconsciously with myself, like I do in Canada. Always someone straggling towards you with their dog, even in the remote woody areas of the park. I feel irritation as they pass, knowing it’s unreasonable, worrying I’m getting too eccentric. Days go by and I don’t talk to anyone. I can’t afford to get more weird. But nor can I afford to lose the intoxicating feeling of freedom I experience every morning, knowing I am in control of every second of my day.

It takes less energy to be negative than positive, so it’s our natural state—probably something to do with survival in our animal past: expect danger everywhere, you’re about to be eaten. We have to make a conscious effort to think positively, so I guide my thoughts from fury at the sight of a human, to gratitude that I don’t have to speak to them (but they can see I’m trying to pass, why can’t they move their fucking dog off the path?… Stop it! Look at the sun shining through the leaves. Isn’t it lovely that you don’t have to pee? If you needed to pee you’d be griping the whole walk, so what about a little gratitude when you don’t need to pee)?  

Guy Fawkes Day is celebrated in every borough and my sister and I debated whether to go into London to witness the biggest celebrations, or meet half-way between our homes at a smaller borough. We decided on the latter and the whole scene was very jolly, with lots of rides and food trucks, an excellent band and—of course—hordes of people, mostly families. I danced outside for the first time in months, compensation for missing my own yearly bonfire party this year. Everyone was smiling and pleasant and enjoying themselves. Then the fireworks started and they were unbelievable and they went on and on and the crowd ooh-ed and ah-ed, necks craned skywards. And I couldn’t help it; negativity started to creep in as clouds of smoke from the fireworks billowed across the sky. There are only so many types of fireworks. Do we really need to see ten examples of each type? And this is going on in hundreds of areas all over London, a million more fireworks than is necessary for maximum enjoyment. A billion more poisonous chemicals released into our overburdened atmosphere. Every child is holding a plastic whirligig with lights that sparkle when it whirrs around. Dozens of trucks carting mountains of plastic to the landfill fill my head. We are in a fucking crisis. Can’t we modify our lives a tiny bit, to save the future? Wouldn’t ten minutes of fireworks have been enough? It would have been enough!

I worry that I’ll never be able to enjoy anything again. If you see everything through the lens of the climate crisis, so much of what we are doing seems looney. Yet so many people think I’m the looney.

You can’t obsess about what you can’t control. It’s not helpful to get depressed by the excesses around you. Or to pray that a huge bomb wipes out half the world and gives the other half a chance. If I could make a deal with God, sacrificing myself and my kids in return for taking down 3 billion with us, I would.

So is it the rich I hate, or the masses of normal, stupid people? The only reason the rich are polluting more is because they have more wherewithal; normal, stupid people pollute as much as they can. Yet historically, there have been many times with the mass of normal, stupid people have risen up against wrongdoing and triumphed—the suffragette movement, the civil rights movement, the Arab Spring. But people have to suffer to make them rise up like that, and by the time we’re truly suffering from the climate crisis, it will be too late.

It’s the normal people you’re trying to woo, with your books and your Climate Action Game. So stop calling them stupid.  But how can you like people who know, and don’t change? I’ll never succeed. Maybe it’s OK that we’re hurtling towards suicide.

What a depressing fucking blog. Sorry. I don’t really believe that. I am going to devote the rest of my life to fighting the climate crisis, in every way I can. For the future of my race—the human race.

It’s just the blame game; another mindless trap, just like negativity. Don’t we all need someone to blame? The left like to blame the right but their efforts to co-opt the crisis and link it inextricably with a checklist of left-wing concerns is undermining the chance of unity and with it our best bet for a successful outcome. No, if you want to save the climate you DON’T have to like homosexuals and abortions.

The left are tut-tutting over Bibi’s re-election in Israel, and insisting that democracy is under threat because he’ll probably align with the extreme and the religious. But whose fault is that? The left. If they’d agree to form a coalition with Bibi then democracy would be saved. If democracy is under threat in Israel, it’s the left’s fault as much as Bibi’s.

