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This will be my only post about the virus.

22/4/2020

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I am blessed (or cursed) with a big picture mentality. Ecology is the big picture. Ecology is survival or death. I’m not much of a biologist, so I don’t understand the finer points of ecology in the way that an ecologist would. But I was brought up to believe in justice. In ethics. In compassion for others. Sometimes these things seem to be at odds. The thing that is “just” is unkind. What feels compassionate to some is considered unethical by others. Our priorities are clouded both by our emotions and our cultural expectations.
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The big picture is a blunt instrument. In the big picture the end really does justify the means. The needs of the individual are no longer paramount. Of course, it’s possible that I lack vision, or imagination. I’m not willing to go bigger than, say, Earth’s current ecosystem. I like giraffes. I want herring to thrive – and aspen groves, and black widow spiders, and all the fungi and grasses – well, you get the picture.

Like most people on the left, I have thought deeply about human rights. Poverty, racism, patriarchy, slavery (which goes by many names) are  horrible things to endure. But as the camera pans away from street level and I take a look at the landscape, I see that what one group of humans is doing to another pales on the injustice scale, when we compare it to what humans as a species are doing to other species. We are bringing about loss of habitat, starvation, and extinction on an enormous scale. If we did this to a group of our own species, we might call it genocide. We don’t have a word which describes our systematic destruction of the passenger pigeon or the northern white rhino. We just call it “too late.” “Too bad.” We don’t call it criminal.

But there are worse things than being dead. There is having your family broken up because humans have decided you are taking food from their cattle. There is the constant agony of a belly full of plastic, and not understanding why your chicks are dying on the nest, when you think you are feeding them. There is being shot, because you went into “town” and treated a human as prey, in the exact same place where a year ago you were in the woods feeding on deer.

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This isn’t about changing our diet. Our constant expansion is destroying habitat by the hour. If we believe in social justice for humans, then everyone needs somewhere nice to live, right? And anyway, eight billion humans is always going to be a problem, even if we all live off grid in cob houses, we still eat and shit and take up space.

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Okay. That was just the preamble.

It’s 2020 and suddenly no one cares about Brexit or the coming US elections. Whatever little gains or losses of human rights might result from these things is off the table, because some extra humans are going to die this year, and it’s not necessarily going to be those other humans who usually die, like the old, or the poor, or the refugees. This time, it could be us! The camera pans down to street level. Everyone has either gone indoors, or is working to maintain those who have gone indoors; except for the medics, who will attempt to prevent the death of those who catch the virus. Just like that. Everybody falls into step. We have to stop the enormous death threat!

The camera pans out a bit. 250 humans are born every minute on earth. It’s quite possible that 250,000 people will die of COVID 19. It will take us less than a day to replace them. If a million die, it will still take us less than a week. [UPDATE: As of April 2022, about 6.25 million people have died of COVID 19. However, over 10 million people are born every month worldwide. The pandemic has not made a significant dent in world population.] That’s the big picture. It hasn’t even noticeably affected our growth rate. We are in no direct danger, as a species, from this virus, or probably from any virus. As for the danger to other species from out activity, it’s higher – we just don’t know how much higher.
Estimates on species extinction rates for non-humans range from two per year to over 8,000 per year. A good indication of how disinterested we are in knowing the truth.

What if we all stayed indoors for a couple of months so a massive effort could be made to study that question? What if we were all asked to stay indoors for a couple of months in order to save giraffes from going over the extinction cliff? We all know the answer. We wouldn’t do it. So much for ethics.
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And as the camera pans away, it becomes painfully obvious that when it comes to self-preservation, and self-replication, you just can’t beat a human! But when it comes to compassion, or justice, for other beings, as a species we are going to do less than nothing.

We aren’t even neutral. Oh, yes, we are so proud that air pollution has dropped while we all took a holiday from driving and flying, but when it comes to all the plastic being used by the medical industry, we are not only fine with that, we are shouting for more to be produced. Just our careless movements around the globe, and the way that animals are involuntarily moved around, is a vector for diseases which devastate plant and animal populations. Our movement is also a vector for invasive species, which do the same.
I have never seen such an obsession with a single topic over such a sustained period by so many people as I’ve seen with this virus. Human skill and motivation, when it comes to short term survival, is absolutely ruthless. We will destroy our economy to make sure that Aunt Bertha doesn’t get sick. We will close the pubs and restaurants and shops because it may allow us to avoid death. But we will hold a hotly contested referendum in order to decide whether we should charge people for a plastic bag. Plastic is killing millions. Just not millions of humans.
Having watched this new world roll out before the panning camera, I can’t help but wonder: What if we told people that it could be deadly to have babies for the next couple of years? Well, I’m sure there’d be a ruckus, but I suspect most would comply – you know – to avoid risking death. But that’s a ridiculous thought experiment. Or is it?
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What happened to this blog? Where is the spiritual angle? Okay –

The bad news is that there isn’t some overarching “Mother Nature” figure, some sentient “Universe” who is just waiting to teach the silly humans a lesson. We hear that one every time there’s a bit of rough weather or a volcano erupts. This is no different. Do you seriously think, that if any beneficent being had the power to “teach humans a lesson” that they would have waited until we got so far with wrecking things?
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If your kid is careless and spills paint on the carpet, you tell them off. If they burn a hole in the carpet, they are probably in big trouble. You don’t wait until the whole damn neighourhood is on fire. Unless you actually are powerless to stop them.
Mama isn’t coming to tell us off, or to drown a couple dozen of us while putting out the fire. We tied Mama up in the basement and threw away the key so long ago that we don’t even remember doing it. (And, yes, I believe this is part of the message of the sovereignty goddesses.) By the time the fire is out, it won’t just be us burned to a crisp, it will be most of what we think of as nature. Yeah, sure, the earth will still be here – but not the giraffes.
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As for what I think my gods and goddesses are saying to me, they’re invested in the ecosystem we know, not the rocks under it. Some of them tell me not to give up yet. Fight to save what we understand as the natural world. That’s why I’m writing this.

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Elaine
23/4/2020 01:21:22 am

A thought provoking article. I was going to subscribe to your blog but although you say you will never share details, I have to tick a box agreeing to receiving spam? Disappointing - if there is a way to subscribe without doing this, please let me know.

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Kris Hughes
23/4/2020 09:50:25 am

Elaine -
The box if for subscribing to my newsletter, not for subscribing to my blog. I don't consider my newsletter to be spam - it comes out less than once a month, contains links to all the writing and video work I've done since the previous newsletter, and usually a discount on something from my shop. I don't share my mailing list with anyone. It's up to you whether you wish to subscribe.

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Elaine
23/4/2020 03:01:29 pm

Ah ok, it says I agree to marketing and promotional materials. Happy to receive your newsletter. Thanks.

Pete
23/4/2020 06:49:22 am

Overpopulated.. OK, please.. help the world and die

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Kris Hughes
23/4/2020 09:52:52 am

Help the world by not breeding. Help the world by making sure women worldwide have access to education. Help the world by making sure everyone, worldwide, has access to contraception and abortion.

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Felicia
25/4/2020 12:22:01 pm

The world IS grossly overpopulated - I humans now breed because they fwwl it's required of them - or for selfish reasons (simply just WANTING) a family, without thinking about how it affects our Mother and all of the beings who were here first. I was blessed to have been born with maternal instinct only toward animals mainly, aive never felt this desire to procreate. About 6 years ago I underwent a sterilization treatment, just to ensure I would never "accidentally" contribute to this problem.

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