Today, a
three year old asked me what environmentalism was, and I told him
that it was like keeping his room tidy, restoring things to a better
sense of order, cleaning up the messes made by the use of the land,
and maintaining that tidiness. The thing is, 'environmentalism' -as
we like to call it- is a messy, fiery, grueling process with a
definition that is different for every individual. But you can't
explain that to a three year old.
As for
those of us that aren't three, what is
environmentalism? Is it sitting in a hundred year old redwood as
loggers look on; buying organics at the grocer's store or choosing
energy star products (tax benefits included); maybe it's a bunch of
dirty hippies who don't use deodorant (and should) protesting
business deregulations that encourage foreign business investments.
Either way you slice it, Environmentalism is the study of the use of
the world's resources.
For
me, that means conserving, reusing, and carefully allocating new
resources. But then again, I was raised by recovering hippies who
have only just begun to be respectable middle class citizens.
Environmentalism has very gritty, dirty images included in my
definition; raw sapling trees dripping mud on my hands as I scramble
up a riverbank and plant it, tires pressing raw edges against my
shoulders as I slip and slide through mud, and the smell of compost
in local lunchrooms (believe it or not, someone does
actually sort those, and it's usually me).
So
whether you're an environmentalist or not, I strongly advise that you
plant a tree. Maybe in your back yard, perhaps in that abandoned lot
next door, or even in front of your offices to spruce things up in the
spring. It doesn't make you an environmentalist, but it does put you
on the side of the land, and defines you as a champion for free
oxygen (which trees produce for me and you) - Conor
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