Losing Earth: The Decade We
Almost Stopped Climate Change
Editor’s Note
This narrative by Nathaniel Rich is a
work of history, addressing the 10-year period from 1979 to 1989: the
decisive decade when humankind first came to a broad understanding of
the causes and dangers of climate change. Complementing the text is a
series of aerial photographs and videos, all shot over the past year by
George Steinmetz. With support from the Pulitzer Center,
this two-part article is based on 18 months of reporting and well over a
hundred interviews. It tracks the efforts of a small group of American
scientists, activists and politicians to raise the alarm and stave off
catastrophe. It will come as a revelation to many readers — an agonizing
revelation — to understand how thoroughly they grasped the problem and
how close they came to solving it. Jake Silverstein
Prologue
The world has warmed more than one degree
Celsius since the Industrial Revolution. The Paris climate agreement —
the nonbinding, unenforceable and already unheeded treaty signed on
Earth Day in 2016 — hoped to restrict warming to two degrees. The odds
of succeeding, according to a recent study based on current emissions
trends, are one in 20. If by some miracle we are able to limit warming
to two degrees, we will only have to negotiate the extinction of the
world’s tropical reefs, sea-level rise of several meters and the
abandonment of the Persian Gulf. The climate scientist James Hansen has
called two-degree warming “a prescription for long-term disaster.”
Long-term disaster is now the best-case scenario. Three-degree warming
is a prescription for short-term disaster: forests in the Arctic and the
loss of most coastal cities. Robert Watson, a former director of the
United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, has argued
that three-degree warming is the realistic minimum. Four degrees: Europe
in permanent drought; vast areas of China, India and Bangladesh claimed
by desert; Polynesia swallowed by the sea; the Colorado River thinned
to a trickle; the American Southwest largely uninhabitable. The prospect
of a five-degree warming has prompted some of the world’s leading
climate scientists to warn of the end of human civilization.
Is it a comfort or a curse, the knowledge that we could have avoided all this?
Because in the decade that ran from 1979
to 1989, we had an excellent opportunity to solve the climate crisis.
The world’s major powers came within several signatures of endorsing a
binding, global framework to reduce carbon emissions — far closer than
we’ve come since. During those years, the conditions for success could
not have been more favorable. The obstacles we blame for our current
inaction had yet to emerge. Almost nothing stood in our way — nothing
except ourselves.
Nearly everything we understand about
global warming was understood in 1979. By that year, data collected
since 1957 confirmed what had been known since before the turn of the
20th century: Human beings have altered Earth’s atmosphere through the
indiscriminate burning of fossil fuels. The main scientific questions
were settled beyond debate, and as the 1980s began, attention turned
from diagnosis of the problem to refinement of the predicted
consequences. Compared with string theory and genetic engineering, the
“greenhouse effect” — a metaphor dating to the early 1900s — was ancient
history, described in any Introduction to Biology textbook. Nor was the
basic science especially complicated. It could be reduced to a simple
axiom: The more carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, the warmer the planet.
And every year, by burning coal, oil and gas, humankind belched
increasingly obscene quantities of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.
Why didn’t we act? A common boogeyman
today is the fossil-fuel industry, which in recent decades has committed
to playing the role of villain with comic-book bravado. An entire
subfield of climate literature has chronicled the machinations of
industry lobbyists, the corruption of scientists and the propaganda
campaigns that even now continue to debase the political debate, long
after the largest oil-and-gas companies have abandoned the dumb show of
denialism. But the coordinated efforts to bewilder the public did not
begin in earnest until the end of 1989. During the preceding decade,
some of the largest oil companies, including Exxon and Shell, made
good-faith efforts to understand the scope of the crisis and grapple
with possible solutions.
Nor can the Republican Party be blamed.
Today, only 42 percent of Republicans know that “most scientists believe
global warming is occurring,” and that percentage is falling. But
during the 1980s, many prominent Republicans joined Democrats in judging
the climate problem to be a rare political winner: nonpartisan and of
the highest possible stakes. Among those who called for urgent,
immediate and far-reaching climate policy were Senators John Chafee,
Robert Stafford and David Durenberger; the E.P.A. administrator, William
K. Reilly; and, during his campaign for president, George H.W. Bush. As
Malcolm Forbes Baldwin, the acting chairman of the president’s Council
for Environmental Quality, told industry executives in 1981, “There can
be no more important or conservative concern than the protection of the
globe itself.” The issue was unimpeachable, like support for veterans or
small business. Except the climate had an even broader constituency,
composed of every human being on Earth.
It was understood that action would have
to come immediately. At the start of the 1980s, scientists within the
federal government predicted that conclusive evidence of warming would
appear on the global temperature record by the end of the decade, at
which point it would be too late to avoid disaster. More than 30 percent
of the human population lacked access to electricity. Billions of
people would not need to attain the “American way of life” in order to
drastically increase global carbon emissions; a light bulb in every
village would do it. A report prepared at the request of the White House
by the National Academy of Sciences advised that “the carbon-dioxide
issue should appear on the international agenda in a context that will
maximize cooperation and consensus-building and minimize political
manipulation, controversy and division.” If the world had adopted the
proposal widely endorsed at the end of the ’80s — a freezing of carbon
emissions, with a reduction of 20 percent by 2005 — warming could have
been held to less than 1.5 degrees.
A broad international consensus had
settled on a solution: a global treaty to curb carbon emissions. The
idea began to coalesce as early as February 1979, at the first World
Climate Conference in Geneva, when scientists from 50 nations agreed
unanimously that it was “urgently necessary” to act. Four months later,
at the Group of 7 meeting in Tokyo, the leaders of the world’s seven
wealthiest nations signed a statement resolving to reduce carbon
emissions. Ten years later, the first major diplomatic meeting to
approve the framework for a binding treaty was called in the
Netherlands. Delegates from more than 60 nations attended, with the goal
of establishing a global summit meeting to be held about a year later.
Among scientists and world leaders, the sentiment was unanimous: Action
had to be taken, and the United States would need to lead. It didn’t.
The inaugural chapter of the
climate-change saga is over. In that chapter — call it Apprehension — we
identified the threat and its consequences. We spoke, with increasing
urgency and self-delusion, of the prospect of triumphing against long
odds. But we did not seriously consider the prospect of failure. We
understood what failure would mean for global temperatures, coastlines,
agricultural yield, immigration patterns, the world economy. But we have
not allowed ourselves to comprehend what failure might mean for us. How
will it change the way we see ourselves, how we remember the past, how
we imagine the future? Why did we do this to ourselves? These questions
will be the subject of climate change’s second chapter — call it The
Reckoning. There can be no understanding of our current and future
predicament without understanding why we failed to solve this problem
when we had the chance.
That we came so close, as a civilization,
to breaking our suicide pact with fossil fuels can be credited to the
efforts of a handful of people, among them a hyperkinetic lobbyist and a
guileless atmospheric physicist who, at great personal cost, tried to
warn humanity of what was coming. They risked their careers in a
painful, escalating campaign to solve the problem, first in scientific
reports, later through conventional avenues of political persuasion and
finally with a strategy of public shaming. Their efforts were shrewd,
passionate, robust. And they failed. What follows is their story, and
ours.
Part One 1979–1982
1. ‘This Is the Whole Banana’ Spring 1979
The first suggestion to Rafe Pomerance
that humankind was destroying the conditions necessary for its own
survival came on Page 66 of the government publication EPA-600/7-78-019.
It was a technical report about coal, bound in a coal-black cover with
beige lettering — one of many such reports that lay in uneven piles
around Pomerance’s windowless office on the first floor of the Capitol
Hill townhouse that, in the late 1970s, served as the Washington
headquarters of Friends of the Earth. In the final paragraph of a
chapter on environmental regulation, the coal report’s authors noted
that the continued use of fossil fuels might, within two or three
decades, bring about “significant and damaging” changes to the global
atmosphere.
Pomerance paused, startled, over the
orphaned paragraph. It seemed to have come out of nowhere. He reread it.
It made no sense to him. Pomerance was not a scientist; he graduated
from Cornell 11 years earlier with a degree in history. He had the
tweedy appearance of an undernourished doctoral student emerging at dawn
from the stacks. He wore horn-rimmed glasses and a thickish mustache
that wilted disapprovingly over the corners of his mouth, though his
defining characteristic was his gratuitous height, 6 feet 4 inches,
which seemed to embarrass him; he stooped over to accommodate his
interlocutors. He had an active face prone to breaking out in wide, even
maniacal grins, but in composure, as when he read the coal pamphlet, it
projected concern. He struggled with technical reports. He proceeded as
a historian might: cautiously, scrutinizing the source material,
reading between the lines. When that failed, he made phone calls, often
to the authors of the reports, who tended to be surprised to hear from
him. Scientists, he had found, were not in the habit of fielding
questions from political lobbyists. They were not in the habit of
thinking about politics.
Pomerance had one big question about the
coal report. If the burning of coal, oil and natural gas could invite
global catastrophe, why had nobody told him about it? If anyone in
Washington — if anyone in the United States — should have been aware of
such a danger, it was Pomerance. As the deputy legislative director of
Friends of the Earth, the wily, pugnacious nonprofit that David Brower
helped found after resigning from the Sierra Club a decade earlier,
Pomerance was one of the nation’s most connected environmental
activists. That he was as easily accepted in the halls of the Dirksen
Senate Office Building as at Earth Day rallies might have had something
to do with the fact that he was a Morgenthau — the great-grandson of
Henry Sr., Woodrow Wilson’s ambassador to the Ottoman Empire;
great-nephew of Henry Jr., Franklin D. Roosevelt’s Treasury secretary;
second cousin to Robert, district attorney for Manhattan. Or perhaps it
was just his charisma — voluble, energetic and obsessive, he seemed to
be everywhere, speaking with everyone, in a very loud voice, at once.
His chief obsession was air. After working as an organizer for welfare
rights, he spent the second half of his 20s laboring to protect and
expand the Clean Air Act, the comprehensive law regulating air
pollution. That led him to the problem of acid rain, and the coal
report.
