VARIATION ON THE IDEA OF “WE
In the future, we'll think about the world before with nostalgia, green meadows dotted with wildflowers, lakes with turquoise waters, waves caressing the sand, birds crossing the blue sky dotted with fantastically shaped clouds. The smells, the wind, the children playing in the garden, the animals surprised at the edge of the forest, the long walks in the mountains. We'll remember it all with nostalgia. The world we'll remember when the world of the future no longer resembles the world of before.
Except that this story isn't the whole story. For what we're likely to forget is that, for most human beings, the world before was in fact a hell, a hell of exploitation and intoxication.
This “we” that remembers with nostalgia is the same “we” that today is preparing to regret the world that will be lost in the future. A “we” that postulates that its present experience is representative of the experience of all human beings. Or that it is at least the “normal” or “fair” experience (in the sense of justice) - thus regarding everyone else's experience as a deplorable anomaly.
And yet, if we are to believe the implacable and disappointing statistics, the anomaly is rather this “us” who deplores the degradation of his beloved world, who fears the collapse of his “civilization” (which he calls “the” civilization), who feels threatened on all sides by submergence, pollution, contamination, apocalypses to come.
To fear, to feel threatened, is still to have a future in which to project oneself, a certain time frame, a time to live and hope - and to defend oneself, a time to continue, for example, to extract, produce, exploit, destroy and exhaust. This “us”, which fears for its future, which fears losing the world, is not moved, and has never been overly upset, by the loss of worlds that all others have already lived, and continue to live and will live again, long before this “us”, which anguishes in anticipation, feels the loss of the world.
This threatened “us” does not make the connection, and never has seriously, between its now threatened prosperity, and the blood that all the others have shed, and still shed every day that the capitalist Leviathan does, so that this prosperity lasts in time. So that, precisely, this “we” can afford the luxury of anguish, the luxury of anticipating, but only anticipating, the loss of its cherished world, the verdant meadows dotted with wild flowers, the turquoise lakes, the waves caressing the sand, the birds crossing the blue sky dotted with fantastically shaped clouds. The smells, the wind, the children playing, the animals surprised at the edge of the forest, the long walks in the mountains.
#We #Us
NB: Regarding criticism of the purely environmentalist perspective and the infamous collapsology theory, I'm a reader of Rob Nixon and his book (which should be considered as a classic), Slow Violence and the Environmentalism of the Poor, Harvard Univ. Press, 2013.