Cultural Revolutions

Mommy's Eco-Scold

The scene opens with children at a playground, laughing and yelling as they swing and jump rope.  The camera zooms in on a dark-haired little girl, seven or eight years old, running her finger through a dirty puddle.  Suddenly, thunder tears through the sky, and a downpour sends the children screaming home.  Later that night, the girl watches TV, where she sees newsreels of melting snow, rushing floods, and weeping refugees.  She goes to bed, but her sleep is disturbed by a nightmare.  She is in a desert.  The earth cracks beneath her, and she runs from the gaping chasms, only to meet huge waves.  Her screaming awakens her father.  The next scene shows them at a computer looking up a website.  The little girl sees something on-screen that inspires her, and she grabs her father’s camcorder, runs up several flights of stairs to the roof of her apartment building, and stretches out her little arms to focus her dad’s camera on her face.  Her bright, dark eyes peer intently into the lens.  “Please help the world,” she lisps.

No, this is not a video shown to a group of second graders on Earth Day.  It was part of the opening ceremonies at the United Nation’s Climate Change Conference, held in Copenhagen last December—an event chock full of supposedly educated, intelligent, informed dignitaries.  The message is clear: Give us control of your carbon emissions, you...

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