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Sorry, Y’all, but Climate Change Ain’t the First Existential Threat
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Mary Annaïse Heglar
Feb 18
URL: https://medium.com/@maryheglar/sorry-yall-but-climate-change-ain-t-the-first-existential-threat-b3c999267aa0

Dear Climate Movement:

I’m with you when you say that climate change is the most important issue facing mankind. I’ll even go so far as to say it’s the most important one ever.

But, when I hear folks say — and I have heard it — that the environmental movement is the first in history to stare down an existential threat, I have to get off the train. This game of what I call “existential exceptionalism” is a losing one. It is not only inaccurate, short-sighted, and arrogant — it’s dangerous. It serves only to divorce the environmental movement from a much bigger “arc of history.”

And for me, as a Black woman from the south, it’s downright insulting.

Existential for Who?
Now, I’ll grant you, we’ve never seen an existential threat to all of humankind before. It’s true that the planet itself has never become hostile to our collective existence. But history is littered with targeted — but no less deadly — existential threats for specific populations.

For 400 years and counting, America itself has been an existential threat for Black people. I want you to know that slavery didn’t end with freedom. It just morphed into a marginally more sophisticated, still deadly machine.

We Need to Talk About Jim Crow

Imagine these smiles being the last things you saw as you were humiliated, tortured, and murdered. Imagine your family seeing it too, from a helpless distance. And let’s be clear that this was not some Deep South phenomenon. This photo is from Indiana. License available here.
I want you to know that Jim Crow — far too tame a name for its reality — was never about water fountains or bus seats or lunch counters. It wasn’t about “integration.”

Instead, I want you to imagine living in constant, crippling fear of humiliation, rape, torture, murder. In a word: terrorism. Lynching was not some abstract threat or a one-time event. It was omnipresent. It hung in the air like humidity. Or the stench of burning flesh.

And it wasn’t a quick death. Maybe you were dragged by a speeding truckload of drunken, hysterical men practically frothing at the mouth for your blood. Maybe you were tarred and feathered. Maybe your unborn child was carved out of your womb while you were yet alive. Maybe after you were beaten within an inch of your life, you were finally castrated and hanged in front of a frenzied, bloodthirsty mob, a sea of faces illuminated in the night only by their whiteness. Maybe your fingers and toes were severed, and passed out to the children. As souvenirs. Maybe there’s a postcard with you on it.

Imagine living under a calculated, meticulous system dedicated to and dependent on your oppression, being surrounded by that system’s hysterical, brainwashed guardians.

Now imagine your children growing up under that system. Imagine watching your daughter and the “ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky,” as Martin Luther King, Jr. described.

How’s that for existential?

The Sickness Unto Death

The 1917 Silent Parade in New York City was organized on the heels of the St. Louis race riots that left at least 200 people dead and about 6,000 homeless.
I want you to understand how overwhelming, how insurmountable it must have felt. I want you to understand that there was no end in sight. It felt futile for them too. Then, as now, there were calls to slow down. To settle for incremental remedies for an untenable situation.

They, too, trembled for every baby born into that world.

Sound familiar?

Read the survivor stories from the St. Louis race riots, and you’ll see some striking similarities with the survivor stories from Camp Fire. (Spoiler: both include burning buildings and harrowing waterborne escapes.)

You don’t fight something like that because you think you will win. You fight it because you have to. Because surrendering dooms so much more than yourself, but everything that comes after you. Acquiescence, in this case, is what James Baldwin called “the sickness unto death.”

Now you understand what Fannie Lou Hamer meant when she said, “what was the point of being scared? The only thing they could do was kill me, and it kinda seemed like they’d been trying to do that a little bit at a time since I could remember.”

What, now, do you have to lose? What else can you be but brave?

History is Present

Black folks have built some of the most powerful movements in American history. And we have a whole lot to teach you about building an inclusive movement. Image license available here.
“History, as nearly no one seems to know, is not merely something to be read. And it does not refer principally to the past,” James Baldwin wrote. “On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in everything we do.”

I want you to know that the people who survived, the people who fought, are not far away from me. They are my grandaddy, my grandmama, Aunt Juanita, Uncle Biddy, Aunt Maude, Uncle Tweet, Aunt Jewel, Uncle Brother, Papa Dee, Mama Ora. My mama, Aunt Jackie, Uncle June, Aunt Joan, Uncle Harold, Aunt Anne. They raised me. They are not my “ancestors.” Many of them are still very much alive. They taught me so much, and they have so much to teach you.