He
showed the unsettling paragraph to his office mate, Betsy Agle. Had she
ever heard of the “greenhouse effect”? Was it really possible that
human beings were overheating the planet?
Agle shrugged. She hadn’t heard about it, either.
That might have been the end of it, had
Agle not greeted Pomerance in the office a few mornings later holding a
copy of a newspaper forwarded by Friends of the Earth’s Denver office.
Isn’t this what you were talking about the other day? she asked.
Agle pointed to an article about a
prominent geophysicist named Gordon MacDonald, who was conducting a
study on climate change with the Jasons, the mysterious coterie of elite
scientists to which he belonged. Pomerance hadn’t heard of MacDonald,
but he knew all about the Jasons. They were like one of those teams of
superheroes with complementary powers that join forces in times of
galactic crisis. They had been brought together by federal agencies,
including the C.I.A, to devise scientific solutions to national-security
problems: how to detect an incoming missile; how to predict fallout
from a nuclear bomb; how to develop unconventional weapons, like
plague-infested rats. The Jasons’ activities had been a secret until the
publication of the Pentagon Papers, which exposed their plan to festoon
the Ho Chi Minh Trail with motion sensors that signaled to bombers.
After the furor that followed — protesters set MacDonald’s garage on
fire — the Jasons began to use their powers for peace instead of war.
There was an urgent problem that demanded
their attention, MacDonald believed, because human civilization faced
an existential crisis. In “How to Wreck the Environment,” a 1968 essay
published while he was a science adviser to Lyndon Johnson, MacDonald
predicted a near future in which “nuclear weapons were effectively
banned and the weapons of mass destruction were those of environmental
catastrophe.” One of the most potentially devastating such weapons, he
believed, was the gas that we exhaled with every breath: carbon dioxide.
By vastly increasing carbon emissions, the world’s most advanced
militaries could alter weather patterns and wreak famine, drought and
economic collapse.
In the decade since then, MacDonald had
been alarmed to see humankind begin in earnest to weaponize weather —
not out of malice, but unwittingly. During the spring of 1977 and the
summer of 1978, the Jasons met to determine what would happen once the
concentration of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere doubled from
pre-Industrial Revolution levels. It was an arbitrary milestone, the
doubling, but a useful one, as its inevitability was not in question;
the threshold would most likely be breached by 2035. The Jasons’ report
to the Department of Energy, “The Long-Term Impact of Atmospheric Carbon
Dioxide on Climate,” was written in an understated tone that only
enhanced its nightmarish findings: Global temperatures would increase by
an average of two to three degrees Celsius; Dust Bowl conditions would
“threaten large areas of North America, Asia and Africa”; access to
drinking water and agricultural production would fall, triggering mass
migration on an unprecedented scale. “Perhaps the most ominous feature,”
however, was the effect of a changing climate on the poles. Even a
minimal warming “could lead to rapid melting” of the West Antarctic ice
sheet. The ice sheet contained enough water to raise the level of the
oceans 16 feet.
The Jasons sent the report to dozens of
scientists in the United States and abroad; to industry groups like the
National Coal Association and the Electric Power Research Institute; and
within the government, to the National Academy of Sciences, the
Commerce Department, the E.P.A., NASA, the Pentagon, the N.S.A., every
branch of the military, the National Security Council and the White
House.
Pomerance read about the atmospheric
crisis in a state of shock that swelled briskly into outrage. “This,” he
told Betsy Agle, “is the whole banana.”
Gordon MacDonald worked at the federally
funded Mitre Corporation, a think tank that works with agencies
throughout the government. His title was senior research analyst, which
was another way of saying senior science adviser to the
national-intelligence community. After a single phone call, Pomerance, a
former Vietnam War protester and conscientious objector, drove several
miles on the Beltway to a group of anonymous white office buildings that
more closely resembled the headquarters of a regional banking firm than
the solar plexus of the American military-industrial complex. He was
shown into the office of a brawny, soft-spoken man in blocky,
horn-rimmed frames, who extended a hand like a bear’s paw.
“I’m glad you’re interested in this,” MacDonald said, sizing up the young activist.
“How could I not be?” Pomerance said. “How could anyone not be?”
MacDonald
explained that he first studied the carbon-dioxide issue when he was
about Pomerance’s age — in 1961, when he served as an adviser to John F.
Kennedy. Pomerance pieced together that MacDonald, in his youth, had
been something of a prodigy: In his 20s, he advised Dwight D. Eisenhower
on space exploration; at 32, he became a member of the National Academy
of Sciences; at 40, he was appointed to the inaugural Council on
Environmental Quality, where he advised Richard Nixon on the
environmental dangers of burning coal. He monitored the carbon-dioxide
problem the whole time, with increasing alarm.
MacDonald spoke for two hours. Pomerance
was appalled. “If I set up briefings with some people on the Hill,” he
asked MacDonald, “will you tell them what you just told me?”
Thus began the Gordon and Rafe
carbon-dioxide roadshow. Beginning in the spring of 1979, Pomerance
arranged informal briefings with the E.P.A., the National Security
Council, The New York Times, the Council on Environmental Quality and
the Energy Department, which, Pomerance learned, had established an
Office of Carbon Dioxide Effects two years earlier at MacDonald’s
urging. The men settled into a routine, with MacDonald explaining the
science and Pomerance adding the exclamation points. They were surprised
to learn how few senior officials were familiar with the Jasons’
findings, let alone understood the ramifications of global warming. At
last, having worked their way up the federal hierarchy, the two went to
see the president’s top scientist, Frank Press.
Press’s office was in the Old Executive
Office Building, the granite fortress that stands on the White House
grounds just paces away from the West Wing. Out of respect for
MacDonald, Press had summoned to their meeting what seemed to be the
entire senior staff of the president’s Office of Science and Technology
Policy — the officials consulted on every critical matter of energy and
national security. What Pomerance had expected to be yet another casual
briefing assumed the character of a high-level national-security
meeting. He decided to let MacDonald do all the talking. There was no
need to emphasize to Press and his lieutenants that this was an issue of
profound national significance. The hushed mood in the office told him
that this was already understood.
To explain what the carbon-dioxide
problem meant for the future, MacDonald would begin his presentation by
going back more than a century to John Tyndall — an Irish physicist who
was an early champion of Charles Darwin’s work and died after being
accidentally poisoned by his wife. In 1859, Tyndall found that carbon
dioxide absorbed heat and that variations in the composition of the
atmosphere could create changes in climate. These findings inspired
Svante Arrhenius, a Swedish chemist and future Nobel laureate, to deduce
in 1896 that the combustion of coal and petroleum could raise global
temperatures. This warming would become noticeable in a few centuries,
Arrhenius calculated, or sooner if consumption of fossil fuels continued
to increase.
Consumption increased beyond anything the
Swedish chemist could have imagined. Four decades later, a British
steam engineer named Guy Stewart Callendar discovered that, at the
weather stations he observed, the previous five years were the hottest
in recorded history. Humankind, he wrote in a paper, had become “able to
speed up the processes of Nature.” That was in 1939.
MacDonald’s voice was calm but
authoritative, his powerful, heavy hands conveying the force of his
argument. He was a geophysicist trapped in the body of an offensive
lineman — he had turned down a football scholarship to Rice in order to
attend Harvard — and seemed miscast as a preacher of atmospheric physics
and existential doom. His audience listened in bowed silence. Pomerance
couldn’t read them. Political bureaucrats were skilled at hiding their
opinions. Pomerance wasn’t. He shifted restlessly in his chair, glancing
between MacDonald and the government suits, trying to see whether they
grasped the shape of the behemoth that MacDonald was describing.
MacDonald’s history concluded with Roger
Revelle, perhaps the most distinguished of the priestly caste of
government scientists who, since the Manhattan Project, advised every
president on major policy; he had been a close colleague of MacDonald
and Press since they served together under Kennedy. In a 1957 paper
written with Hans Suess, Revelle concluded that “human beings are now
carrying out a large-scale geophysical experiment of a kind that could
not have happened in the past nor be reproduced in the future.” Revelle
helped the Weather Bureau establish a continuous measurement of
atmospheric carbon dioxide at a site perched near the summit of Mauna
Loa on the Big Island of Hawaii, 11,500 feet above the sea — a rare
pristine natural laboratory on a planet blanketed by fossil-fuel
emissions. A young geochemist named Charles David Keeling charted the
data. Keeling’s graph came to be known as the Keeling curve, though it
more closely resembled a jagged lightning bolt hurled toward the
firmament. MacDonald had a habit of tracing the Keeling curve in the
air, his thick forefinger jabbing toward the ceiling.
After nearly a decade of observation,
Revelle had shared his concerns with Lyndon Johnson, who included them
in a special message to Congress two weeks after his inauguration.
Johnson explained that his generation had “altered the composition of
the atmosphere on a global scale” through the burning of fossil fuels,
and his administration commissioned a study of the subject by his
Science Advisory Committee. Revelle was its chairman, and its 1965
executive report on carbon dioxide warned of the rapid melting of
Antarctica, rising seas, increased acidity of fresh waters — changes
that would require no less than a coordinated global effort to
forestall.
In 1974, the C.I.A. issued a classified
report on the carbon-dioxide problem. It concluded that climate change
had begun around 1960 and had “already caused major economic problems
throughout the world.” The future economic and political impacts would
be “almost beyond comprehension.” Yet emissions continued to rise, and
at this rate, MacDonald warned, they could see a snowless New England,
the swamping of major coastal cities, as much as a 40 percent decline in
national wheat production, the forced migration of about one-quarter of
the world’s population. Not within centuries — within their own
lifetimes.
“What would you have us do?” Press asked.
