[D66] Does Extinction Rebellion Have the Solution to the Climate Crisis?

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Does Extinction Rebellion Have the Solution to the Climate Crisis?
By
Sam Knight
newyorker.com
8 min
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Gail Bradbrook, a founder of Extinction Rebellion, speaks to protesters
gathered to block roads near the BBC headquarters, during a recent
demonstration in London.

The success of Extinction Rebellion, a British campaign of civil
disobedience aimed at addressing the climate crisis, has been something
to behold. In April, the group, which was formally launched only last
October, blocked Waterloo Bridge, which spans the Thames, for more than
a week. Across London, activists glued themselves to buildings, climbed
on trains, chained themselves to company headquarters, and occupied key
intersections, leading to some thousand arrests and messages of support
from around the world. The Metropolitan Police commissioner, Cressida
Dick, said that she had never encountered a protest like it. By the end
of the month, Extinction Rebellion activists were meeting with Sadiq
Khan, the mayor of London, and on May 1st, in accordance with one of
their demands, Members of Parliament declared a climate and environment
emergency, becoming the first national legislature to do so. In June,
M.P.s agreed to another Extinction Rebellion request: to convene a
citizens’ assembly, made up of a representative sample of the British
population, to discuss the climate crisis. Although the assembly’s
recommendations will not be legally binding, as the protesters wished,
Extinction Rebellion’s language and its policy agenda have moved into
the mainstream at remarkable speed.

On July 15th, the group began its next wave of protests: simultaneous
week-long uprisings in Cardiff, Leeds, Glasgow, Bristol, and London.
Each involves a sailboat parked on a busy street (“The Seas Are Rising
and So Are We,” the slogan goes), along with a certain amount of
annoyance and disruption. But, after the dramatic road-and-bridge
seizures of the spring, the atmosphere of Extinction Rebellion’s summer
demonstrations has been gentler and more celebratory. On a warm, sunny
afternoon this past week, I visited a small park opposite the Old Vic
Theatre, on the south bank of the Thames, that is serving as the base
for the group’s current activities in the capital. Solar panels had been
erected and a jazz band was playing on a stage lined with a pink banner
that said, “Frugality, Humility, Empathy.” There were about sixty tents
and a couple of hundred people resting and chatting, listening to the
music. A young couple slept, entwined, next to a copy of “Jane Eyre”
open in the grass. A box of food donations contained tangerines, oat
cakes, and raspberries. Under some trees, a group was engaged in a “deep
ecology” counselling session and a father was making a cardboard boat
with his daughter, who seemed to be about five or six years old and was
wearing her school uniform.

Signs of anarchy were polite in the extreme. “If your comrades wear
masks or carry tools, don’t disrupt them,” read one rule, taped to a
banner near the park gates. Under a white gazebo, a man in a red shirt
was giving an introduction to a few dozen new Extinction Rebellion
volunteers. The activists were advised not to give their names or any
other information when challenged by the police, but the instructor
suggested that replying “No comment” was a bit cold. “I couldn’t really
say” was a better response, he told them, or “I don’t know.” Then walk away.

Extinction Rebellion claims to have affiliates in more than fifty
countries. Last week, three American philanthropists—Trevor Neilson,
Rory Kennedy, and Aileen Getty—set up the Climate Emergency Fund to
support similar protest organizations, and pledged an initial five
hundred thousand pounds to the group. (New York and Los Angeles both
have branches of X.R., as it’s known, for short.) The campaign describes
itself as a “self-organizing system,” but it is also the brainchild of a
small group of experienced British radical activists. One of its
founders is Roger Hallam, a fifty-three-year-old organic farmer from
Wales, who is also a postgraduate student of theories of social change.
Another is Gail Bradbrook, a longtime anti-fracking and tax-avoidance
campaigner, who has a Ph.D. in molecular biophysics. Bradbrook and
Hallam met in person for the first time in early 2017, not long after
Bradbrook returned from a psychedelic retreat in Costa Rica, where she
took ayahuasca, iboga, and kambo, in search of some clarity in her work.
Bradbrook had been involved in the Occupy movement and campaigns around
peak oil, but they failed to take off. “I was just sort of, like, fed up
with failure,” she told me. “I was willing to just try anything,
really.” Together, Bradbrook and Hallam sketched the outlines of
Extinction Rebellion. In April, 2018, the strategy of conducting a
peaceful, mass campaign of civil disobedience—Bradbrook and Hallam speak
about converting a critical mass of 3.5 per cent of the British
population, more than two million people—was formally approved at a
meeting of about fifteen activists at Bradbrook’s house in Stroud, a
market town in the Cotswolds with a strong ecological scene. Last
summer, the first X.R. campaigners toured more than a hundred village
halls and community centers, urging people to accept that the natural
world is in a state of emergency. The group’s first demand—“Tell the
truth”—is in many ways its greatest.