So, the next time you want to “educate” communities of color about climate change, remember that they have even more to teach you about building movements, about courage, about survival.

Nothing scares me more than climate change, but I made up my mind to face it head-on — because of my debt to future generations and to previous generations.

So much of this story is mine, but this history belongs to all of us. And I want you to know it too. You can’t afford not to.

BlackLivesMatterClimate ChangeEnvironmentEnvironmentalismActivism

Mary Annaïse Heglar
Publications Director @ NRDC & writer in my own right. Based in New York City. Raised in Birmingham, AL and Port Gibson, MS.
James Baldwin is my personal hero.

Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
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Julia Steinberger
Feb 18
Thank you Mary Annaise, to you and your family who fought so much and carried you all the way here (and as usual thanks to James Baldwin for his words & wisdom). For me this is fundamental: the story of how we face down climate change is also the story of how we learn to stop being terrible to each other, and that we don’t lose (economically…

Conversation with Mary Annaïse Heglar.
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Anne Much
Feb 21
Hi Mary,

I hate to be “that white girl” (technically, white-passing Jew) but I just wanted to point out some serious errors of fact in your article.

As a BIPOC, you are excluded from white-dominated modes of discourse like science, so I wouldn’t expect you to know this, but the term “existential…

Go to the profile of Mary Annaïse Heglar
Mary Annaïse Heglar
Feb 21
If you’re going to condescend to me, at least get my name right.

Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
Go to the profile of Anthony Rogers-Wright
Anthony Rogers-Wright
Feb 25
Amazing prose, thank you so much for this.

Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
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Felipe Witchger
Feb 19
I really appreciate you taking the time to call us Climate Folk out… thank you for helping us realize that this existential threat has been a reality for people of color for 400+ years in this country. I find your words deeply moving. This helps me gain clarity and strength in my conviction that we have to be actively anti-racist in all the work we…

Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
Go to the profile of Meteor Blades
Meteor Blades
Feb 18
As a Native man raised in the South, 100% agreement with this piece.

	Sorry, Y’all, but Climate Change Ain’t the First Existential Threat
	Go to the profile of Mary Annaïse Heglar
	Mary Annaïse Heglar
	Feb 18
	URL: https://medium.com/@maryheglar/sorry-yall-but-climate-change-ain-t-the-first-existential-threat-b3c999267aa0

	Dear Climate Movement:

	I’m with you when you say that climate change is the most important issue facing mankind. I’ll even go so far as to say it’s the most important one ever.

	But, when I hear folks say — and I have heard it — that the environmental movement is the first in history to stare down an existential threat, I have to get off the train. This game of what I call “existential exceptionalism” is a losing one. It is not only inaccurate, short-sighted, and arrogant — it’s dangerous. It serves only to divorce the environmental movement from a much bigger “arc of history.”

	And for me, as a Black woman from the south, it’s downright insulting.

	Existential for Who?
	Now, I’ll grant you, we’ve never seen an existential threat to all of humankind before. It’s true that the planet itself has never become hostile to our collective existence. But history is littered with targeted — but no less deadly — existential threats for specific populations.

	For 400 years and counting, America itself has been an existential threat for Black people. I want you to know that slavery didn’t end with freedom. It just morphed into a marginally more sophisticated, still deadly machine.

	We Need to Talk About Jim Crow

	Imagine these smiles being the last things you saw as you were humiliated, tortured, and murdered. Imagine your family seeing it too, from a helpless distance. And let’s be clear that this was not some Deep South phenomenon. This photo is from Indiana. License available here.
	I want you to know that Jim Crow — far too tame a name for its reality — was never about water fountains or bus seats or lunch counters. It wasn’t about “integration.”

	Instead, I want you to imagine living in constant, crippling fear of humiliation, rape, torture, murder. In a word: terrorism. Lynching was not some abstract threat or a one-time event. It was omnipresent. It hung in the air like humidity. Or the stench of burning flesh.

	And it wasn’t a quick death. Maybe you were dragged by a speeding truckload of drunken, hysterical men practically frothing at the mouth for your blood. Maybe you were tarred and feathered. Maybe your unborn child was carved out of your womb while you were yet alive. Maybe after you were beaten within an inch of your life, you were finally castrated and hanged in front of a frenzied, bloodthirsty mob, a sea of faces illuminated in the night only by their whiteness. Maybe your fingers and toes were severed, and passed out to the children. As souvenirs. Maybe there’s a postcard with you on it.

