My climate change journey, Part 2: Joyful disruption; making a leap to a quiet revolution in Paris - by guest blogger Patrick Driscall

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” – Andy Warhol

Paris next stop! I’d decided to go to Paris, to take part in the demos putting pressure on negotiators at COP21 to make an agreement that would stop climate change, back in the summer. I’d already booked a train to go to Paris and a hostel to stay in through Friends of the Earth as well as hotel accommodation in London en route. With the terrible Paris attacks having happened I went through some tense weeks questioning the risks taking part in demonstrations and checking what demos if at all were going ahead. I even signed a campaign to the mayor to allow outside demos about climate change despite the city being on high security. I had met Alison, a Swansea member of Greenpeace, who said she was still keen to go. We planned to meet in Paris.

I was relieved to find that Friends of the Earth successfully regrouped with some organisations and had concrete plans for a networking event and public demonstration within the security restrictions. I was keen to join in the 350 degrees Red Lines demonstration. I had some reservations, especially in the face of a police force in Paris that were understandably rattled by terrorism.

Arriving at Gare Du Nord on the early Eurostar from St Pancras we were escorted to our hostel not far from the Canal St Martin. If I was to take part in the Red Lines demo I was to attend an induction event starting an hour after my arrival. I briefly chatted in the hostel foyer with someone called Lucy who was considering going. We joined forces in a mad dash across Paris to the Z.A.C. (Zone d’Action Climat) for the induction. There was a touch of serendipity as Lucy turned out to be a friend of Fern’s from Emergence in Swansea.

The headquarters of the Coalition Climat 21 at Z.A.C. was set up to serve as a place where people in Paris could attend screenings, participate in discussions or discover art exhibitions about climatic disruption. The Z.A.C. was intended as a place to increase the rhythm of the mobilisations: with preparations for symbolic actions and artistic happenings and a media centre as a working space for journalists. Coalition Climat 21 was a response to the failure of the 2009 Copenhagen conference and the hijacking of the 2013 Warsaw conference by industry interests (which led NGOs to walk out). It brings together 130 organisations from social movements, religious and international solidarity, environment and human rights. All affirm that the COP21 negotiations, though necessary, are not enough to combat climate disruption and it’s resulting inequalities. The objective therefore, was to capitalize on the political and media exposure of COP21 launching a strong and sustainable movement for climate justice.

The Red Lines plan was to walk in pairs towards the Champs Elysee. When horns sounded we would step off the pavement onto the road heading towards La Defense; the financial district. We were assured, perhaps naively, we would be in relative control and could withdraw from the protest if things became tense or violent. Lucy was already suitably paired up so I had the slight embarrassment of “speed dating” for a buddy to walk with. I paired up with Sam from Sussex.

Lucy invited me to a presentation by ArtCOP21 at an old theatre. ArtCOP21 was set up to challenge the idea that climate change is seen through policy or a scientific lens, and that solutions are discussed in political offices, boardrooms and negotiating halls. They believe that climate is culture and that active engagement of citizens worldwide is needed to transition away from fossil fuels towards a greener sustainable future economy.  ArtCOP21 has established an amazing global climate festival of over 550 major events.

What moved me was a personal account by a Philippine artist and activist. He spoke of the devastation caused by a typhoon on his city, the looting that followed and clearly communicated the emotional costs to him.

Next we headed to Jardin D’Alice, an office building being used as an experimental social and ecological laboratory. For a small entrance fee we were treated to a meal of curried brussel sprouts and rice. The building was packed with artistic and political activity. An impressive area was being used as a studio to make banners, posters and sculptures. Art materials and tools were available. Lucy helped paint banners and I was inspired to do a banner ready for the demo the following day.

In my artistic enthusiasm in such a busy space I lost Lucy so went on to the nearby Palais de Congres where Friends of the Earth had been explaining the plans for the next day. I’d missed the main activity and a small party was in swing. Tired after an exciting day I headed back to the hostel and to bed.

