Why I grieve for our grandchildren’s futures
I have had a fortunate life. Born in 1950, in England, my teens coincided with the Beatles-led music revolution. I’ve not had to go to war. I am now 74, and thus unlikely to experience the climate horrors which are brought ever-nearer by the greed and manipulation of the fossil fuel industry, and by populist politicians more concerned with their own political survival than with providing the leadership needed to secure a sustainable environment.
Anthony Albanese has become the poster-boy for political timidity. Peter Dutton rages with apparent power, but dances to the fossil fuel industry’s tune.
The Arctic ice melt has long been recognised as a critical climate tipping point. That tipping is now beginning. We face further imminent climate tipping points from melting icecaps in Greenland and West Antarctica, and from the weakening Atlantic Gulf Stream.
With environmental policy driven primarily by the fossil fuel industry, we are heading for climate disaster. As Julian Cribb predicts, our grandchildren, and others of their generation, will likely face hurricanes, global food shortages, and civilisation breakdown because political leaders here and around the world lack the courage and determination to halt these processes.
I grieve for our grandchildren’s futures.