To the editor: The fires of California are, for me, a wake-up name. (“Fossil-fuel polluters put money over the planet. Tax them into smithereens,” letters, Jan. 27)
They need to be for all of us. They’re the lighthouse marking the shoals of our existence on this planet. They’re the bonfires of our vainness.
I, like many others, have slumbered too lengthy within the passive hope that the governments of the world will heed the Jeremiahs of local weather change. The prophets to date have been ignored, and at our peril.
Governments are the reflections of the folks they govern. America has elected an administration that’s little involved with local weather change. This displays the perspective of the American folks. And this perspective prevailed in our election of the earlier administration as properly — for nothing outstanding was demanded, little extraordinary was tried, and nothing important was achieved.
The bonfires nonetheless burn. The skies are nonetheless pink, or grey, or black.
Every of us must shout out, not solely to our leaders however to 1 different: “Sleeper, awake! All of our quotidian distractions are secondary to local weather change. For none of those issues will matter after we descend into the hell of political, financial and social chaos that may ensue if we proceed on the current highway of indifference within the curiosity of our fast consolation.”
If anybody doubts this, I counsel you ask the folks of Southern California.
Kenneth Ely, Blaine, Wash.
