Why I went to Washington
For the second time since taking the moniker of GreenGranny I have traveled to Washington, DC. The main reason for the trip was business: I had an opportunity to earn money in my former career of highway safety, despite having been mostly retired for the past 30 months. In my present financial circumstances there was no way that I was going to turn down the earned income involved in the trip. Including myself, I'm still at least partially supporting ten people.
Weeks prior to the 2009 Washington trip I realized that my environmental contacts from the January 2007 trip were too busy to meet with me. They didn't tell me so explicitly, but I could figure it out myself. Federal employees were documenting "progress" of the outgoing administration and preparing for the transition to the Obama Presidency and the new federal agency head they would soon be working for.
Working for a lame duck administration can't be fun. I'm sure most federal workers look forward to a fresh start, perhaps with a sense of relief that reality (science) would once again play a role in matters of public policy. In any case, their main priority was to get all their ducks in a row. I will contact them again later in the year.
The self-employed environmentalist I met two years ago was similarly occupied, and our mutual efforts to set up a meeting were thwarted. I decided to focus on the opportunity to "green" the annual conference of my professional organization. Before getting to that, there are other matters to relate, such as the emotional tone of my trip and the incongruities of "green" that I encountered.
Inauguration In the Air
I arrived just under two weeks before the Inauguration of our 44th President. Washington-Reagan National Airport was abnormally quiet, apparently due to the recession. My hotel near the airport was similarly affected. Workers had been laid off, and I'm sure those still employed were seeing smaller incomes. I decided the least I could do, having the good fortune of paid work in this city, was to give tips as best I could to the service staff who depend on that as a source of income. The thousands of visitors soon to descend upon the city would transfer money to the hotel maids and wait persons and tour bus drivers, and it would surely be welcomed.
In spite of the recession, the mood was upbeat everywhere I went. Perhaps the political losers had already left on an extended vacation, but everyone seemed a part of the jubilation. I had not previously experienced the rare phenomenon in a society that occurs when some event triggers a universal sense of good will and mutual understanding. People had a spring in their step, a gleam in their eye, a head held higher. I felt happy to see it. Indeed, an observer might have described me in that same way.
I doubt any presidential election, transition, and inauguration has ever been felt so strongly at the personal level. The effective use of Internet communications conveyed inclusiveness and enabled broader participation and accessibility to the entire election process. But the issues mattered too. Ordinary People, move up to the top of the agenda. Environment, come on board along with them.
The victory belonged to each of us, and to everyone. The victory was in gaining a opportunity to make things better, and not a guarantee of success. If an African-American of mixed racial heritage with a foreign-sounding name had achieved the Presidency, what worthy thing is there that we should not aspire to do? What changed was the perception that we can succeed.
As individuals and as a people, we are pumped up and on a roll. Perhaps there is only a superficial consensus as to the priorities of government and solutions to pressing problems. No matter. We live in a free and energized society. The clouds on the horizon will arrive another day. In any case, whatever the challenges facing us or the realities grasped, we will apply ourselves to what needs to be done.
As I moved about the city on subway, bus, and on foot, I saw the bleacher seating being erected along Pennsylvania Avenue, the inaugural parade route. I saw the provisions for huge crowds and for security being set up. I saw the Capitol dome and the Washington Monument from all sorts of vantage points, but without the throngs yet to come. And I soaked it all up, trying to fix the images and feelings in my mind.
The Green and the Un-Green
I was on my way to the National Building Museum and its exhibit "Green Communities." At the Metro Center subway station where I needed to transfer, I looked up and took a gulp. Signs were everywhere. The same sign, some huge, some smaller, on walls, on pillars. The same sign everywhere I looked.
"Reality--There is no such thing as clean coal."
The very redundancy of the signs gave the message power. I had never seen a display like that in a Metro station. Who put it there? If it were not done under official auspices, all these many signs could not have been placed before authorities would have been taking them down. That mystery is unresolved, but what joy at seeing that message in such a prominent place!
My hotel room had a card "Save Our Planet" with instructions on how the occupant could reduce laundry and with that, water and energy consumption. The first day the maid took the towel I had carefully hung on the towel bar. I guess no one had told her about the card, which was printed in English only. On other days my towel stayed put on the rack. Staff training must be a continual effort for a hotel.
One day, as thanks for my tip, the maid left a bottle of water. I left it alone, hoping to convey the message that not everyone wanted bottled water. Communication is no easier between workers and hotel occupants than it is between workers and hotel management. Workers want to please and not get into trouble, and the most reliable course of action for them is to assume customers desire endless consumption and waste of resources. Many if not most customers still do.
