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192 pages, Paperback
First published August 2, 2022
Do we simply do this, when we are afraid? And many of us are so very afraid. Does our field of vision, and feeling, immediately shrink until we have only attention for the danger with our name on it? Until we can only interpret the scenario through a narrow lens?
In a moment of crisis, such a theory of human behaviour lies close to hand. It becomes easy to think of it as simply what happens to us, to revert to finite definitions of 'human nature'. What is then ignored is the vested interest present in this version of what humans are. Someone stands to gain from you identifying with your job only, and not with the rest of your humanity, which may challenge the very premise of that job. Courting single-identity lives, striving for inclusion in single tribes, benefits capitalism because a limited self is easy to control in the service of unlimited growth and accumulation of power. As the pandemic is making abundantly clear, it's an immense privilege to be able to take that crucial breath, to have the time and a moment's peace, the access to enough stories, to take thorough stock. When it comes to big life choices, few people get that chance, they are too busy surviving. This plays into the hands of the few, the powerful, and those who'd want us afraid. It's easier to crush a single issue movement than a movement of endlessly entangled threads, as multifaceted as we are ourselves.
Birth Strike was a way of siding with other life forms. All of these people claimed the space as their own, but they were never in it on their own. I never intended to be part of this argument, but my, or anyone else's, intention was only ever one part of it - one side of a meeting place. The mistake, really, Blythe thinks, was imagining we could control how a story is received, and it's a humbling thing to learn. "It's naive," she says, "to think that you can chuck your voice into a melting pot and expect it to be echoed back at you," to assume you can control other people's responses.
Hope as an Assumption: It's not that I have no idea what people mean by it anymore. It's more that everyone seems to mean something different. Sometimes, they mean different things at different times. The effect on its surroundings, every time the word is used, varies. It falls on variously shaped ears and with varying intentions, yet the word 'hope' is accepted, thrown about, as if it was one, consolidated notion. It's not that I've lost it, but that the word appears to have fallen into a vat of boiling water, lost its skin. It's so utterly everywhere, that it is nowhere to be found.
Hope is What Hope Does: Eco-philosopher Joanna Macy differentiates between active hope and passive hope. Passive hope, she argues, depends upon 'external agencies', whereas active hope 'is about becoming active participants in bringing about what we hope for'. I am drawn to this, not only because it acknowledges that hope is a hydra with many heads, but because it points to how hope does things. As well as what you're hoping for, and what that hope feels like, there is also the effect that our narratives of hope have on others, and the responsibility this brings with it. When a middle-class person in Scotland says that there is no hope with regards to the climate crisis, what does that do? When someone with the means to retreat to higher ground gives up, instead of continuing to work for change, what power is being withdrawn and who is being abandoned?
Hope as Specificity: With this in mind, whenever I am tempted to say that it's too late to respond, I force myself to be specific. Don't be lazy, I think. If you're going to give up, then at least tell me what you're giving up on. Too late for what? Is it too late to save millions of lives by halting fossil-fuel extraction now and averting the very worst effects of global heating? Is it too late to open our borders to people needing new homes, and taking responsibility for our countries' part in setting off destruction? Is it too late for land reforms? Local food security? Or do I mean that it's too late for me, personally, rather than someone else? Am I OK with that?
Specificity challenges easy answers and asks of me to step up. Staying in the space between denial and nihilism, to have that kind of hope, demands courage, because both extremes are easy, and neither hold the uncertainty of survival, of life.