The
president’s plan, in the wake of the Saudi oil crisis, to promote solar
energy — he had gone so far as to install 32 solar panels on the roof
of the White House to heat his family’s water — was a good start,
MacDonald thought. But Jimmy Carter’s plan to stimulate production of
synthetic fuels — gas and liquid fuel extracted from shale and tar sands
— was a dangerous idea. Nuclear power, despite the recent tragedy at
Three Mile Island, should be expanded. But even natural gas and ethanol
were preferable to coal. There was no way around it: Coal production
would ultimately have to end.
The president’s advisers asked respectful
questions, but Pomerance couldn’t tell whether they were persuaded. The
men all stood and shook hands, and Press led MacDonald and Pomerance
out of his office. After they emerged from the Old Executive Office
Building onto Pennsylvania Avenue, Pomerance asked MacDonald what he
thought would happen.
Knowing Frank as I do, MacDonald said, I really couldn’t tell you.
In the days that followed, Pomerance grew
uneasy. Until this point, he had fixated on the science of the
carbon-dioxide issue and its possible political ramifications. But now
that his meetings on Capitol Hill had concluded, he began to question
what all this might mean for his own future. His wife, Lenore, was eight
months pregnant; was it ethical, he wondered, to bring a child onto a
planet that before much longer could become inhospitable to life? And he
wondered why it had fallen to him, a 32-year-old lobbyist without
scientific training, to bring greater attention to this crisis.
Finally, weeks later, MacDonald called to
tell him that Press had taken up the issue. On May 22, Press wrote a
letter to the president of the National Academy of Sciences requesting a
full assessment of the carbon-dioxide issue. Jule Charney, the father
of modern meteorology, would gather the nation’s top oceanographers,
atmospheric scientists and climate modelers to judge whether MacDonald’s
alarm was justified — whether the world was, in fact, headed to
cataclysm.
Pomerance was amazed by how much momentum
had built in such a short time. Scientists at the highest levels of
government had known about the dangers of fossil-fuel combustion for
decades. Yet they had produced little besides journal articles, academic
symposiums, technical reports. Nor had any politician, journalist or
activist championed the issue. That, Pomerance figured, was about to
change. If Charney’s group confirmed that the world was careering toward
an existential crisis, the president would be forced to act.
2. The Whimsies of The Invisible World Spring 1979
There was a brown velvet love seat in the
living room of James and Anniek Hansen, under a bright window looking
out on Morningside Park in Manhattan, that nobody ever sat in. Erik,
their 2-year-old son, was forbidden to go near it. The ceiling above the
couch sagged ominously, as if pregnant with some alien life form, and
the bulge grew with each passing week. Jim promised Anniek that he would
fix it, which was only fair, because it had been on his insistence that
they gave up the prospect of a prewar apartment in Spuyten Duyvil
overlooking the Hudson and moved from Riverdale to this two-story
walk-up with crumbling walls, police-siren lullabies and gravid ceiling.
Jim had resented the 45-minute commute to NASA’s Goddard Institute for
Space Studies in Manhattan and complained that such a gross waste of his
time would soon be unsustainable, once the Pioneer spacecraft reached
Venus and began to beam back data. But even after the Hansens moved
within a few blocks of the institute, Jim couldn’t make time for the
ceiling, and after four months it finally burst, releasing a confetti of
browned pipes and splintered wood.
Jim repeated his vow to fix the ceiling
as soon as he had a moment free from work. Anniek held him to his word,
though it required her to live with a hole in her ceiling until
Thanksgiving — seven months of plaster dust powdering the love seat.
Another promise Jim made to Anniek: He
would make it home for dinner every night by 7 p.m. By 8:30, however, he
was back at his calculations. Anniek did not begrudge him his deep
commitment to his work; it was one of the things she loved about him.
Still, it baffled her that the subject of his obsession should be the
atmospheric conditions of a planet more than 24 million miles away. It
baffled Jim, too. His voyage to Venus from Denison, Iowa, the fifth
child of a diner waitress and an itinerant farmer turned bartender, had
been a series of bizarre twists of fate over which he claimed no agency.
It was just something that happened to him.
Hansen
figured he was the only scientist at the National Aeronautics and Space
Administration who, as a child, did not dream of outer space. He
dreamed only of baseball. On clear nights, his transistor radio picked
up the broadcast of the Kansas City Blues, the New York Yankees’ AAA
affiliate. Every morning, he cut out the box scores, pasted them into a
notebook and tallied statistics. Hansen found comfort in numbers and
equations. He majored in math and physics at the University of Iowa, but
he never would have taken an interest in celestial matters were it not
for the unlikely coincidence of two events during the year he graduated:
the eruption of a volcano in Bali and a total eclipse of the moon.
On the night of Dec. 30, 1963 — whipping
wind, 12 degrees below zero — Hansen accompanied his astronomy professor
to a cornfield far from town. They set a telescope in an old corncrib
and, between 2 and 8 in the morning, made continuous photoelectric
recordings of the eclipse, pausing only when the extension cord froze
and when they dashed to the car for a few minutes to avoid frostbite.
During an eclipse, the moon resembles a
tangerine or, if the eclipse is total, a drop of blood. But this night,
the moon vanished altogether. Hansen made the mystery the subject of his
master’s thesis, concluding that the moon had been obscured by the dust
erupted into the atmosphere by Mount Agung, on the other side of the
planet from his corncrib, six months earlier. The discovery led to his
fascination with the influence of invisible particles on the visible
world. You could not make sense of the visible world until you
understood the whimsies of the invisible one.
One of the leading authorities on the
invisible world happened to be teaching then at Iowa: James Van Allen
made the first major discovery of the space age, identifying the two
doughnut-shaped regions of convulsing particles that circle Earth, now
known as the Van Allen belts. At Van Allen’s prodding, Hansen turned
from the moon to Venus. Why, he tried to determine, was its surface so
hot? In 1967, a Soviet satellite beamed back the answer: The planet’s
atmosphere was mainly carbon dioxide. Though once it may have had
habitable temperatures, it was believed to have succumbed to a runaway
greenhouse effect: As the sun grew brighter, Venus’s ocean began to
evaporate, thickening the atmosphere, which forced yet greater
evaporation — a self-perpetuating cycle that finally boiled off the
ocean entirely and heated the planet’s surface to more than 800 degrees
Fahrenheit. At the other extreme, Mars’s thin atmosphere had
insufficient carbon dioxide to trap much heat at all, leaving it about
900 degrees colder. Earth lay in the middle, its Goldilocks greenhouse
effect just strong enough to support life.
Anniek expected Jim’s professional life
to resume some semblance of normality once the data from Venus had been
collected and analyzed. But shortly after Pioneer entered Venus’s
atmosphere, Hansen came home from the office in an uncharacteristic
fervor — with an apology. The prospect of two or three more years of
intense work had sprung up before him. NASA was expanding its study of
Earth’s atmospheric conditions. Hansen had already done some work on
Earth’s atmosphere for Jule Charney at the Goddard Institute, helping to
develop computerized weather models. Now Hansen would have an
opportunity to apply to Earth the lessons he had learned from Venus.
We want to learn more about Earth’s
climate, Jim told Anniek — and how humanity can influence it. He would
use giant new supercomputers to map the planet’s atmosphere. They would
create Mirror Worlds: parallel realities that mimicked our own. These
digital simulacra, technically called “general circulation models,”
combined the mathematical formulas that governed the behavior of the
sea, land and sky into a single computer model. Unlike the real world,
they could be sped forward to reveal the future.
Anniek’s disappointment — another several
years of distraction, stress, time spent apart from family — was
tempered, if only slightly, by the high strain of Jim’s enthusiasm. She
thought she understood it. Does this mean, she asked, that you’ll able
to predict weather more accurately?
Yes, Jim said. Something like that.
3. Between Catastrophe and Chaos July 1979
The scientists summoned by Jule Charney
to judge the fate of civilization arrived on July 23, 1979, with their
wives, children and weekend bags at a three-story mansion in Woods Hole,
on the southwestern spur of Cape Cod. They would review all the
available science and decide whether the White House should take
seriously Gordon MacDonald’s prediction of a climate apocalypse. The
Jasons had predicted a warming of two or three degrees Celsius by the
middle of the 21st century, but like Roger Revelle before them, they
emphasized their reasons for uncertainty. Charney’s scientists were
asked to quantify that uncertainty. They had to get it right: Their
conclusion would be delivered to the president. But first they would
hold a clambake.
They gathered with their families on a
bluff overlooking Quissett Harbor and took turns tossing mesh produce
bags stuffed with lobster, clams and corn into a bubbling caldron. While
the children scrambled across the rolling lawn, the scientists mingled
with a claque of visiting dignitaries, whose status lay somewhere
between chaperone and client — men from the Departments of State,
Energy, Defense and Agriculture; the E.P.A.; the National Oceanic and
Atmospheric Administration. They exchanged pleasantries and took in the
sunset. It was a hot day, high 80s, but the harbor breeze was salty and
cool. It didn’t look like the dawning of an apocalypse. The government
officials, many of them scientists themselves, tried to suppress their
awe of the legends in their presence: Henry Stommel, the world’s leading
oceanographer; his protégé, Carl Wunsch, a Jason; the Manhattan Project
alumnus Cecil Leith; the Harvard planetary physicist Richard Goody.
These were the men who, in the last three decades, had discovered
foundational principles underlying the relationships among sun,
atmosphere, land and ocean — which is to say, the climate.
The hierarchy was made visible during the
workshop sessions, held in the carriage house next door: The scientists
sat at tables arranged in a rectangle, while their federal observers
sat along the room’s perimeter, taking in the action as at a theater in
the round. The first two days of meetings didn’t make very good theater,
however, as the scientists reviewed the basic principles of the carbon
cycle, ocean circulation, radiative transfer. On the third day, Charney
introduced a new prop: a black speaker, attached to a telephone. He
dialed, and Jim Hansen answered.
