My partner, a conservative African-American Evangelical Baptist pastor from Kansas said to me, “There is a misperception that Republicans don’t care about the environment. That isn’t true.”
I’m such a hypocrite
I’m a compassionate, open, empathetic human being, committed to working for a world that works for everyone.
STOP! I call bullshit. Something smells a little fishy.
The truth is, I’m only compassionate, open and empathetic if you vote the way I vote.
I Have Work To Do
Several years ago, a dear (white) friend told me that he was exploring his own racist thoughts, beliefs and actions. I waved him away—‘that’s great, not really my cause, so glad you’re doing it.’ I used the word Cause, as though human beings were some kind of project to be assembled or a banner to be waved.
The Shape of Climate Grief
In the midst of my climate despair, my sister was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. When she died three months later something inside me cracked. I was all grief. I couldn’t take another climate step.
The Weight of Hope
I wanted to wrap that young girl in my arms, hold her tight against so much uncertainty and destruction. But there was nothing I could think to say to soothe her soul, nothing that wasn’t a lie.