Who is to Blame?

Have you ever cursed the open overhead cabinet door for coming in contact with your head? It’s funny how angry we can get at an inanimate object. Spilled milk. A locked door. The leaking roof. We ignore the fact that the object in question is really innocent. It is we who spill, lock, and fail to maintain. This “not my fault” subconscious reaction helps us deal with the frustrations of daily life. Seemingly beneficial and inconsequential, this response can also skew our better judgment.

Oil, coal, methane, carbon dioxide, and mercury are not to blame for pollution and sickness. It is we who mine, burn, and dump. The fossilized remains of ancient life hidden in the sand under a forest in Canada are not what make the Athabasca Oil Sands an environmental disaster. Should the Keystone XL Pipeline Project move forward, should we actually go ahead and increase the extraction and production of bitumen crude and send it 1,179 miles to the south through a 36-inch pipe, humanity — not the oil — will be the defendant on trial for all that goes wrong in court of ecological health.

Athabasca Oil Sand 1984 from NASA Earth Observatory
Athabasca Oil Sands, 1984, NASA Earth Observatory

Athabasca Oil Sands from NASA Earth Observatory
Athabasca Oil Sands, 2011, NASA Earth Observatory

We must control our actions. We must accept responsibility for our part in closing the cabinet door, moving the glass of milk out of the way, and repairing the old roof. And we must stop exploiting Earth’s elements. Period.

Who is responsible for climate change? I really don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me. I reject that question entirely, because this decade’s old call for awareness has turned into THE scapegoat for consequences that ARE entirely our fault. Instead of using every scientific mind to find alternatives to the exploitation, we waste time looking for proof that we’ve done something wrong. Pollution. Surface destruction. Tainted water. Wasted water. Sick children. Dead birds. I can laugh at myself for yelling at the cabinet door, but beyond that it gets just plain embarrassing.