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Can we be honest about Dead Babies?
Every time a friend of mine has a new baby in the family, I can not help but think of that baby growing up in a post 2° Celsius world. That is most likely a world of great suffering. Unimaginable loss.
Yet, I still provide all smiles and joy. I celebrate with them. I keep my thoughts to myself — and in the moment — as much as possible. But lately, I have begun to question whether this minor deception is truly good for the world. If we all do that, how are we preparing parents and kids for the truth ahead?
Won’t they resent the older generation for living in denial? Any kind of denial? Perhaps well-intended denial is the worst of all.
A baby I know was born the week before last. I cannot imagine her world if we have not limited toxic emissions to help stop the runaway conditions of climate and biodiversity loss. People will die in heatwaves and food shortages, floods, heavy storms, and if we don’t manage it better, civil unrest, refugee mud, and war.