	Imagine living under a calculated, meticulous system dedicated to and dependent on your oppression, being surrounded by that system’s hysterical, brainwashed guardians.

	Now imagine your children growing up under that system. Imagine watching your daughter and the “ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky,” as Martin Luther King, Jr. described.

	How’s that for existential?

	The Sickness Unto Death

	The 1917 Silent Parade in New York City was organized on the heels of the St. Louis race riots that left at least 200 people dead and about 6,000 homeless.
	I want you to understand how overwhelming, how insurmountable it must have felt. I want you to understand that there was no end in sight. It felt futile for them too. Then, as now, there were calls to slow down. To settle for incremental remedies for an untenable situation.

	They, too, trembled for every baby born into that world.

	Sound familiar?

	Read the survivor stories from the St. Louis race riots, and you’ll see some striking similarities with the survivor stories from Camp Fire. (Spoiler: both include burning buildings and harrowing waterborne escapes.)

	You don’t fight something like that because you think you will win. You fight it because you have to. Because surrendering dooms so much more than yourself, but everything that comes after you. Acquiescence, in this case, is what James Baldwin called “the sickness unto death.”

	Now you understand what Fannie Lou Hamer meant when she said, “what was the point of being scared? The only thing they could do was kill me, and it kinda seemed like they’d been trying to do that a little bit at a time since I could remember.”

	What, now, do you have to lose? What else can you be but brave?

	History is Present

	Black folks have built some of the most powerful movements in American history. And we have a whole lot to teach you about building an inclusive movement. Image license available here.
	“History, as nearly no one seems to know, is not merely something to be read. And it does not refer principally to the past,” James Baldwin wrote. “On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in everything we do.”

	I want you to know that the people who survived, the people who fought, are not far away from me. They are my grandaddy, my grandmama, Aunt Juanita, Uncle Biddy, Aunt Maude, Uncle Tweet, Aunt Jewel, Uncle Brother, Papa Dee, Mama Ora. My mama, Aunt Jackie, Uncle June, Aunt Joan, Uncle Harold, Aunt Anne. They raised me. They are not my “ancestors.” Many of them are still very much alive. They taught me so much, and they have so much to teach you.

	So, the next time you want to “educate” communities of color about climate change, remember that they have even more to teach you about building movements, about courage, about survival.

	Nothing scares me more than climate change, but I made up my mind to face it head-on — because of my debt to future generations and to previous generations.

	So much of this story is mine, but this history belongs to all of us. And I want you to know it too. You can’t afford not to.

	BlackLivesMatterClimate ChangeEnvironmentEnvironmentalismActivism

	Mary Annaïse Heglar
	Publications Director @ NRDC & writer in my own right. Based in New York City. Raised in Birmingham, AL and Port Gibson, MS.
	James Baldwin is my personal hero.

	Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
	Go to the profile of Julia Steinberger
	Julia Steinberger
	Feb 18
	Thank you Mary Annaise, to you and your family who fought so much and carried you all the way here (and as usual thanks to James Baldwin for his words & wisdom). For me this is fundamental: the story of how we face down climate change is also the story of how we learn to stop being terrible to each other, and that we don’t lose (economically…

	Conversation with Mary Annaïse Heglar.
	Go to the profile of Anne Much
	Anne Much
	Feb 21
	Hi Mary,

	I hate to be “that white girl” (technically, white-passing Jew) but I just wanted to point out some serious errors of fact in your article.

	As a BIPOC, you are excluded from white-dominated modes of discourse like science, so I wouldn’t expect you to know this, but the term “existential…

	Go to the profile of Mary Annaïse Heglar
	Mary Annaïse Heglar
	Feb 21
	If you’re going to condescend to me, at least get my name right.

	Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
	Go to the profile of Anthony Rogers-Wright
	Anthony Rogers-Wright
	Feb 25
	Amazing prose, thank you so much for this.

	Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
	Go to the profile of Felipe Witchger
	Felipe Witchger
	Feb 19
	I really appreciate you taking the time to call us Climate Folk out… thank you for helping us realize that this existential threat has been a reality for people of color for 400+ years in this country. I find your words deeply moving. This helps me gain clarity and strength in my conviction that we have to be actively anti-racist in all the work we…

	Applause from Mary Annaïse Heglar (author)
	Go to the profile of Meteor Blades
	Meteor Blades
	Feb 18
	As a Native man raised in the South, 100% agreement with this piece.