So much for thinking positively. Yank the mind back. You love the rich and the left and the mindless hordes. And of course I can still enjoy myself. There are so many wonderful things to do that don’t hurt the climate. Socializing, toking, meditating, eating, reading, fucking, going to first-class plays in the West End. I am in the best city in the world and I am free.

Tip: Take Tupperware to restaurants. If you don’t finish your meal, you won’t have to borrow plastic to take it home.

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Politics and Philosophy

11/5/2022

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In the past week I spent a day dancing around my bedsit (actually it’s so small I was really just turning around) because in Brazil, Lula won by a small majority (50.9% to Bolsonaro’s 49.1%) which means the Amazon Forest will be saved.

A few days later I was lying face-down in bed weeping, because Netanyahu was voted in in Israel. To win, he’s made alliances with the far-right, a once-fringe, anti-democratic, racist movement.

We’ve all experienced this, haven’t we? Our nails are bitten to the quick during every US election; and the spectre of Trump winning in 2024 haunts us all. Or at least half of us.
It feels like the whole world is split down the middle. Every election is so close, it could go either way. In many cases it doesn’t seem to matter what the incumbent actually does during their time in office, people are so polarized. Trump’s ratings never dipped below 35% no matter what he did or said; rip children from the arms of migrant parents, praise Putin and fascists, advise your people to inject disinfectants during a pandemic—nothing changed the minds of his supporters (although I have to point out that both Johnson and Truss’ supporters deserted them en masse for massively less serious offences, even though it detracts from the point I am trying to make).

My point? It’s really hard to feel that democracy is working. Trust in politicians is at an all-time low, and all of us can point to a myriad of instances where they’ve blatantly lied to us—both the right and the left (Tony Blair insisted that Iraq had chemical weapons/Obama abandoned Gaddafi during the Arab Spring, even though he had been a loyal ally with the US in the war on terror).  Even those of us who continue to search for the truth as best we can, know that we can’t escape our bubble. A few corporations decide what we should see and what we shouldn’t, eliminating anything that might challenge our pre-existing beliefs.

Depressed yet?

Don’t be!

We can believe in ourselves. We can believe philosophers that have basically been asking the same questions for centuries. Why are we here and what constitutes a good life? Humans that really think about these things are characterized by the desire “to live by the law of morals”.

Obviously not everyone defines a moral life the same way; we are all trying to define to ourselves what this means. But can anyone logically exclude the climate crisis from this definition?

Every time I watch footage of, say, Pakistan (though there are lots of examples) I am painfully conscious that their suffering is because of my decadent lifestyle. How can I drive everywhere, while they lose everything they have—when I KNOW that my driving is a tiny part of their pain? How does that differ from the slave-master/serf-gentry divisions of the past? We are incomparably richer than most of the world, and we are causing the climate crisis by our self-indulgent lifestyles. And most of us are resisting change mightily, just like the masters and gentry did before us.

Is there a better way for us to live a moral life, than by viewing our actions through the climate action lens? When we look back in 20 years time, what other route will enable us to feel we have led conscientious lives, whatever the actual outcome?

Yes, systematic change needs to happen and we should all be voting and—if we are political—attending rallies and signing petitions blah blah. But we cannot know who will be elected next, even if we vote faithfully every time; we cannot control the results. Socrates believed that all change comes from within. That we can control.

As for me, I’m trying to settle in here in England but change is hard and I sometimes don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I joined XR here, but we don’t see eye-to-eye on the tomato soup incident, when they doused poor old Van Gogh. They seem to think anything that grabs attention to their cause is a good thing. I don’t think random acts of lunacy are the type of attention that attracts support. Now, bumping off a billionaire…

Tip: Don’t shop hungry!
When you’re hungry, everything looks tempting, so you buy more. Weirdly, research shows that you’re much more likely to buy non-food items as well when you’re hungry. So eat before you go online to buy that new keyboard you need, otherwise you might end up with a whole new computer. Approximately 1/3 of the world's food is wasted every year (about 1.3 billion tons).


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