The incongruities of green and not-green continued throughout my visit. At dinner with friends one night, I mentioned to my companions I would take the leftover bread back to my room rather than have it thrown out, unless they wished to take it. The way I do this is to gather up the paper napkin under the bread and stick the little package in my purse.
I was away from the table for a few moments, during which time the bread basket was removed by the waiter. Apparently immediately thereafter, a dining companion mentioned to the waiter I had wanted the bread, hoping to retrieve what had been just removed. When I returned to the table I was horrified to see a large Styrofoam container full of fresh bread! The waiter was doing his best to please me, or so he thought. I wondered how so much could go wrong in so short a time.
Alas, it was not a teachable moment. Trying to convey my desire and purpose to the waiter was not going to work. I picked up the container of bread, feeling like I had a newly spawned monster in my arms. Back in my hotel room, it could join the array of small or individually packaged peanuts, cookies and mints that I had accumulated during the trip that were now causing environmental guilt. Even the little coffee maker used disposable cups, and I wasn't smart enough to substitute a drinking glass. At least I left the little bottles of shampoo etcetera in the bathroom mostly alone, so they would not be replentished during my stay.
My day of work meetings took place at another hotel, and bottled water showed up again, set out at intervals along our tables. I'd been seeing a welcomed return to water pitchers at similar meeting functions around the country. I thought, we have to let hotel management know what pleases or displeases us. A communication from our organization management might help achieve change. Better yet, we could put a model green meeting policy into any future contract we set up for our meeting space.
Our organization has substituted conference calls for numerous meetings and enables some members to participate in that way even when other members are meeting face to face. It has worked surprisingly well. I am hard of hearing and was apprehensive about conference calls at first, but they worked for me. Still, there remains much good that comes from occasional face-to-face work sessions with ones professional peers, and the greenhouse gas emissions from that travel weighs on the minds of many of us. We have to pull back from travel still more. In this regard and many others, the recession is our helpmate.
A Step Forward and a New Challenge
Back to the professional meeting that brought me to Washington. One issue under discussion was how to deal with some organizational and financial changes beyond our control. We needed to formulate our response and were brainstorming ideas about how our organization could move forward. One person, highly respected by the group including myself, offered the idea that organizations such as ours sometimes obtain financial support from corporate entities. The implication was that the corporation gets a better public image out of the deal.
I had been standing along the wall to stretch my back, but now I moved forward to take hold of the back of my chair and speak to the group.
"I really have trouble with this suggestion," I began. My thoughts were racing--the corporation buys credibility and public favor by supporting our organization but essentially we have no control over whether it behaves responsibly. The corporation's bottom line is profit. Sooner or later a motive like public service, even if sincere at the time, is going to wear thin, and we won't know when we become merely a facade. When the facade is no longer useful, then we'll be tossed aside. Obtaining stability or security for our organization cannot be achieved this way. It's the highway safety equivalent of green-washing.
I mentally thanked Keith Farnish, the co-founder of Green Seniors and author of the Unsuitablog, for the mental preparation I was now drawing upon in a new context.
I went on to say something to the effect that highway safety's bottom line was saving lives while a corporation's was making money. The two were not a good match, I said, and making ourselves in any way dependent upon such an entity was a slippery slope to be avoided at all costs.
There was a moment of silence. As my words sunk in, they seemed to be taken to heart. No other comments were offered on the idea, and we went on to discuss other alternatives.
When the meeting concluded late in the afternoon, participants became engaged with small private discussions, taking advantage of the opportunity to speak to one another in person--for we all had come from different states. I hurried over to the Program Chair for next summer's annual conference.
"I've been told you want the greenest possible conference this year. Is that correct?"
"Yes!" she replied.
"To help us achieve that, may I solicit information and ask questions of all relevant sources, including facilities and vendors, by indicating I act under your authority?"
"Yes, definitely!"
I said I would take on this mission as a volunteer. It would have nothing to do with my other roles in the organization or be included in any contract work I might perform.
In a way I felt like I had taken on Mission Impossible. The organization wants as many people to travel to the conference as possible, and with today's transportation technology and infrastructure, that can't be green. Sadly, it is the antithesis of green. I also was well aware that by this time, most hotels have impressive green policies primarily driven by economics, and imperfectly adhered to.
Where was more greening going to happen? We didn't have money to rent zero-emission buses or do any of the flashy things that "green" conferences often do.
How could this opportunity to green our conference be used to educate our membership and promote environmental stewardship far beyond this one event? I need new ideas. I have to think outside the box. If you have thoughts, please speak up!
Our culture of environmental degradation is a big ship to turn around. The recession has caused a let-up on the throttle. Now we move the rudder...
YES, WE CAN!
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