OPINION:
I can clearly remember 2021. You were 3, in a hurry to turn 4. We had a pear tree ready to plant for your fourth birthday. I was a "criminal" grandma by then, with my first conviction for occupying an oil support vessel and another criminal charge pending. We didn't yet have the law on our side but it was turning. Ecocide was coming. The oil and coal barons knew it but their arrogance blinded them.
People still mined coal in 2021, even here in Aotearoa. I'm so embarrassed at the greed of my generation.
I think it was the great coronavirus pandemic of 2020 that shook us into paying attention to the science — at least in Aotearoa. The Zero Carbon Act was in place, the Climate Commission gave their prognosis, all that was left was for Jacinda Ardern to lead us through the transformation. We knew she could, but did she have the balls? (Pardon my language dear, at my age I can't be bothered with protocol.)
A few other things shook us out of our collective stupor in 2020, beginning with darkness on New Year's Day from the first of the great Australian fires. Its black carbon stained Antarctica's white wilderness. Can you imagine Antarctica pure, untouched, white? I'm sorry you will never see it, nor the fabulous coral reefs. I gashed my leg snorkelling once. Ahh, coral. Unbelievably beautiful. And sharp as a butcher's knife.