On Tuesday, Bradbrook, who is forty-seven, took the stage just after 5
P.M., wearing a turquoise top, flared jeans, and a large earring
fashioned from a sparrow’s wing. She is a slight, elfin figure, with a
Yorkshire accent. She addressed the park for about forty minutes,
darting from the alienating spirit of competition inherent in capitalism
to the Shambhala warriors of Tibetan Buddhism to the question of
disabled access at X.R. demonstrations. One of the group’s strategic
successes has been to make protests safe and welcoming for families, by
consulting with the police before carrying them out. (I took my two
young daughters on an X.R. march for clean air in East London, where I
live, last week.) Another aspect of the group’s appeal has been the way
that it acknowledges the private, and often paralyzing, emotions that
come from thinking about climate change and ecological destruction. “I
absolutely fucking love sparrows,” Bradbrook said during her speech,
explaining her earring. “House sparrows were in packs in my parents’
garden.” Since the seventies, British house-sparrow populations have
declined by half. “Every time I think about it, I want to cry. I miss
them so deeply,” she said. Bradbrook likes to speak about the necessity
of grieving for the elements of the natural world that have been lost.
“It’s really unhinging and unsettling when you’re in the middle of it,”
she told the crowd, to sporadic nods of recognition. “Love has a cost,
and it’s grief. Because we will always be separated from things we love.
That’s the nature and price of life, right? But, when you love something
deeply, then you’re courageous.”

Earlier that day, six Extinction Rebellion protesters had been arrested
after chaining themselves to the entrance of a cement factory in East
London. Richard Walton, a former head of counterterrorism for the
Metropolitan Police, has described the group as “anarchism with a
smile,” whose underlying intention is to break up the state. (The X.R.
protests in April are estimated to have cost around twenty-eight million
pounds in lost earnings and extra policing.) It’s true that the founders
of Extinction Rebellion have an extreme, anti-capitalist vision of what
they want society to look like. “I want to live in a beautiful,
nature-filled world, and, if we get shot on the streets fighting for it,
so be it,” Bradbrook said in the park. “I’m willing to have that happen.
I’m not calling for it to happen.”

The disconcerting thing about such radicalism, at this moment, is that
it is the activists—rather than the state or law enforcement—who have
the facts on their side. One of Extinction Rebellion’s favored tactics
is to quote the first line of the executive summary of the 2018 report
of the U.N.’s Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change: “Limiting
global warming to 1.5°C would require rapid, far-reaching and
unprecedented changes in all aspects of society.” On the day I visited,
a study commissioned by the Royal Society for the Encouragement of Arts,
Manufactures and Commerce, a research organization which dates back to
1754, set a deadline of 2030 to fundamentally redesign British
agriculture to withstand the climate crisis and worrying trends in
public health. “What we eat, and how we produce it, is damaging people
and the planet,” the report said. “This is not some dystopian future;
this is happening here and now, on our watch.”

After Bradbrook’s speech, I asked her why she thought Extinction
Rebellion, which bears many resemblances to fringe campaigns that she
has organized in the past, had caught the popular imagination. “I’m a
bit, like, ‘We’re dreaming,’ a lot of the time,” she replied. “The
movement wanted to come into existence. It wanted to exist. People were
in this hideous feeling. I think that summer of really freaky weather,
the I.P.C.C. report—there was a lot that was going, Something is not
right here.” We were sitting in the shade in the corner of the park. A
flamenco guitarist had taken Bradbrook’s place onstage. It was too soon
to say whether X.R. was the start of something momentous. “I mean, we
can’t be with this group,” Bradbrook said. She cast an appraising eye
over the crowd, which looked like the kind of London crowd that would
turn out for flamenco guitar. “There are clearly too many white people.
There is nothing wrong with being white, but we are missing loads of our
people.”

During her speech, Bradbrook had referred to the delicate work of making
X.R. an international movement, especially in poorer countries already
directly affected by the climate crisis. The group and its tactics can
come across as a very British rebellion. “I just like swearing and being
cheeky,” Bradbrook said at one point. “You don’t have to fit to this
mold of straitjacketed, stick-up-your-arse Britishness.” Everything from
X.R.’s branding to the—so far—tolerant police handling of its protests,
from the group’s Cotswolds origins to the fraught, somewhat distracted
context of British politics, have played a role in its indigenous
success. “Now, is that going to work in America, or in France?”
Bradbrook asked.

In the U.K., the next steps for X.R. are a proposed tax
protest—activists are planning to withhold their taxes until the
government enacts more urgent environmental policies—and what the group
has called “high-risk, high-sacrifice” actions, which will probably
include an attempt to shut down Heathrow Airport. “You have to keep
building,” Bradbrook said. “Movements have to move forward.” The
alternative, at this point, is returning to the despair of doing
nothing. “Who wants to sit in that feeling?” Bradbrook asked. “That is
not what your life is supposed to be about.”