I’ve never been to a protest in my life. I’m a stay-at-home, read books about the issues, extreme introvert kind of person.
I like to believe that had I lived at the turn of the last century, I would’ve been a suffragette fighting for the right to vote. Had I lived in the middle of the last century I would’ve protested against the war in Vietnam, I would’ve marched on Washington and cheered wildly as Martin Luther King declared he had a dream.
But I’m braver (and faster on the uptake) in my head than in real life and so I’ve been slower to see how climate justice is the war of our time. If terrorism threatened the kind of catastrophic events that we’re promised are in store if we don’t change, there’d be no hesitation, no doubt. We’d find the resources and the will to stop it in its tracks.
Why aren’t we doing that right now?
Because change is hard.
We want to deny that we need to change. We want to pretend it will all be ok.
But another word for change is transformation and another word for the transformation you undergo because you care enough to protect what is vulnerable is love.
For someone like me, with the kind of life I live, it’s not brave to strike today. But I hope that by joining the tens of thousands doing so it shows solidarity for those young people and activists across the world who do take risks to show up for the future and love of our planet.