Charney
called Hansen because he had grasped that in order to determine the
exact range of future warming, his group would have to venture into the
realm of the Mirror Worlds. Jule Charney himself had used a general
circulation model to revolutionize weather prediction. But Hansen was
one of just a few modelers who had studied the effects of carbon
emissions. When, at Charney’s request, Hansen programmed his model to
consider a future of doubled carbon dioxide, it predicted a temperature
increase of four degrees Celsius. That was twice as much warming as the
prediction made by the most prominent climate modeler, Syukuro Manabe,
whose government lab at Princeton was the first to model the greenhouse
effect. The difference between the two predictions — between warming of
two degrees Celsius and four degrees Celsius — was the difference
between damaged coral reefs and no reefs whatsoever, between thinning
forests and forests enveloped by desert, between catastrophe and chaos.
In the carriage house, the disembodied
voice of Jim Hansen explained, in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone, how his
model weighed the influences of clouds, oceans and snow on warming. The
older scientists interrupted, shouting questions; when they did not
transmit through the telephone, Charney repeated them in a bellow. The
questions kept coming, often before their younger respondent could
finish his answers, and Hansen wondered if it wouldn’t have been easier
for him to drive the five hours and meet with them in person.
Among Charney’s group was Akio Arakawa, a
pioneer of computer modeling. On the final night at Woods Hole, Arakawa
stayed up in his motel room with printouts from the models by Hansen
and Manabe blanketing his double bed. The discrepancy between the
models, Arakawa concluded, came down to ice and snow. The whiteness of
the world’s snowfields reflected light; if snow melted in a warmer
climate, less radiation would escape the atmosphere, leading to even
greater warming. Shortly before dawn, Arakawa concluded that Manabe had
given too little weight to the influence of melting sea ice, while
Hansen had overemphasized it. The best estimate lay in between. Which
meant that the Jasons’ calculation was too optimistic. When carbon
dioxide doubled in 2035 or thereabouts, global temperatures would
increase between 1.5 and 4.5 degrees Celsius, with the most likely
outcome a warming of three degrees.
The publication of Jule Charney’s report,
“Carbon Dioxide and Climate: A Scientific Assessment,” several months
later was not accompanied by a banquet, a parade or even a news
conference. Yet within the highest levels of the federal government, the
scientific community and the oil-and-gas industry — within the
commonwealth of people who had begun to concern themselves with the
future habitability of the planet — the Charney report would come to
have the authority of settled fact. It was the summation of all the
predictions that had come before, and it would withstand the scrutiny of
the decades that followed it. Charney’s group had considered everything
known about ocean, sun, sea, air and fossil fuels and had distilled it
to a single number: three. When the doubling threshold was broached, as
appeared inevitable, the world would warm three degrees Celsius. The
last time the world was three degrees warmer was during the Pliocene,
three million years ago, when beech trees grew in Antarctica, the seas
were 80 feet higher and horses galloped across the Canadian coast of the
Arctic Ocean.
The Charney report left Jim Hansen with
more urgent questions. Three degrees would be nightmarish, and unless
carbon emissions ceased suddenly, three degrees would be only the
beginning. The real question was whether the warming trend could be
reversed. Was there time to act? And how would a global commitment to
cease burning fossil fuels come about, exactly? Who had the power to
make such a thing happen? Hansen didn’t know how to begin to answer
these questions. But he would learn.
4. ‘A Very Aggressive Defensive Program’ Summer 1979-Summer 1980
After the publication of the Charney
report, Exxon decided to create its own dedicated carbon-dioxide
research program, with an annual budget of $600,000. Only Exxon was
asking a slightly different question than Jule Charney. Exxon didn’t
concern itself primarily with how much the world would warm. It wanted
to know how much of the warming Exxon could be blamed for.
A senior researcher named Henry Shaw had
argued that the company needed a deeper understanding of the issue in
order to influence future legislation that might restrict carbon-dioxide
emissions. “It behooves us to start a very aggressive defensive
program,” Shaw wrote in a memo to a manager, “because there is a good
probability that legislation affecting our business will be passed.”
Shaw turned to Wallace Broecker, a
Columbia University oceanographer who was the second author of Roger
Revelle’s 1965 carbon-dioxide report for Lyndon Johnson. In 1977, in a
presentation at the American Geophysical Union, Broecker predicted that
fossil fuels would have to be restricted, whether by taxation or fiat.
More recently, he had testified before Congress, calling carbon dioxide
“the No.1 long-term environmental problem.” If presidents and senators
trusted Broecker to tell them the bad news, he was good enough for
Exxon.
The company had been studying the
carbon-dioxide problem for decades, since before it changed its name to
Exxon. In 1957, scientists from Humble Oil published a study tracking
“the enormous quantity of carbon dioxide” contributed to the atmosphere
since the Industrial Revolution “from the combustion of fossil fuels.”
Even then, the observation that burning fossil fuels had increased the
concentration of carbon in the atmosphere was well understood and
accepted by Humble’s scientists. What was new, in 1957, was the effort
to quantify what percentage of emissions had been contributed by the
oil-and-gas industry.
The American Petroleum Institute, the
industry’s largest trade association, asked the same question in 1958
through its air-pollution study group and replicated the findings made
by Humble Oil. So did another A.P.I. study conducted by the Stanford
Research Institute a decade later, in 1968, which concluded that the
burning of fossil fuels would bring “significant temperature changes” by
the year 2000 and ultimately “serious worldwide environmental changes,”
including the melting of the Antarctic ice cap and rising seas. It was
“ironic,” the study’s authors noted, that politicians, regulators and
environmentalists fixated on local incidents of air pollution that were
immediately observable, while the climate crisis, whose damage would be
of far greater severity and scale, went entirely unheeded.
The
ritual repeated itself every few years. Industry scientists, at the
behest of their corporate bosses, reviewed the problem and found good
reasons for alarm and better excuses to do nothing. Why should they act
when almost nobody within the United States government — nor, for that
matter, within the environmental movement — seemed worried? Besides, as
the National Petroleum Council put it in 1972, changes in the climate
would probably not be apparent “until at least the turn of the century.”
The industry had enough urgent crises: antitrust legislation introduced
by Senator Ted Kennedy; concerns about the health effects of gasoline;
battles over the Clean Air Act; and the financial shock of benzene
regulation, which increased the cost of every gallon of gas sold in
America. Why take on an intractable problem that would not be detected
until this generation of employees was safely retired? Worse, the
solutions seemed more punitive than the problem itself. Historically,
energy use had correlated to economic growth — the more fossil fuels we
burned, the better our lives became. Why mess with that?
But the Charney report had changed
industry’s cost-benefit calculus. Now there was a formal consensus about
the nature of the crisis. As Henry Shaw emphasized in his conversations
with Exxon’s executives, the cost of inattention would rise in step
with the Keeling curve.
Wallace Broecker did not think much of
one of Exxon’s proposals for its new carbon-dioxide program: testing the
corked air in vintage bottles of French wine to demonstrate how much
carbon levels had increased over time. But he did help his colleague
Taro Takahashi with a more ambitious experiment conducted onboard one of
Exxon’s largest supertankers, the Esso Atlantic, to determine how much
carbon the oceans could absorb before coughing it back into the
atmosphere. Unfortunately, the graduate student installed on the tanker
botched the job, and the data came back a mess.
Shaw was running out of time. In 1978, an
Exxon colleague circulated an internal memo warning that humankind had
only five to 10 years before policy action would be necessary. But
Congress seemed ready to act a lot sooner than that. On April 3, 1980,
Senator Paul Tsongas, a Massachusetts Democrat, held the first
congressional hearing on carbon-dioxide buildup in the atmosphere.
Gordon MacDonald testified that the United States should “take the
initiative” and develop, through the United Nations, a way to coordinate
every nation’s energy policies to address the problem. That June, Jimmy
Carter signed the Energy Security Act of 1980, which directed the
National Academy of Sciences to start a multiyear, comprehensive study,
to be called “Changing Climate,” that would analyze social and economic
effects of climate change. More urgent, the National Commission on Air
Quality, at the request of Congress, invited two dozen experts,
including Henry Shaw himself, to a meeting in Florida to propose climate
policy.
It seemed that some kind of legislation
to restrict carbon combustion was inevitable. The Charney report had
confirmed the diagnosis of the problem — a problem that Exxon helped
create. Now Exxon would help shape the solution.
5. ‘We Are Flying Blind’ October 1980
Two days before Halloween, Rafe Pomerance
traveled to a cotton-candy castle on the Gulf of Mexico, near St.
Petersburg, Fla, that locals called the Pink Palace. The Don CeSar hotel
was a child’s daydream with cantilevered planes of bubble-gum stucco
and vanilla-white cupolas that appeared to melt in the sunshine like
scoops of ice cream. The hotel stood amid blooms of poisonwood and gumbo
limbo on a narrow spit of porous limestone that rose no higher than
five feet above the sea. In its carnival of historical amnesia and
childlike faith in the power of fantasy, the Pink Palace was a fine
setting for the first rehearsal of a conversation that would be
earnestly restaged, with little variation and increasing desperation,
for the next 40 years.
In the year and a half since he had read
the coal report, Pomerance had attended countless conferences and
briefings about the science of global warming. But until now, nobody had
shown much interest in the only subject that he cared about, the only
subject that mattered — how to prevent warming. In a sense, he had
himself to thank: During the expansion of the Clean Air Act, he pushed
for the creation of the National Commission on Air Quality, charged with
ensuring that the goals of the act were being met. One such goal was a
stable global climate. The Charney report had made clear that goal was
not being met, and now the commission wanted to hear proposals for
legislation. It was a profound responsibility, and the two dozen experts
invited to the Pink Palace — policy gurus, deep thinkers, an industry
scientist and an environmental activist — had only three days to achieve
it, but the utopian setting made everything seem possible. The
conference room looked better suited to hosting a wedding party than a
bureaucratic meeting, its tall windows framing postcard views of the
beach. The sands were blindingly white, the surf was idle, the air
unseasonably hot and the dress code relaxed: sunglasses and guayaberas,
jackets frowned upon.
