It’s selfish, but one thing I hate about living in central Toronto is that there are sirens of one type or another audible almost all day and all night long. Even when no sirens can actually be heard, I hear them screaming in my imagination.
The message: “It’s an emergency! But you can’t do anything about it” is frustrating and also a reminder of my feelings of pained impotence in response to climate change.
Author: Milan
In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. Between 2005 and 2007 I completed an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford. I worked for five years for the Canadian federal government, including completing the Accelerated Economist Training Program, and then completed a PhD in Political Science at the University of Toronto in 2023.
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What a strong metaphor you have created. You have done quite a bit to contribute to the awareness of the seriousness of climate change. Your divestment brief is helping others organize and present their divestment campaigns.
During the last few icy days the sirens have been constant day and night. They make me want to scream out the window and they cut effectively through any combination of ear plugs and white noise.