Catching up with Alison over breakfast we decided to walk to the Red Lines demo at Arche de Triomphe and meet up with my buddy Sam. Passing through Place de Republique we were moved by the many tributes to those lost in the recent tragedy. 

Place de la Republique, Paris - November 2015

Further south we stopped for coffee close to Le Carillon restaurant; scene of some of the worst of the shootings its glass shattered with bullets. It felt surreal. My thoughts turned to the dead and their families and those around the world who have also suffered at the hands of terrorists.

The walk through the wonderful Paris streetscape in the sunshine was an antidote.  You could not help but be aware of the COP21 talks with posters, adverts, graffiti, signs, art and sculptures everywhere. We spotted Caroline Lucas from the Green Party at a security check at the demo start and I managed to shake her hand. Meeting Sam we were relieved to hear that the demo was now declared legal.

The demo was diverse, with a brilliant vibe of collectivity, independence, focus and creativity. It was truly mesmerizing! Horns sounded and we paused remembering those affected by war, terror and climate change. Then a further horn sound and the demo began. Red was everywhere: on people’s clothing including quirky costumes and in the red flowers and umbrellas carried by activists. Very striking were the huge lengths of red cloth held above people heads down the length of the street and waved up and down to the myriad rhythms of bands, singing and chanting.

There was a carnival atmosphere and we headed back and forth up and down the Champs Elysee. The police blocked the way to La Defense and every side street. The activists represented many causes with climate justice being the most prominent. Somehow we remained peaceful and even joyful. Most exciting were the huge inflatable red and silver cubes originally planned to serve as a barrier against any police counter activity. These became playthings, banded up and down the street over our heads.

 COP21 Paris – D12 demonstrations/actions/mobilisations: 

Short clips from some of the many actions, meetings and demonstrations that took place during the last two days of COP21, the climate summit in Paris by Sam Milford

After lunch we gathered underneath the Eifel Tower for another rally. There was a peaceful sit down protest. The police had split the area by the tower into three zones so no large gathering was possible. We followed a Mexican band of demonstrators to the final zone next to the stage where Naomi Klein gave an inspirational speech about the planned fight in 2016 to keep fossil fuels in the ground. I think we calculated we walked about 12 miles that day and what a day!

 The demos left me inspired and energized. What stood out for me was the positive energy and humanity of the people from around the world united in that one street.

Humanity is defined in The Collins English Dictionary as “the quality of being human” and “kindness or mercy”. It is further defined as charity, compassion, understanding, sympathy, mercy, tolerance, tenderness, philanthropy, benevolence, fellow feeling, benignity, brotherly love, kind-heartedness. Maybe brotherly love would better read as respect for one another.

The great success in Paris was the connectedness represented there that day. A question for the future is how we build even better connections with each other locally and globally to combat climate change. By the Eifell Tower a student from Portugal interviewed us for her research asking how we felt about climate change. I was able to answer I felt positive. Naomi Klein declared “we are nature”. I agree we need to rekindle our spiritual link to each other, the planet and nature. We must accept responsibility for causing climate change and accentuate and celebrate the positive qualities of humanity. We must question capitalism and find a new model of economics and of living respectfully together that doesn’t damage our humanity or the planet irrevocably.

As the activists sang on the day: “Changeons le system pas de climat.” Change the system, not the climate.

“There is still much to do but we now have the means, the intent and the hope. In the days, weeks, months and years ahead art, culture and imagination will continue to play their part, helping us to bridge the gap between what we know, and we know we must do. We can see that another world is possible. We have only to choose to create it.” – Bill Mc Kibben

Patrick Driscall is a head gardener and occasional journalist whose interests include growing, music, climate change, human rights and new economics.

Monsters & Nightmares by Philip Ralph

It’s fair to say that is not how I normally start my day...

This morning, at around 8.20am, I was interviewed on BBC Radio Wales about my thoughts on the announcement of a forthcoming play at a theatre in London about Jimmy Savile. You can listen to the interview here – it starts at 02:22:20 and runs for about eight minutes.

Why did my day start like this?

