September School Climate Strikes

As part of the global climate strikes on 20-27 September, I took our eldest daughter out of school, collected the little one at lunch time, and together our family went to the Melbourne rally. For the kids this was probably one of the most exciting things we’ve done all year – they got to go on a train, wave posters, chant with a large crowd, and all in exchange for catching up on the missed classwork over the school holidays. For us parents it was also a bit exciting – preventing our toddler from whacking people with her poster, getting separated in the crowd, and realising half way there that we forgot to bring the baby wrap.

Melbourne Climate Strike September 2019

In response to the strikes, I spent one or two days reading comments that the children should have been in school learning instead of being out and participating in democracy. Those arguments faltered and vanished fairly quickly, and were replaced with astonishing observations that it wasn’t older generations who are responsible for climate change, but younger generations with their rampant consumerism and materialistic ways.

Who do you think taught them to be that way? We did. The generations they looked to for an example.

With the strikes our leaders complained that children should be in school learning, and the response from our children was that there’s no point learning if we don’t act on what we teach them. To instead complain that our children are part of the problem when they are doing what we have taught them to do is just astonishing.

If you have been able to watch the speeches during the youth protests without feeling a degree of shame then either you’ve cleaned up your act or you don’t realise how dire the situation is. I’m incapable of watching Greta Thunberg’s UN address without crying. I imagine my little girls in her place in a decade, a time in which it will be too late to do anything but stop the disaster from worsening further, and I realise how complacent I have been since the day I became old enough to do anything about it.

There’s an interesting thing about shame; you can either lash out at those who make you feel it, or you can do something about it. Based on my Facebook feed, a lot of people who I thought knew better have chosen the lashing out option. I understand, because it’s very difficult to look at yourself and acknowledge all the ways in which you have failed. It takes a strong person to stare at the truth and see it as a call to action. There is tension in knowing that the time to correct past mistakes is almost over, and an incredible fear when you realise that nobody can tell you the quick solution to make that correction.

Our own parents aren’t coming to the rescue, and the true shame is that our children are starting to realise that about their parents too.

When the children of the world asked adults to strike with them this time, there was no way that I was going to say no. We might not be able to do much as individuals, but we can accomplish beautiful things as a collective. In a decade from now, my eldest will be Greta Thunberg’s age. When she asks what we did, I can tell her about the changes that we made to our lives, and I can also tell her that for one day we stood up as a family, we made our voices heard, and we joined in with something bigger than ourselves.

Melbourne Climate Strike September 2019

If you’re playing along at home…

…did you and/or your children attend the climate strike? What did you learn through the experience?