“I have a very vested interest in this,”
said Representative Tom McPherson, a Florida Democrat, introducing
himself to the delegation, “because I own substantial holdings 15 miles
inland of the coast, and any beachfront property appreciates in value.”
There was no formal agenda, just a young moderator from the E.P.A. named
Thomas Jorling and a few handouts left on every seat, including a copy
of the Charney report. Jorling acknowledged the vagueness of their
mission.
“We
are flying blind, with little or no idea where the mountains are,” he
said. But the stakes couldn’t be higher: A failure to recommend policy,
he said, would be the same as endorsing the present policy — which was
no policy. He asked who wanted “to break the ice,” not quite
appreciating the pun.
“We might start out with an emotional
question,” proposed Thomas Waltz, an economist at the National Climate
Program. “The question is fundamental to being a human being: Do we
care?”
This provoked huffy consternation. “In
caring or not caring,” said John Laurmann, a Stanford engineer, “I would
think the main thing is the timing.” It was not an emotional question,
in other words, but an economic one: How much did we value the future?
We have less time than we realize, said
an M.I.T. nuclear engineer named David Rose, who studied how
civilizations responded to large technological crises. “People leave
their problems until the 11th hour, the 59th minute,” he said. “And
then: ‘Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthani?’ ” — “My God, my God, why
hast thou forsaken me?” It was a promising beginning, Pomerance thought.
Urgent, detailed, cleareyed. The attendees seemed to share a sincere
interest in finding solutions. They agreed that some kind of
international treaty would ultimately be needed to keep atmospheric
carbon dioxide at a safe level. But nobody could agree on what that
level was.
William Elliott, a NOAA scientist,
introduced some hard facts: If the United States stopped burning carbon
that year, it would delay the arrival of the doubling threshold by only
five years. If Western nations somehow managed to stabilize emissions,
it would forestall the inevitable by only eight years. The only way to
avoid the worst was to stop burning coal. Yet China, the Soviet Union
and the United States, by far the world’s three largest coal producers,
were frantically accelerating extraction.
“Do we have a problem?” asked Anthony
Scoville, a congressional science consultant. “We do, but it is not the
atmospheric problem. It is the political problem.” He doubted that any
scientific report, no matter how ominous its predictions, would persuade
politicians to act.
Pomerance glanced out at the beach, where
the occasional tourist dawdled in the surf. Beyond the conference room,
few Americans realized that the planet would soon cease to resemble
itself.
What if the problem was that they were
thinking of it as a problem? “What I am saying,” Scoville continued, “is
that in a sense we are making a transition not only in energy but the
economy as a whole.” Even if the coal and oil industries collapsed,
renewable technologies like solar energy would take their place. Jimmy
Carter was planning to invest $80 billion in synthetic fuel. “My God,”
Scoville said, “with $80 billion, you could have a photovoltaics
industry going that would obviate the need for synfuels forever!”
The talk of ending oil production stirred
for the first time the gentleman from Exxon. “I think there is a
transition period,” Henry Shaw said. “We are not going to stop burning
fossil fuels and start looking toward solar or nuclear fusion and so on.
We are going to have a very orderly transition from fossil fuels to
renewable energy sources.”
“We are talking about some major fights
in this country,” said Waltz, the economist. “We had better be thinking
this thing through.”
But first — lunch. It was a bright day,
low 80s, and the group voted to break for three hours to enjoy the
Florida sun. Pomerance couldn’t — he was restless. He had refrained from
speaking, happy to let others lead the discussion, provided it moved in
the right direction. But the high-minded talk had soon stalled into
fecklessness and pusillanimity. He reflected that he was just about the
only participant without an advanced degree. But few of these policy
geniuses were showing much sense. They understood what was at stake, but
they hadn’t taken it to heart. They remained cool, detached —
pragmatists overmatched by a problem that had no pragmatic resolution.
“Prudence,” Jorling said, “is essential.”
After lunch, Jorling tried to focus the conversation. What did they need to know in order to take action?
David Slade, who as the director of the
Energy Department’s $200 million Office of Carbon Dioxide Effects had
probably considered the question more deeply than anyone else in the
room, said he figured that at some point, probably within their
lifetimes, they would see the warming themselves.
“And at that time,” Pomerance bellowed, “it will be too late to do anything about it.”
Yet nobody could agree what to do. John
Perry, a meteorologist who had worked as a staff member on the Charney
report, suggested that American energy policy merely “take into account”
the risks of global warming, though he acknowledged that a nonbinding
measure might seem “intolerably stodgy.”
“It is so weak,” Pomerance said, the air seeping out of him, “as to not get us anywhere.”
Reading the indecision in the room,
Jorling reversed himself and wondered if it might be best to avoid
proposing any specific policy. “Let’s not load ourselves down with that
burden,” he said. “We’ll let others worry.”
Pomerance begged Jorling to reconsider.
The commission had asked for hard proposals. But why stop there? Why not
propose a new national energy plan? “There is no single action that is
going to solve the problem,” Pomerance said. “You can’t keep saying,
That isn’t going to do it, and This isn’t going to do it, because then
we end up doing nothing.”
Scoville pointed out that the United
States was responsible for the largest share of global carbon emissions.
But not for long. “If we’re going to exercise leadership,” he said,
“the opportunity is now.” One way to lead, he proposed, would be to
classify carbon dioxide as a pollutant under the Clean Air Act and
regulate it as such. This was received by the room like a belch. By
Scoville’s logic, every sigh was an act of pollution. Did the science
really support such an extreme measure?
The Charney report did exactly that,
Pomerance said. He was beginning to lose his patience, his civility, his
stamina. “Now, if everybody wants to sit around and wait until the
world warms up more than it has warmed up since there have been humans
around — fine. But I would like to have a shot at avoiding it.”
Most everybody else seemed content to sit
around. Some of the attendees confused uncertainty around the margins
of the issue (whether warming would be three or four degrees Celsius in
50 or 75 years) for uncertainty about the severity of the problem. As
Gordon MacDonald liked to say, carbon dioxide in the atmosphere would
rise; the only question was when. The lag between the emission of a gas
and the warming it produced could be several decades. It was like adding
an extra blanket on a mild night: It took a few minutes before you
started to sweat.
Yet Slade, the director of the Energy
Department’s carbon-dioxide program, considered the lag a saving grace.
If changes did not occur for a decade or more, he said, those in the
room couldn’t be blamed for failing to prevent them. So what was the
problem?
“You’re
the problem,” Pomerance said. Because of the lag between cause and
effect, it was unlikely that humankind would detect hard evidence of
warming until it was too late to reverse it. The lag would doom them.
“The U.S. has to do something to gain some credibility,” he said.
“So it is a moral stand,” Slade replied, sensing an advantage.
“Call it whatever.” Besides, Pomerance
added, they didn’t have to ban coal tomorrow. A pair of modest steps
could be taken immediately to show the world that the United States was
serious: the implementation of a carbon tax and increased investment in
renewable energy. Then the United States could organize an international
summit meeting to address climate change. This was his closing plea to
the group. The next day, they would have to draft policy proposals.
But when the group reconvened after
breakfast, they immediately became stuck on a sentence in their
prefatory paragraph declaring that climatic changes were “likely to
occur.”
“Will occur,” proposed Laurmann, the Stanford engineer.
“What about the words: highly likely to occur?” Scoville asked.
“Almost sure,” said David Rose, the nuclear engineer from M.I.T.
“Almost surely,” another said.
“Changes of an undetermined — ”
“Changes as yet of a little-understood nature?”
“Highly or extremely likely to occur,” Pomerance said.
“Almost surely to occur?”
“No,” Pomerance said.
“I would like to make one statement,”
said Annemarie Crocetti, a public-health scholar who sat on the National
Commission on Air Quality and had barely spoken all week. “I have
noticed that very often when we as scientists are cautious in our
statements, everybody else misses the point, because they don’t
understand our qualifications.”
“As a nonscientist,” said Tom McPherson, the congressman, “I really concur.”
Yet these two dozen experts, who agreed
on the major points and had made a commitment to Congress, could not
draft a single paragraph. Hours passed in a hell of fruitless
negotiation, self-defeating proposals and impulsive speechifying.
Pomerance and Scoville pushed to include a statement calling for the
United States to “sharply accelerate international dialogue,” but they
were sunk by objections and caveats.
“It is very emotional,” Crocetti said,
succumbing to her frustration. “What we have asked is to get people from
different disciplines to come together and tell us what you agree on
and what your problems are. And you have only made vague statements — ”
She was interrupted by Waltz, the
economist, who wanted simply to note that climate change would have
profound effects. Crocetti waited until he exhausted himself, before
resuming in a calm voice. “All I am asking you to say is: ‘We got
ourselves a bunch of experts, and by God, they all endorse this point of
view and think it is very important. They have disagreements about the
details of this and that, but they feel that it behooves us to intervene
at this point and try to prevent it.’ ”
They never got to policy proposals. They
never got to the second paragraph. The final statement was signed by
only the moderator, who phrased it more weakly than the declaration
calling for the workshop in the first place. “The guide I would
suggest,” Jorling wrote, “is whether we know enough not to recommend
changes in existing policy.”
Pomerance had seen enough. A
consensus-based strategy would not work — could not work — without
American leadership. And the United States wouldn’t act unless a strong
leader persuaded it to do so — someone who would speak with authority
about the science, demand action from those in power and risk everything
in pursuit of justice. Pomerance knew he wasn’t that person: He was an
organizer, a strategist, a fixer — which meant he was an optimist and
even, perhaps, a romantic. His job was to assemble a movement. And every
movement, even one backed by widespread consensus, needed a hero. He
just had to find one.
6. ‘Otherwise, They’ll Gurgle’ November 1980-September 1981
The meeting ended Friday morning. On
Tuesday, four days later, Ronald Reagan was elected president. And Rafe
Pomerance soon found himself wondering whether what had seemed to have
been a beginning had actually been the end.
