The Fight for Climate Justice Requires a New Narrative

We don’t have to sit idly by and watch our future burn. We are not powerless.

by Mary Annaïse Heglar
Natasha Chomko, aka POST-WOOK, for Inverse

We don’t know how to talk about climate change.

Sure, we try. We tread through a battlefield of technical, clinical jargon. Boobytrapped with too many syllables and jolted acronyms. But it’s anything but clinical. What we’re living through is deeply, deeply personal. And emotional. It’s heartbreakingly human.

Climate change means watching not just your childhood home, but your ancestral home, surrender to the sea. It’s being sold on an open slave market because drought sucked your homeland dry. It’s a ticking clock until your tap runs dry.

It’s war, famine, gang violence, sex-trafficking. It’s skyrocketing suicide.

It’s watching everything you planned for light up in fantastic flames right in front of you, all the dreams you were supposed to dream: buying a house, raising a family, planning for retirement.

This isn’t some distant, dystopian future. This isn’t “somewhere else” (and even if it were, that’s no excuse not to care). This is here and now.

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This crisis didn’t appear out of thin air. Someone did this to us: the fossil fuel industry and the governments that aided and abetted it. And it didn’t start there. The fossil fuel industry was born of the industrial revolution, which was born of slavery, which was born of colonialism.

It’s no accident that the map of climate change’s worst wrath to date looks like a colonizer’s playground. Because that’s what it is. And it’s also no accident that when it does play out in more “affluent” countries, it finds its way to communities of color with all the precision of a heat-seeking missile — that’s a feature, not a bug.

We don’t have to sit idly by and watch our future burn. We are not powerless. “You write in order to change the world,” James Baldwin said. “The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way a person looks or people look at reality, then you can change it.”

You can’t change what you can’t describe. And you certainly can’t fight it. 

I have been writing since I could hold a crayon. I’ve worked an entire career in communications and storytelling. For the past five years, I’ve edited and produced policy reports at the Natural Resources Defense Council, one of the top environmental advocacy organizations. I speak fluent wonkese.

But I don’t want to deal in data anymore. I want to work in millimeters. I want to move beyond the projections and into empathy. I want to coax and cajole the English language — with all its inadequacies, all its flaws, all the blood at its mouth — into the liberating language that we desperately need. I want to tame the tongue that taunted and tortured my ancestors, to bend it over my lap and to my will.

I want revenge.

I want to change the narrative around our climate crisis, to make it more intersectional, more emotional. More inclusive. I want to break it apart, remove the lies and the half-truths, add in the missing parts, name the unnamed, make the implicit explicit. I want to make it so that people of color see themselves in it — because we’ve always been in it. At its center, even. In other words, I want to make it whole.

I don’t want a fact-finding mission. I want a truth-telling movement.

As a lifelong lover of language, I will never believe that “words fail us.” I believe we fail to find the words. And if we don’t have the words, let’s create them. As an avid daydreamer, I will never lose faith in the power of the human imagination. If we can drill deep into the rocks beneath us for coal and oil, there’s no reason we can’t reach even deeper into ourselves to pull out the language to name our crisis.

Mary Annaïse Heglar is a member of the Inverse Future 50.

Natasha Chomko, aka POST-WOOK, for Inverse

I know I’m not alone. I’m not the only one who sees the gaps. I’m not the only one who has felt left out, alienated, silenced. I’m part of a growing community of narrative change agents. We’re getting stronger. We’re getting louder. And we have room for so many more.

Some people may think that writing is just words. That it’s not activism, and maybe it isn’t. But I know that words can heal as much as they can wound. Crafted and banded together, they can form an army. They can rise and retreat like waves on the sea. To have the words to name your crisis, to indict your oppressor, is power. It’s exactly what we need if we are to have any hope of winning.

And we have to win. Everything — literally everything — depends on it.

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Mary Annaïse Heglar is a member of the Inverse Future 50. You really ought to follow her on Twitter: @MaryHeglar.

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