The Greatest Generation

The Greatest Generation. The first generation to name themselves.
They raped the land, the air, the seas. Much as they did the women of this planet.
It was hidden. Deep inside. Pain. Deep pain. The Earth, and women, do not forget.
The Greatest Generation. They used this planet’s resources. Sure to take every bit of them with them.
They took the oil. That kills marine wildlife when they rise to the surface to breath.
They made plastics. That fill our woods, rivers, ponds, oceans, and is eaten by starving wildlife.
They filled the air with toxic fumes, so thick no one could see the house across the street.
Their children and grandchildren arrived. Slowly. Birth rates lowered. Sickness spread. Cancer grew rampant.
Their children became adults and fought to make the planet produce food again. To make the air breathable. Make the water drinkable. Lower health risks.
We made slow progress. As so many did not want to give up the comforts of the current generations. Things. Only things. Things that had not existed in the tens of thousands of years of human history.
Once again, our air, water, land, and lives are threatened.
I remember the Trinity River. It flowed rather like a mud pie sliding down hill. Millions drank from that mud pie. What toxins caused permanent damage for them, and all future generations?
I remember when Hospice nurses were told to flush un-used drugs when a patient died, so they wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. Now, we know, as I did then, they end up in our drinking water. As does RoundUp, and every other chemical we pour into the soil.
Even know, the water is so dangerous, it comes to our homes as bleach water. Too many times, I’ve drank it from the tap. Too many times, I’ve suffered mouth burns from the bleach. I’ve lost many teeth to the bleach in the water we are supposed to drink.
This is the first time in my life I am glad I don’t have children. I would not want them, as new adults, to be struggling with survival. Wondering if the air is safe to breathe. Or the water to drink. If they will ever have healthcare. Or a home to live in. Wondering if their children will be born with deadly, or life-altering birth defects, requiring constant care until their deaths.
I don’t wish this questions, or their unlikely answers, on the young adults of today. I wish them hope. I wish them food, clothing, shelter, family. All things they may lose as the Greatest Generation struggles to return us to a time when there were no regulations.
The Greatest Generation. The Generation that had to build landfills. They throw more away in one week, than our ancestors did in an entire lifetime.
They have ensured that those few humans who survive will be able to mine there garbage pits for over a thousand years.
The Greatest Generation. The ones who left their children and grandchildren behind. A mess to clean up. Little food. Little safe water. Floods of epic proportions.
An endangered species list, that grows to include us.
Towering garbage piles, swarmed by birds, rats, and wild dogs.
Mother Nature has a way of responding to threats.
She has earthquakes. They are increasing due to drilling.
She has volcanoes. Many are being wakened by drilling, and other human activities. Plugging them with our garbage would only complicate matters.
She has hurricanes. They devastate the coasts. Where people congregate.
She is tossing and turning in her sleep.
Will the Greatest Generation waken her full fury?
Or will their children and grandchildren, manage to calm her restless spirit?