Equity

Billionaire Roman Abramovich's superyacht "Eclipse" has 
an estimated carbon footprint of 25,100 tons of CO2 per year.

Nowadays we are all anxious about climate change. We wonder what can be done to slow it down or even halt it. We wonder about how our own lifestyles have contributed to climate change as we turn off lights, recycle plastics and think about reducing the amount of meat and dairy in our weekly diets. In various ways we are all guilty but some are more guilty than others.

I have had a fantasy about a world in which we all receive environmental tokens to spend on the things we need. Everybody receives exactly the same number of tokens making the spending process equitable. Poor people get the same number of tokens as the wealthy. After all, shouldn't we all be fighting this battle together?

The domestic consequences of this would be numerous. Private jets would no longer be allowed. Nobody would have enough tokens to own more than one motor vehicle. Living in large houses or owning two or three homes would be inadvisable because of the environmental toll. There just wouldn't be enough tokens to cover the expense.

Buying new clothes or having extensive wardrobes would be a no-no as would be the replacement  of electrical items  without proper reason such as breakdown or irreparability. Having a lot of money stashed away should not give you licence  to squander this planet's precious resources just because you can. Some things are more important than your self-gratification including ensuring the longevity of Earth for our children's children's children.

In the western world, it used to be that the majority of people dreamt of an affluent lifestyle like the rich lives we observed on our television sets - fast cars, fine clothes, big houses, posh  restaurants, first class travel etcetera but when you think of it, the rich have always used far more than their fair share of environmental tokens. Arguably the time has come for them to take stock and change in order to reduce their excessive and inequitable carbon footprints.

Al this being said, I am well aware that compared with many people in this world  I am rich. Generally speaking, African, Asian and South American peasant folk spend little each year compared with me. Their environmental tokens pile up, virtually unused.

I don't believe that world leaders are truly serious about meaningful action in relation to climate change. They seem to be tinkering around at the edges playing the Green Warriors Game just  because it's the flavour of the day. In the past, our own political leader - Johnson was very scathing about environmental campaigners and now ahead of the Glasgow summit, he expects us to believe in his newly discovered  green credentials. Would he or any of his fellow leaders consider for one moment taking on the rich and curtailing their insatiable carbon appetites?  I am afraid that that would only happen when  it was far too late to make a difference.

Boatman in India. What is his boat's carbon footprint per year?


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Sheffield’s Manor

 

When I was a student nurse I had a placement with the district nurses in The Manor which was the well recognised roughest part of Sheffield .
The nurse I accompanied , was a no nonsense city woman. She drove a second hand car, called a spade a fucking spade and swore at joyriders in the street with a broad Sheffield accent 
She also told me not to look so  fucking gormless on our many visits 
Keep your wits about you she warned you look soft
I must have looked geeky….and painfully bookish
But I found her funny and  warm and big boned and I so wanted to please her, so we got on
Like a boy does with his favourite teacher.

I remember accompanying her to visit a man in the top of a block of flats who had terminal cancer. 
The man’s elderly and frail wife greeted us at the door with the comment “ Hes been a bit quiet all morning love” and I didn’t really notice my colleague quietly donning gloves and looping her stethoscope around her neck

The patient had bled to death in bed
He had bled from his mouth from a cancer of the oesophagus and unseen by his wife the blood had pooled inside his bedclothes and bed frame . 
My mentor passed me gloves and an apron silently  and asked the wife to make us a cup of tea.
My eyes grew to the size of saucers…the blood soaked the carpet black , like a pond in winter.

This was my very first traumatic death and I went on automatic pilot 

But I learned so very much that awful day
I learned to be calm in a crisis 
I learned how to break bad news with sensitivity and honesty 
I learned how to spare people’s feelings with information they didn’t need and
I learned how important it was to cry in the car afterwards and be hugged by a co worker who knew more and better than I did.

Her name was Janet and she was a district nurse in Sheffield many moons ago now
And she died last week of cancer at home , with her family and friends and a dog called Daisy around her






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Release

 Release the fear

Experience the joy

That each day

Allows

Because I’m alive

To see it


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