Sacred Rites Or Selfish Rights
A frequent problem I have with discussing environment is that actual discussion is almost impossible when there is no shared reality. It is easy enough to show why 2+2=5 is wrong and what the right answer is, but how do you respond to the claim that:
2 + 2 = (camels/g) marrying fire
It’s not just a problem of no common language, there seems to be no common reality to work with or from.
In our culture most people lack even the most simple understanding of how the natural world works and what the implications of disrupting it are for them. I do not expect that the average person have much practical knowledge of ecology or climate, although it does shock me to learn that they imagine that they will still have food as the natural systems collapse. Also lacking is any sense of history or perspective to give them a context for making intelligent choices. Add to that an unbelievable sense of entitlement and what you get is not a formula for rational discourse.
While this disconnect pervades every aspect of the alleged discourse it is the latter that surprises me most. The expectation that because one has happened to enjoy privilege as a consequence of living in one of the militarily most powerful societies, one therefore deserves to continue to in privilege regardless of the consequences for anyone else … where does that come from?
Be that as it may, the expectation of privilege is only one aspect of the convoluted non-thinking that surrounds the issue, so let’s unpack one specific example to get a sense of it.
As part of my attempts to be a socially responsible citizen and moral person I try to live on a diet that is 90% vegan (as recommended by the UN to fight climate change), and 90% (by weight) locavore (ie locally grown, within 100 km approx).
One of the more common reactions I get to this is “so what do you eat?” It is oh so tempting to prey on their self-inflicted credulity by claiming I forage on lichens and pond weed, but for the most part I don’t. Instead I try to understand why they seem to think that this diet would leave one nothing to eat.
The other night I had a friend over for dinner and feeling in a playful mood I decided I wanted to make a meal that included dishes that were variously bitter, salty, sour, sweet and savoury, IE covering all five tastes. Being short on time I worked almost entirely with what was on hand (IE no special shopping trips) and recipes I knew pretty much from memory, or would just make up as I went. The meal was:
- TVP Sauerbratten (with rhubarb & cranberries)
- Fruit Kugel (apples & cranberries)
- Italian long beans with garlic & chili
- Herbed (tarragon) barley
- Baked potatoes with a horse radish cream sauce
- Tomato salad (3 varieties heritage) with shredded gogi & shiso leaves, sprinkled with zatar
- Pickled Beets
- Multi grain Bread
- bottle of local Reisling
The meal was almost entirely made from scratch (the beets were already pickled, my guest brought the bread and wine) and took approximately 3 hours. Admittedly I love to cook and do have the advantage of a small vegetable garden that was the source for many of the ingredients, including some of the more exotic ones. Further, this was a meal prepared for company and rather more extravagant than I generally eat, but more in the number of dishes than in their variety and type.
Now, could someone please tell me just how is it that I am “suffering” as a consequence of trying to be ethical about my diet? As far as I can tell I eat a healthier, more varied and interesting diet than just about everyone I know.
How is this so? Certainly not through any particular effort on my part. I am basically lazy when it comes to domestic chores of all forms. Even so I regularly have my own vegan locavore versions of everything from Haitian goat curry to Malaysian Rendang.
Part of the problem is that when people discuss “limiting” their diet they speak in terms of the possible choices rather than the actual that they make. The truth is that most people regularly cycle through a couple of dozen meals, with perhaps a dozen more ‘special occasion recipes, and that’s about it. While they could theoretically be consuming from the full range of available food options, most only consume a very limited number of those choices; the proverbial spaghetti Monday to pizza Saturday with pork chops on Sunday.
In contrast, as a largely vegan locavore my choices are perhaps 10% (I made that number up for the sake of argument) of what theirs are, but I choose to draw from the full range of that is available to me. As such my diet is much more varied and interesting than theirs. If I have limited myself based on principle and ethics, then it is far less limited than how they have limited themselves out of convention and habit.
“The struggle of people against power is a struggle of memory against forgetting“
Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Nonetheless the claim is always that they ‘could not imagine making the sacrifice that I have’. There lie two more clues to our difficulties in making intelligent decisions. The first is a failure of memory and imagination. We do not remember that up until very recently virtually all of humanity were locavores (and without particular hardship or ill effects). Because we cannot remember, we cannot imagine.
“To have the right to remember the past and
to have the right to imagine a future.“
Brian Fawcett, Cambodia: A book for people who find television too slow
The second problem is the understanding of “sacrifice.” As typically used in our culture it refers to what you lose. When someone talks about sacrifice the emphasis is placed on what the person making the sacrifice has lost, what they have given up. In reality the word refers to two parties just as ‘love’ or ‘desire’ do, but in our self-absorbed culture it has become narrowed to only the alleged suffering of the one performing the act.
In fact “sacrifice” comes from the Latin meaning “to perform sacred rites.” Specifically it is a rite for “something given up for the sake of another” It is not about that which is taken away, but that which is given.
Sacrifice is not some transaction of loss and gain, but an interaction creating a greater good by opening oneself to the other. Opening myself to the awareness of their loss, not mine. It is an act of love. A sacred ritual of giving where we receive the opportunity to be fully human and intimate, a chance to cast aside the self-absorbed and isolated, frightened person that I typically am and become something greater, almost glimpsing what it means to be whole.
Yes, I make my supposed sacrifices gladly (although they are hardly a burden). I gain so much through these acts of love, lose so much when I turn away from them; how could I possibly do otherwise?
“A belief is not merely an idea that the mind possesses;
it is an idea that possesses the mind.“