After the election, Reagan considered
plans to close the Energy Department, increase coal production on
federal land and deregulate surface coal mining. Once in office, he
appointed James Watt, the president of a legal firm that fought to open
public lands to mining and drilling, to run the Interior Department.
“We’re deliriously happy,” the president of the National Coal
Association was reported to have said. Reagan preserved the E.P.A. but
named as its administrator Anne Gorsuch, an anti-regulation zealot who
proceeded to cut the agency’s staff and budget by about a quarter. In
the midst of this carnage, the Council on Environmental Quality
submitted a report to the White House warning that fossil fuels could
“permanently and disastrously” alter Earth’s atmosphere, leading to “a
warming of the Earth, possibly with very serious effects.” Reagan did
not act on the council’s advice. Instead, his administration considered
eliminating the council.
At the Pink Palace, Anthony Scoville had
said that the problem was not atmospheric but political. That was only
half right, Pomerance thought. For behind every political problem, there
lay a publicity problem. And the climate crisis had a publicity
nightmare. The Florida meeting had failed to prepare a coherent
statement, let alone legislation, and now everything was going backward.
Even Pomerance couldn’t devote much time to climate change; Friends of
the Earth was busier than ever. The campaigns to defeat the nominations
of James Watt and Anne Gorsuch were just the beginning; there were also
efforts to block mining in wilderness areas, maintain the Clean Air
Act’s standards for air pollutants and preserve funding for renewable
energy (Reagan “has declared open war on solar energy,” the director of
the nation’s lead solar-energy research agency said, after he was asked
to resign). Reagan appeared determined to reverse the environmental
achievements of Jimmy Carter, before undoing those of Richard Nixon,
Lyndon Johnson, John F. Kennedy and, if he could get away with it,
Theodore Roosevelt.
Reagan’s violence to environmental
regulations alarmed even members of his own party. Senator Robert
Stafford, a Vermont Republican and chairman of the committee that held
confirmation hearings on Gorsuch, took the unusual step of lecturing her
from the dais about her moral obligation to protect the nation’s air
and water. Watt’s plan to open the waters off California for oil
drilling was denounced by the state’s Republican senator, and Reagan’s
proposal to eliminate the position of science adviser was roundly
derided by the scientists and engineers who advised him during his
presidential campaign. When Reagan considered closing the Council on
Environmental Quality, its acting chairman, Malcolm Forbes Baldwin,
wrote to the vice president and the White House chief of staff begging
them to reconsider; in a major speech the same week, “A Conservative’s
Program for the Environment,” Baldwin argued that it was “time for
today’s conservatives explicitly to embrace environmentalism.”
Environmental protection was not only good sense. It was good business.
What could be more conservative than an efficient use of resources that
led to fewer federal subsidies?
Meanwhile the Charney report continued to
vibrate at the periphery of public consciousness. Its conclusions were
confirmed by major studies from the Aspen Institute, the International
Institute for Applied Systems Analysis near Vienna and the American
Association for the Advancement of Science. Every month or so,
nationally syndicated articles appeared summoning apocalypse: “Another
Warning on ‘Greenhouse Effect,’ ” “Global Warming Trend ‘Beyond Human
Experience,’ ” “Warming Trend Could ‘Pit Nation Against Nation.’ ”
People magazine had profiled Gordon MacDonald, photographing him
standing on the steps of the Capitol and pointing above his head to the
level the water would reach when the polar ice caps melted. “If Gordon
MacDonald is wrong, they’ll laugh,” the article read. “Otherwise,
they’ll gurgle.”
But Pomerance understood that in order to
sustain major coverage, you needed major events. Studies were fine;
speeches were good; news conferences were better. Hearings, however,
were best. The ritual’s theatrical trappings — the members of Congress
holding forth on the dais, their aides decorously passing notes, the
witnesses sipping nervously from their water glasses, the audience
transfixed in the gallery — offered antagonists, dramatic tension,
narrative. But you couldn’t have a hearing without a scandal, or at
least a scientific breakthrough. And two years after the Charney group
met at Woods Hole, it seemed there was no more science to break through.
It
was with a shiver of optimism, then, that Pomerance read on the front
page of The New York Times on Aug. 22, 1981, about a forthcoming paper
in Science by a team of seven NASA scientists. They had found that the
world had already warmed in the past century. Temperatures hadn’t
increased beyond the range of historical averages, but the scientists
predicted that the warming signal would emerge from the noise of routine
weather fluctuations much sooner than previously expected. Most unusual
of all, the paper ended with a policy recommendation: In the coming
decades, the authors wrote, humankind should develop alternative sources
of energy and use fossil fuels only “as necessary.” The lead author was
James Hansen.
Pomerance called Hansen to ask for a
meeting. He explained to Hansen that he wanted to make sure he
understood the paper’s conclusions. But more than that, he wanted to
understand James Hansen.
At the Goddard Institute, Pomerance
entered Hansen’s office, maneuvering through some 30 piles of documents
arrayed across the floor like the skyscrapers of a model city, some as
high as his waist. On top of many of the stacks lay a scrap of cardboard
on which had been scrawled words like Trace Gases, Ocean, Jupiter,
Venus. At the desk, Pomerance found, hidden behind another paper
metropolis, a quiet, composed man with a heavy brow and implacable green
eyes. Hansen’s speech was soft, equable, deliberate to the point of
halting. He would have no trouble passing for a small-town accountant,
insurance-claims manager or actuary. In a sense he held all of those
jobs, only his client was the global atmosphere. Pomerance’s political
sensitivities sparked. He liked what he saw.
As Hansen spoke, Pomerance listened and
watched. He understood Hansen’s basic findings well enough: Earth had
been warming since 1880, and the warming would reach “almost
unprecedented magnitude” in the next century, leading to the familiar
suite of terrors, including the flooding of a 10th of New Jersey and a
quarter of Louisiana and Florida. But Pomerance was excited to find that
Hansen could translate the complexities of atmospheric science into
plain English. Though he was something of a wunderkind — at 40, he was
about to be named director of the Goddard Institute — he spoke with the
plain-spoken Midwestern forthrightness that played on Capitol Hill. He
presented like a heartland voter, the kind of man interviewed on the
evening news about the state of the American dream or photographed in
the dying sun against a blurry agricultural landscape in a campaign ad.
And unlike most scientists in the field, he was not afraid to follow his
research to its policy implications. He was perfect.
“What you have to say needs to be heard,” Pomerance said. “Are you willing to be a witness?”
7. ‘We’re All Going to Be the Victims’ March 1982
Though few people other than Rafe
Pomerance seemed to have noticed amid Reagan’s environmental blitzkrieg,
another hearing on the greenhouse effect was held several weeks
earlier, on July 31, 1981. It was led by Representative James Scheuer, a
New York Democrat — who lived at sea level on the Rockaway Peninsula,
in a neighborhood no more than four blocks wide, sandwiched between two
beaches — and a canny, 33-year-old congressman named Albert Gore Jr.
Gore had learned about climate change a
dozen years earlier as an undergraduate at Harvard, when he took a class
taught by Roger Revelle. Humankind was on the brink of radically
transforming the global atmosphere, Revelle explained, drawing Keeling’s
rising zigzag on the blackboard, and risked bringing about the collapse
of civilization. Gore was stunned: Why wasn’t anyone talking about
this? He had no memory of hearing it from his father, a three-term
senator from Tennessee who later served as chairman of an Ohio coal
company. Once in office, Gore figured that if Revelle gave Congress the
same lecture, his colleagues would be moved to act. Or at least that the
hearing would get picked up by one of the three major national news
broadcasts.
Gore’s hearing was part of a larger
campaign he had designed with his staff director, Tom Grumbly. After
winning his third term in 1980, Gore was granted his first leadership
position, albeit a modest one: chairman of an oversight subcommittee
within the Committee on Science and Technology — a subcommittee that he
had lobbied to create. Most in Congress considered the science committee
a legislative backwater, if they considered it at all; this made Gore’s
subcommittee, which had no legislative authority, an afterthought to an
afterthought. That, Gore vowed, would change. Environmental and health
stories had all the elements of narrative drama: villains, victims and
heroes. In a hearing, you could summon all three, with the chairman
serving as narrator, chorus and moral authority. He told his staff
director that he wanted to hold a hearing every week.
It was like storyboarding episodes of a
weekly procedural drama. Grumbly assembled a list of subjects that
possessed the necessary dramatic elements: a Massachusetts cancer
researcher who faked his results, the dangers of excessive salt in the
American diet, the disappearance of an airplane on Long Island. All fit
Gore’s template; all had sizzle. But Gore wondered why Grumbly hadn’t
included the greenhouse effect.
There are no villains, Grumbly said. Besides, who’s your victim?
If we don’t do something, Gore replied, we’re all going to be the victims.
He didn’t say: If we don’t do something, we’ll be the villains too.
The Revelle hearing went as Grumbly had
predicted. The urgency of the issue was lost on Gore’s older colleagues,
who drifted in and out while the witnesses testified. There were few
people left by the time the Brookings Institution economist Lester Lave
warned that humankind’s profligate exploitation of fossil fuels posed an
existential test to human nature. “Carbon dioxide stands as a symbol
now of our willingness to confront the future,” he said. “It will be a
sad day when we decide that we just don’t have the time or
thoughtfulness to address those issues.” That night, the news programs
featured the resolution of the baseball strike, the ongoing budgetary
debate and the national surplus of butter.
But Gore soon found another opening.
Congressional staff members on the science committee heard that the
White House planned to eliminate the Energy Department’s carbon-dioxide
program. If they could put a hearing together quickly enough, they could
shame the White House before it could go through with its plan. The
Times article about Hansen’s paper had proved that there was a national
audience for the carbon-dioxide problem — it just had to be framed
correctly. Hansen could occupy the role of hero: a mild-mannered
scientist who had seen the future and now sought to rouse the world to
action. A villain was emerging, too: Fred Koomanoff, Reagan’s new
director of the Energy Department’s carbon-dioxide program, a Bronx
native with the manner of a sergeant major and an unconstrained passion
for budget-cutting. Each man would testify.
