Karen Kreider Yoder of FMCSF’s Green Team gave this “Earth Moment” on June 2, 2019.
If we cannot acknowledge the problem and mourn, we cannot change our actions and heal the Earth.
When I was a young girl in the 1960s, humans began producing plastic. Since then, our plastic use has grown steadily.
From 2000 to 2010, humans produced more plastic than ALL the plastic produced until then.
Plastics are so durable that the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) reports, “Every bit of plastic ever made still exists.”
I’m reading a book in which the author, Cheryl Strayed, talks about working with poor, white middle school girls who were deemed not just “high risk” but “highest risk” by the school they attended. These girls had had the roughest of lives before they were even technically teenagers. Poverty, incarceration, missing or drugged-out or abusive parents. They girls told her, as Strayed put it, “ghastly, horrible, shocking, sad, merciless things. Things that would compel me to squint my eyes as I listened, as if by squinting I could protect myself by hearing it less distinctly… Endless stories of abuse and betrayal and absence and devastation,” many of which were still happening. She told the girls that what was happening to them was not okay. It was unacceptable. It was illegal. And that she would call someone and that someone would intervene and this would stop. It never did. Not once did a police officer or a child protective service worker ever come and help any of the girls during the year that Strayed worked with them. Finally, Strayed asked a child protective services worker why no one came, and she explained that there wasn’t enough money to go around and so they had to do triage. They would intervene quickly with a child under the age of 12, but for those over that age, they put their name on a long list of children whom they hoped they could check up on someday when there was enough money to do so. The woman told Strayed that it would be better if the girls ran away from home, because there was more funding for runaways.