one is happy about this. No one thinks this is the right way to live. But we don’t know what to do. We don’t know how to feel. And so, a part of us falls silent. We play tricks on our soul. We slide into a strange double life, “caught,” says eco-philosopher Joanna Macy, (see page 187) “between a sense of impending apocalypse and the fear of acknowl

“Our economy is at war with many forms of life on earth, including human life,”45 and sometimes the solution: we need a “Marshall Plan for the Earth.”

But make no mistake: our predicament is similar to that of displaced native people. We too are isolated from the land. The only real difference is that we’ve done it to ourselves. Of course, it would be obscene to equate the predicament of habitat-deprived white people with that of displaced native people around the world, but there are undeniable