Hansen did not disclose to Gore’s staff
that, in late November, he received a letter from Koomanoff declining to
fund his climate-modeling research despite a promise from Koomanoff’s
predecessor. Koomanoff left open the possibility of funding other
carbon-dioxide research, but Hansen was not optimistic, and when his
funding lapsed, he had to release five employees, half his staff.
Koomanoff, it seemed, would not be moved. But the hearing would give
Hansen the chance to appeal directly to the congressmen who oversaw
Koomanoff’s budget.
Hansen flew to Washington to testify on
March 25, 1982, performing before a gallery even more thinly populated
than at Gore’s first hearing on the greenhouse effect. Gore began by
attacking the Reagan administration for cutting funding for
carbon-dioxide research despite the “broad consensus in the scientific
community that the greenhouse effect is a reality.” William Carney, a
Republican from New York, bemoaned the burning of fossil fuels and
argued passionately that science should serve as the basis for
legislative policy. Bob Shamansky, a Democrat from Ohio, objected to the
use of the term “greenhouse effect” for such a horrifying phenomenon,
because he had always enjoyed visiting greenhouses. “Everything,” he
said, “seems to flourish in there.” He suggested that they call it the
“microwave oven” effect, “because we are not flourishing too well under
this; apparently, we are getting cooked.”
There emerged, despite the general
comity, a partisan divide. Unlike the Democrats, the Republicans
demanded action. “Today I have a sense of déjà vu,” said Robert Walker, a
Republican from Pennsylvania. In each of the last five years, he said,
“we have been told and told and told that there is a problem with the
increasing carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. We all accept that fact,
and we realize that the potential consequences are certainly major in
their impact on mankind.” Yet they had failed to propose a single law.
“Now is the time,” he said. “The research is clear. It is up to us now
to summon the political will.”
Gore disagreed: A higher degree of
certainty was required, he believed, in order to persuade a majority of
Congress to restrict the use of fossil fuels. The reforms required were
of such magnitude and sweep that they “would challenge the political
will of our civilization.”
Yet the experts invited by Gore agreed
with the Republicans: The science was certain enough. Melvin Calvin, a
Berkeley chemist who won the Nobel Prize for his work on the carbon
cycle, said that it was useless to wait for stronger evidence of
warming. “You cannot do a thing about it when the signals are so big
that they come out of the noise,” he said. “You have to look for early
warning signs.”
Hansen’s
job was to share the warning signs, to translate the data into plain
English. He explained a few discoveries that his team had made — not
with computer models but in libraries. By analyzing records from
hundreds of weather stations, he found that the surface temperature of
the planet had already increased four-tenths of a degree Celsius in the
previous century. Data from several hundred tide-gauge stations showed
that the oceans had risen four inches since the 1880s. Most disturbing
of all, century-old glass astronomy plates had revealed a new problem:
Some of the more obscure greenhouse gases — especially
chlorofluorocarbons, or CFCs, a class of man-made substances used in
refrigerators and spray cans — had proliferated wildly in recent years.
“We may already have in the pipeline a larger amount of climate change
than people generally realize,” Hansen told the nearly empty room.
Gore asked when the planet would reach a
point of no return — a “trigger point,” after which temperatures would
spike. “I want to know,” Gore said, “whether I am going to face it or my
kids are going to face it.”
“Your kids are likely to face it,” Calvin replied. “I don’t know whether you will or not. You look pretty young.”
It occurred to Hansen that this was the
only political question that mattered: How long until the worst began?
It was not a question on which geophysicists expended much effort; the
difference between five years and 50 years in the future was meaningless
in geologic time. Politicians were capable of thinking only in terms of
electoral time: six years, four years, two years. But when it came to
the carbon problem, the two time schemes were converging.
“Within 10 or 20 years,” Hansen said, “we will see climate changes which are clearly larger than the natural variability.”
James Scheuer wanted to make sure he
understood this correctly. No one else had predicted that the signal
would emerge that quickly. “If it were one or two degrees per century,”
he said, “that would be within the range of human adaptability. But we
are pushing beyond the range of human adaptability.”
“Yes,” Hansen said.
How soon, Scheuer asked, would they have to change the national model of energy production?
Hansen hesitated — it wasn’t a scientific
question. But he couldn’t help himself. He had been irritated, during
the hearing, by all the ludicrous talk about the possibility of growing
more trees to offset emissions. False hopes were worse than no hope at
all: They undermined the prospect of developing real solutions.
“That time is very soon,” Hansen said finally.
“My opinion is that it is past,” Calvin
said, but he was not heard because he spoke from his seat. He was told
to speak into the microphone.
“It is already later,” Calvin said, “than you think.”
8. ‘The Direction of an Impending Catastrophe’ 1982
From Gore’s perspective, the hearing was
an unequivocal success. That night Dan Rather devoted three minutes of
“CBS Evening News” to the greenhouse effect. A correspondent explained
that temperatures had increased over the previous century, great sheets
of pack ice in Antarctica were rapidly melting, the seas were rising;
Calvin said that “the trend is all in the direction of an impending
catastrophe”; and Gore mocked Reagan for his shortsightedness. Later,
Gore could take credit for protecting the Energy Department’s
carbon-dioxide program, which in the end was largely preserved.
But Hansen did not get new funding for
his carbon-dioxide research. He wondered whether he had been doomed by
his testimony or by his conclusion, in the Science paper, that full
exploitation of coal resources — a stated goal of Reagan’s energy policy
— was “undesirable.” Whatever the cause, he found himself alone. He
knew he had done nothing wrong — he had only done diligent research and
reported his findings, first to his peers, then to the American people.
But now it seemed as if he was being punished for it.
Anniek could read his disappointment, but
she was not entirely displeased. Jim cut down on his work hours,
leaving the Goddard Institute at 5 o’clock each day, which allowed him
to coach his children’s basketball and baseball teams. (He was a
patient, committed coach, detail-oriented, if a touch too competitive
for his wife’s liking.) At home, Jim spoke only about the teams and
their fortunes, keeping to himself his musings — whether he would be
able to secure federal funding for his climate experiments, whether the
institute would be forced to move its office to Maryland to cut costs.
But
perhaps there were other ways forward. Not long after Hansen laid off
five of his assistants, a major symposium he was helping to organize
received overtures from a funding partner far wealthier and less
ideologically blinkered than the Reagan administration: Exxon. Following
Henry Shaw’s recommendation to establish credibility ahead of any
future legislative battles, Exxon had begun to spend conspicuously on
global-warming research. It donated tens of thousands of dollars to some
of the most prominent research efforts, including one at Woods Hole led
by the ecologist George Woodwell, who had been calling for major
climate policy as early as the mid-1970s, and an international effort
coordinated by the United Nations. Now Shaw offered to fund the October
1982 symposium on climate change at Columbia’s Lamont-Doherty campus.
As an indication of the seriousness with
which Exxon took the issue, Shaw sent Edward David Jr., the president of
the research division and the former science adviser to Nixon. Hansen
was glad for the support. He figured that Exxon’s contributions might go
well beyond picking up the bill for travel expenses, lodging and a
dinner for dozens of scientists at the colonial-style Clinton Inn in
Tenafly, N.J. As a gesture of appreciation, David was invited to give
the keynote address.
There were moments in David’s speech in
which he seemed to channel Rafe Pomerance. David boasted that Exxon
would usher in a new global energy system to save the planet from the
ravages of climate change. He went so far as to argue that capitalism’s
blind faith in the wisdom of the free market was “less than satisfying”
when it came to the greenhouse effect. Ethical considerations were
necessary, too. He pledged that Exxon would revise its corporate
strategy to account for climate change, even if it were not
“fashionable” to do so. As Exxon had already made heavy investments in
nuclear and solar technology, he was “generally upbeat” that Exxon would
“invent” a future of renewable energy.
Hansen had reason to feel upbeat himself.
If the world’s largest oil-and-gas company supported a new national
energy model, the White House would not stand in its way. The Reagan
administration was hostile to change from within its ranks. But it
couldn’t be hostile to Exxon.
It seemed that something was beginning to
turn. With the carbon-dioxide problem as with other environmental
crises, the Reagan administration had alienated many of its own
supporters. The early demonstrations of autocratic force had retreated
into compromise and deference. By the end of 1982, multiple
congressional committees were investigating Anne Gorsuch for her
indifference to enforcing the cleanup of Superfund sites, and the House
voted to hold her in contempt of Congress; Republicans in Congress
turned on James Watt after he eliminated thousands of acres of land from
consideration for wilderness designation. Each cabinet member would
resign within a year.
The carbon-dioxide issue was beginning to
receive major national attention — Hansen’s own findings had become
front-page news, after all. What started as a scientific story was
turning into a political story. This prospect would have alarmed Hansen
several years earlier; it still made him uneasy. But he was beginning to
understand that politics offered freedoms that the rigors of the
scientific ethic denied. The political realm was itself a kind of Mirror
World, a parallel reality that crudely mimicked our own. It shared many
of our most fundamental laws, like the laws of gravity and inertia and
publicity. And if you applied enough pressure, the Mirror World of
politics could be sped forward to reveal a new future. Hansen was
beginning to understand that too.
Part Two 1983–1989
1. ‘Caution, Not Panic’ 1983-1984
From a stray comment in an obscure coal
report to portentous front-page headlines in the national press and
hearings on Capitol Hill — in just three years, Rafe Pomerance had
watched as an issue considered esoteric even within the scientific
community rose nearly to the level of action, the level at which
congressmen made statements like, “It is up to us now to summon the
political will.” Then, overnight, it died. Pomerance knew, from tired
experience, that politics didn’t move in a straight line, but jaggedly,
like the Keeling curve — a slow progression interrupted by sharp
seasonal declines. But in the fall of 1983, the climate issue entered an
especially long, dark winter. And all because of a single report that
had done nothing to change the state of climate science but transformed
the state of climate politics.
