How can you not love her? How can you not want to be like her?
Apparently some men suffer from what is called "'industrial breadwinner masculinity’ where they see the world as separated between humans and nature... The corollary to this is that climate science, for skeptics, becomes feminized—or viewed as 'oppositional to assumed entitlements of masculine primacy.'
"As Thunberg approached America, she was followed by a tsunami of male rage. On her first day of sailing, a multi-millionaire Brexit activist tweeted that he wished a freak accident would destroy her boat. A conservative Australian columnist called her a 'deeply disturbed messiah of the global warming movement,' while the British far-right activist David Vance attacked the 'sheer petulance of this arrogant child.'
"In the U.S., former Trump staffer Steve Milloy recently called Thunberg a 'teenage puppet,' and claimed that 'the world laughs at this Greta charade,' while a widely shared far-right meme showed Trump tipping The Statue of Liberty to crush her boat."
If you care about Greta, a tiny 16-year-old girl, and her cause, you need to read this article in The New Republic: The Misogyny of Climate Deniers. Based on a growing body of research linking gender reactionaries to climate-denialism, these new findings come on top of evidence that supports a link between climate deniers and the anti-feminist far-right.
It paints an ugly picture of some men who are at first misogynists who can't handle change in any shape or form if they perceive it as an attack on their masculinity and position in a world where they see themselves at the top and are making all the decisions.
So, G.A.Ls for Gaia, know your enemies and carry on by standing up for Gaia. And Greta.
Doing Sanctuary at the Miccosukee Embassy in Miami can sometimes seem like doing time in prison. Talk about banality. Thankfully the place has a great sound system. When it's just me and Haalie, I turn up the volume and the voluminous space fills with music that bounces off the stone floors and ricochets off the glass walls. And we dance like no one is watching. I love how my little girl dances so freely, so happily.
But when I discovered this song, I couldn't dance. I had to grab up Haalie and hold her tightly, to slowly sway to the music as one.
That song made me think of my life, the war for Gaia I fought with Nokosee and the child that was born on that fateful night deep in the burning Everglades as we fought for our lives. I love its refrain because that's how I feel. Although I've been stuck here for some time, Haalie makes it doable. And the music restores my soul's purpose.
Holatte-Sutv Turwv Osceola.