Sean Benton, Cheryl James, Geoff Gray & James Collinson

Well, a few years ago I wrote a play called Deep Cut. It is a verbatim/documentary drama about the deaths of four young Army recruits at Deepcut barracks in Surrey between 1995 and 2002 and, in particular, how the parents of Cheryl James, the only woman among the four, have fought long and hard for answers and justice. Their fight continues and if you want to know more about their story, you can head to their website. Because I wrote Deep Cut – and it was perceived to be successful – it magically puts my name on lists of people who can be approached for comment by radio shows etc when something similar comes up. 

The question that framed the discussion between myself and the writer and critic Bonnie Greer was whether or not it was “too soon” or simply insensitive to write and produce a play about Jimmy Savile and his appalling crimes. For what Bonnie and I thought on this subject, I direct you to the interview. But, as I hung up my skype connection at the end of the interview, a deep and profound thought crossed my mind – and drove me to write this blog.

It’s a thought that has been burning through my brain in the last couple of weeks as the general election campaign has finally kicked off and the candidates have been on the hustings. It’s been on my mind as I read the news, or when I go for a walk, or when I read a book, or try to work. In fact, it’s a thought so pervasive that it has even taken over my dreams. Let me lead you into it because I’d be really interested to know if anyone else is having the same thought that I am...

So, the interview finished – Bonnie emphasising that theatre is a place to have important debates and that British theatre is the best in the world – and I hung up my skype connection and sat there in the afterglow of a raging adrenalin rush (I don’t normally start my day in this way so my body was overcompensating just a tad...). And here’s the first thought that went through my mind...

So what?

Don’t get me wrong. Let me be clear – what Jimmy Savile did – his innumerable crimes – was absolutely reprehensible and raises deep, important questions that need answers. But Savile is dead. His victims are still suffering and trying to go on living their lives bearing the wound of what he did to them – and a play won’t change that. Yes, theatre is a place to examine it and, yes, it may give them a voice and bring some closure. Of course. I could hardly say otherwise having written a play about Deepcut. But, ultimately... so what? Because the thought that won’t leave me alone, that invades my dreams, that haunts me as I walk the streets with the dogs – that thought is nowhere to be seen in the theatre. Or in television. Or in film. Or in the political messages of the candidates who seek my vote. And that thought is this...

Why is no-one talking about the environment?

This is perfectly normal. Obviously.

Not just talking about it – shouting about it, screaming about it, raving about it... Why is no-one doing that? 

Why are we all so fucking calm?

Boring... I wonder what's on telly tonight...

In the past two weeks, since the launch of the election campaign, California has announced that its drought of the past five years has now reached such epidemic proportions that there is no snow on the Rocky Mountains to melt and replenish the reservoirs. California has no more water and it’s far from alone. The Observer tells us that water is the next commodity we will be fighting over. Half of India’s rivers are polluted to the point of toxicity. Canada’s glaciers will shrink by 70% by the end of the century. We still don’t know why the bees are dying. The news is consistently terrifying and utterly compelling and yet no-one seems to be making drama or art about it and none of the politicians have it front and centre in their speeches – or anywhere at all, come to that. And I have to ask myself – why the hell not?

In the past, whenever I’ve discussed the notion of creating a piece of drama that centres around the irrevocable damage we are doing to our planet, I am always met with the same response. “People don’t want to hear it. Everyone is already stressed, they get home at the end of the day and they want to be entertained – they don’t want gloom and doom. It’s a turn off.”

Growth?

Similarly, the politicians – with perhaps the exception of the Green Party but you’d at least hope that they would be talking about it – are shying away from the subject in order to place all their focus onto the economy (and immigrants, of course, but that really comes down to the economy again. “They come over here, taking our zero-hours jobs that we don’t want...” etc). 

Growth. It’s all about growth. We need to get back into growth. The economy has grown again. It’s all going to be fine. If we just get back into growth then we can pay off the deficit (that none of us were actually responsible for creating) and then we can go back to living our lives just the way we want, consuming and wasting resources as much as we want, buying the latest Land Rover SUV despite the fact that we live in flat, suburban areas, etc etc etc.

