We wondered how long before another Sandy—or something much, much worse, perhaps something we don't even have language for yet—pushed the masses from Lower Manhattan into the South Bronx. Then where would my neighbors go?From there, the conversation naturally spiraled into the undercurrent of terror that comes with being alive today. Australia was ablaze, and the embers had barely cooled in the Amazon. A typhoon was encroaching on the Philippines. And that wasn't counting the countless other disasters underway in Africa and Latin America that never made the headlines. Even on our way in, we couldn't help but notice that it hardly seemed like December outside.
I could tell that it felt good to talk like this: open and honest about the experience of watching the world fall apart in front of our eyes. To say our fears out loud and have them, and ourselves, accepted and understood.
It was almost like I could see the weight lifting from our shoulders. But as that weight lifted, it only rose so far. It hung in the air, just above our heads like a heavy ominous cloud, until someone finally popped the question that brought the weight back down on us:
“But what can we, as individuals, do?”
Something remarkable has happened to the climate conversation in the past two years. It's finally found its way out of the academy, oozed out of the Big Green groups and expert circles, and landed in the streets and on everyone's lips. I hear it everywhere: on the street, in the subway, in the airport, in the changing room at my yoga studio, in the checkout line at the grocery store. It's not niche anymore. It's mainstream.
It's beautiful.For me, it's also bewildering. I am what the meteorologist and journalist Eric Holthaus calls a “Climate Person”—someone whose whole life is bound up in confronting the reality of the climate crisis. I joined the environmental movement in earnest in 2014, when I began working for one of the biggest green groups in the country. About a year ago, I also began speaking out on my own—in essays, on panels, and in Twitter rants. This made me not just a Climate Person but a Public Climate Person.
We Climate People are used to being a small group. Marked by our intimacy with one another, our knowing glances across rooms. We're used to being mocked and sidelined as the killjoys, the bummers. In public places, we intuitively gravitate toward one another, carving out our own little corner of the party or our own sliver of the internet known as #ClimateTwitter, where we can rant and rave and scream and grieve together.