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Is the climate more important than Brexit? Actually, they have something in common...



There’s an impressive encampment of climate change protestors in the Marble Arch area of London. They’ve blocked the entrances to Oxford Street, Edgware Road and Park Lane, so are causing a fair amount of disruption to London traffic, as they intended. It would be churlish to point out that pollution levels are rising in surrounding streets. That’s temporary, where as the climate disaster is likely to be very permanent.

As I walked among the dozens of tents this morning, where people had spent the night, I was reminded of my teenage years in the 1980s demonstrating against nuclear weapons. In the height of the Cold War, when Reagan and Thatcher faced off against the Soviet Union, they appeared to represent the ultimate existential threat.

I remember camping out on Clapham Common in 1985 and using it as a base for demos and protests in a week of action. The Leader of Lambeth Council, ‘Red’ Ted Knight, paid us a visit. At the time, if you’d asked me why I spent more time focused on CND than, say, Anti-Apartheid, the industrial disputes of the era or other pressing social issues, I would have answered in the same way as today’s eco-warriors: if the bomb goes off, the rest doesn’t matter.

Some of the current protesters get even more specific. Climate change is more important than the hellish issue of Brexit, they say. There is compelling logic to this and, although I voted Remain and worry about the consequences of the stupid decision the UK made back in 2016, it’s impossible to ignore the nagging voice that says maybe everything has just a little out of proportion.

When you hear Lord Adonis or David Lammy or Anna Soubry talk on the subject of the UK’s exit from the EU, they all seem obsessed to the point of complete distraction. Meanwhile, the polar ice caps are fast melting and by 2050, there will be more plastic in the oceans by weight than fish.
Of course, one could make a logical argument that climate change will only be fought effectively through multinational collaboration of the type fostered by institutions such as the EU. But the argument seems fairly feeble when confronted with the urgency of the problems highlighted by demonstrators and the snail-like bureaucracy for which Brussels is renowned.

There is, I feel, a close parallel between Brexit and climate change though and it’s to do with human psychology in response to looming, self-inflicted disaster. Brexit has gone to the wire. Theresa May gambled on the deadline of a disastrous cliff-edge departure focusing the minds of lawmakers. The deadline loomed and people started to panic. Some – such as Yvette Cooper and Oliver Letwin – actually tried to take control of the situation to a degree.

But notice what’s happened now. After the extension granted by the European Council, everyone gave a huge sigh of relief. Despite Donald Tusk’s salutary warning that we should not waste our time, we have started to drift. Talks go on between the two major parties, although little is known of the detail. No need to worry. We have more time again.

I admire the climate activists, who will no doubt be vindicated. The science behind global warming and pollution is overwhelming and the evidence of their impact is already being felt in countless ways. My sense of human nature, however, is that it will take the flood waters to reach Marble Arch before anyone is prepared to change their lifestyle of throwaway convenience.

As a teenager, I would have driven by optimism. Today, I am not so sure.


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