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

But here’s the thing that the world and the climate and the environment are trying to tell us, day in and day out. The thing that we’re not listening to. The thing that keeps me awake at night.

You can’t have infinite growth on a finite planet.

I’m going to write that again... And this time I'm going to underline it...

You can’t have infinite growth on a finite planet.

That’s it. Everything boils down to that. Slice it whichever way you like. Do your sums again and again. There’s just no way of getting around that one. The only resources we’re ever going to have are right here, right now, and we’re burning through them like there’s no tomorrow. And, if we keep on like this, there won’t be. Never mind the economic deficit. What about the ecological deficit? We’ve been overdrawn at the bank of the environment for decades now and the day of reckoning looks like it may well be at hand...

Bugger...

Too gloomy? Too apocalyptic? Too soon? Sorry. I know. You lead very stressful lives. So do I. Busy, full, stressful lives. We don’t want to hear this, do we? I know I don’t. I just want it to all be okay and my choices not to matter and be able to buy anything I want whenever I want and (here it comes...) eat a pasty and watch DVDs whenever I want. But I can’t. Not anymore. Because it’s blindingly obvious what’s going on and the less people talk about it and try and act as if everything is normal, the more blindingly obvious it becomes.

Skin care in the dystopian future goes right to hell...

The only representations of the damage we are doing to the environment in drama seem to be through zombie films and TV shows. Either that or they’re so bleak (cf: The Road) that you can barely bring yourself to watch them.

And so we switch off, tune out and the inertia and the denial go on. And all the while our politicians are fiddling while Rome burns, hoping that we don’t notice that they don’t care...

So, yes, the theatre is the place to examine the crimes of Jimmy Savile. I’m sure the play will be sensitive and compelling. But surely, surely, the time is ripe to start making art as if the world mattered. Surely that should be more important right now. Surely we have to start talking about it, owning it, accepting it, taking responsibility for our choices. Surely we have to begin to discuss it in drama, in plays, film, and television. Not in an apocalyptic way but in a mature, responsible way that looks at our behaviour and questions the values upon which it is based. Surely we can’t continue to keep our heads comfortable in the sand and just carry on. Surely, if there is a debate to be had about anything, it should be this. The survival of our race and the planet we call home. Surely.

“We're not listening, Phil. And stop calling us Shirley...”

Shirley

Now, I'm fully aware that you may disagree. You may argue that people are talking about it - you may argue that actually there's too much talk about it and that we all just need to be left alone to get on with our lives and everything will be just fine.

As I hear so often these days – business as usual is not an option. There is no Planet B. Sometimes in my darkest moments, I’m not even certain that making art that puts the environment and the wasteful way we live front and centre would make any difference to the inexorable direction we’re travelling. At times like this I feel completely lost and without a sense of direction. And it's important for me to honour this lostness and doubt as well as sharing my belief that art, activism, random acts of kindness and the art of living can make all the difference in the world. If I don't honour the lostness and doubt then phrases like 'positive visions of a sustainable future' become nothing more than Orwellian Newspeak. 

For me, that’s what Emergence is all about. That’s why I, as an artist, am engaged with this project. I want to make art like the world matters. Fern and I are constantly trying to figure out neat, punchy ways of describing what it is Emergence does. The long answer is that we believe we need as a planet to   practice “the art of living well within the ecological limits of a finite planet”. The short answer is we are trying to find our way towards finding out what "the art of living" would look and feel like. It’s hard to hold onto that in my darker days and in the face of the raging tide of denial that seems to surround us wherever we look. It would be so much easier to go with the flow. But it just wouldn’t feel right. And so I carry on, because it's the only thing I can do…

Margaret Wheatley, quoting Thomas Merton writes "Do not depend on the hope of results…you may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps the results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself…You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people…In the end it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything."

I suspect she's right. But some days it's hard to feel it's enough...

A more upbeat blog next week. Promise. After all, there's nothing to worry about, is there? It's all going to be fine. It's all going to be just fine...