After the publication of the Charney
report in 1979, Jimmy Carter had directed the National Academy of
Sciences to prepare a comprehensive, $1 million analysis of the
carbon-dioxide problem: a Warren Commission for the greenhouse effect. A
team of scientist-dignitaries — among them Revelle, the Princeton
modeler Syukuro Manabe and the Harvard political economist Thomas
Schelling, one of the intellectual architects of Cold War game theory —
would review the literature, evaluate the consequences of global warming
for the world order and propose remedies. Then Reagan won the White
House.
For the next three years, as the
commission continued its work — drawing upon the help of about 70
experts from the fields of atmospheric chemistry, economics and
political science, including veterans of the Charney group and the
Manhattan Project — the incipient report served as the Reagan
administration’s answer to every question on the subject. There could be
no climate policy, Fred Koomanoff and his associates said, until the
academy ruled. In the Mirror World of the Reagan administration, the
warming problem hadn’t been abandoned at all. A careful, comprehensive
solution was being devised. Everyone just had to wait for the academy’s
elders to explain what it was.
On
Oct. 19, 1983, the commission finally announced its findings at a
formal gala, preceded by cocktails and dinner in the academy’s cruciform
Great Hall, a secular Sistine Chapel, with vaulted ceilings soaring to a
dome painted as the sun. An inscription encircling the sun honored
science as the “pilot of industry,” and the academy had invited the
nation’s foremost pilots of industry: Andrew Callegari, the head of
Exxon’s carbon-dioxide research program, and vice presidents from
Peabody Coal, General Motors and the Synthetic Fuels Corporation. They
were eager to learn how the United States planned to act, so they could
prepare for the inevitable policy debates. Rafe Pomerance was eager,
too. But he wasn’t invited.
He did manage, however, to get into a crowded press briefing earlier that day, where he grabbed a copy of the 500-page report, “Changing Climate,” and
scanned its contents. Its scope was impressive: It was the first study
to encompass the causes, effects and geopolitical consequences of
climate change. But as he flipped through, Pomerance surmised that it
offered no significant new findings — nothing that wasn’t in the Charney
report or the blue-ribbon studies that had been published since. “We
are deeply concerned about environmental changes of this magnitude,”
read the executive summary. “We may get into trouble in ways that we
have barely imagined.”
The authors did try to imagine some of
them: an ice-free Arctic, for instance, and Boston sinking into its
harbor, Beacon Hill an island two miles off the coast. There was
speculation about political revolution, trade wars and a long quotation
from “A Distant Mirror,” a medieval history written by Pomerance’s aunt,
Barbara Tuchman, describing how climate changes in the 14th century led
to “people eating their own children” and “feeding on hanged bodies
taken down from the gibbet.” The committee’s chairman, William
Nierenberg — a Jason, presidential adviser and director of Scripps, the
nation’s pre-eminent oceanographic institution — argued that action had
to be taken immediately, before all the details could be known with
certainty, or else it would be too late.
That’s what Nierenberg wrote in “Changing
Climate.” But it’s not what he said in the press interviews that
followed. He argued the opposite: There was no urgent need for action.
The public should not entertain the most “extreme negative speculations”
about climate change (despite the fact that many of those speculations
appeared in his report). Though “Changing Climate” urged an accelerated
transition to renewable fuels, noting that it would take thousands of
years for the atmosphere to recover from the damage of the last century,
Nierenberg recommended “caution, not panic.” Better to wait and see.
Better to bet on American ingenuity to save the day. Major interventions
in national energy policy, taken immediately, might end up being more
expensive, and less effective, than actions taken decades in the future,
after more was understood about the economic and social consequences of
a warmer planet. Yes, the climate would change, mostly for the worst,
but future generations would be better equipped to change with it.
As Pomerance listened at the briefing to
the commission’s appeasements, he glanced, baffled, around the room. The
reporters and staff members listened politely to the presentation and
took dutiful notes, as at any technical briefing. Government officials
who knew Nierenberg were not surprised by his conclusions: He was an
optimist by training and experience, a devout believer in the doctrine
of American exceptionalism, one of the elite class of scientists who had
helped the nation win a global war, invent the most deadly weapon
conceivable and create the booming aerospace and computer industries.
America had solved every existential problem it had confronted over the
previous generation; it would not be daunted by an excess of carbon
dioxide. Nierenberg had also served on Reagan’s transition team. Nobody
believed that he had been directly influenced by his political
connections, but his views — optimistic about the saving graces of
market forces, pessimistic about the value of government regulation —
reflected all the ardor of his party.
Pomerance, who came of age during the
Vietnam War and the birth of the environmental movement, shared none of
Nierenberg’s Procrustean faith in American ingenuity. He worried about
the dark undertow of industrial advancement, the way every new
technological superpower carried within it unintended consequences that,
if unchecked over time, eroded the foundations of society. New
technologies had not solved the clean-air and clean-water crises of the
1970s. Activism and organization, leading to robust government
regulation, had. Listening to the commission’s equivocations, Pomerance
shook his head, rolled his eyes, groaned. He felt that he was the only
sane person in a briefing room gone mad. It was wrong. A colleague told him to calm down.
The damage of “Changing Climate” was
squared by the amount of attention it received. Nierenberg’s speech in
the Great Hall, being one-500th the length of the actual assessment,
received 500 times the press coverage. As The Wall Street Journal put
it, in a line echoed by trade journals across the nation: “A panel of
top scientists has some advice for people worried about the
much-publicized warming of the Earth’s climate: You can cope.” The
effusiveness of Nierenberg’s reassurances invited derision. On “CBS
Evening News,” Dan Rather said the academy had given “a cold shoulder”
to a grim, 200-page E.P.A. assessment published earlier that week
(titled “Can We Delay a Greenhouse Warming?”; the E.P.A.’s answer,
reduced to a word, was no). The Washington Post described the two
reports, taken together, as “clarion calls to inaction.”
On its front page, The New York Times
published its most prominent piece on global warming to date, under the
headline “Haste on Global Warming Trend Is Opposed.” Although the paper
included an excerpt from “Changing Climate” that detailed some of the
report’s gloomier predictions, the article itself gave the greatest
weight to a statement, heavily workshopped by the White House’s senior
staff, from George Keyworth II, Reagan’s science adviser. Keyworth used
Nierenberg’s optimism as reason to discount the E.P.A.’s “unwarranted
and unnecessarily alarmist” report and warned against taking any
“near-term corrective action” on global warming. Just in case it wasn’t
clear, Keyworth added, “there are no actions recommended other than
continued research.”
Exxon soon revised its position on
climate-change research. In a presentation at an industry conference,
Henry Shaw cited “Changing Climate” as evidence that “the general
consensus is that society has sufficient time to technologically adapt
to a CO₂ greenhouse effect.” If the academy had concluded that
regulations were not a serious option, why should Exxon protest? Edward
David Jr., two years removed from boasting of Exxon’s commitment to
transforming global energy policy, told Science that the corporation had
reconsidered. “Exxon has reverted to being mainly a supplier of
conventional hydrocarbon fuels — petroleum products, natural gas and
steam coal,” David said. The American Petroleum Institute canceled its
own carbon-dioxide research program, too.
A few months after the publication of
“Changing Climate,” Pomerance announced his resignation from Friends of
the Earth. He had various reasons: He had struggled with the politics of
managing a staff and a board, and the environmental movement from which
the organization had emerged in the early ’70s was in crisis. It lacked
a unifying cause. Climate change, Pomerance believed, could be that
cause. But its insubstantiality made it difficult to rally the older
activists, whose strategic model relied on protests at sites of horrific
degradation — Love Canal, Hetch Hetchy, Three Mile Island. How did you
protest when the toxic waste dump was the entire planet or, worse, its
invisible atmosphere?
Observing her husband, Lenore Pomerance
was reminded of an old Philadelphia Bulletin ad campaign: “In
Philadelphia — nearly everyone reads The Bulletin.” On a crowded beach,
all the sunbathers have their faces buried in their newspapers, except
for one man, who stares off into the distance. Here the scenario was
reversed: Rafe, the loner, was staring down the world’s largest problem
while everyone else was distracted by the minutiae of daily life.
Pomerance acted cheerful at home, fooling his kids. But he couldn’t fool
Lenore. She worried about his health. Near the end of his tenure at
Friends of the Earth, a doctor found that he had an abnormally high
heart rate.
Pomerance
planned to take a couple of months to reflect on what he wanted to do
with the rest of his life. Two months stretched to about a year. He
brooded; he checked out. He spent weeks at a time at an old farmhouse
that he and Lenore owned in West Virginia, near Seneca Rocks. When they
bought it in the early ’70s, the house had a wood-burning stove and no
running water. To make a phone call on a private line, you had drive to
the operator’s house and hope she was in. Pomerance sat in the cold
house and thought.
The winter took him back to his childhood
in Greenwich. He had a vivid memory of being taught by his mother to
ice skate on a frozen pond a short walk from their home. He remembered
the muffled hush of twilight, the snow dusting the ice, the ghostly
clearing encircled by a wood darker than the night. Their house was
designed by his father, an architect whose glass-enveloped buildings
mocked the vanity of humankind’s efforts to improve on nature; the
windows invited the elements inside, the trees and the ice and, in the
rattling of the broad panes, the wind. Winter, Pomerance believed, was
part of his soul. When he thought about the future, he worried about the
loss of ice, the loss of the spiky Connecticut January mornings. He
worried about the loss of some irreplaceable part of himself.
He wanted to recommit himself to the
fight but couldn’t figure out how. If science, industry and the press
could not move the government to act, then who could? He didn’t see what
was left for him, or anyone else, to do. He didn’t see that the answer
was at that moment floating over his head, about 10 miles above his West
Virginian farmhouse, just above the highest clouds in the sky.
2. ‘You Scientists Win’ 1985
It was as if, without warning, the sky
opened and the sun burst through in all its irradiating, blinding fury.
The mental image was of a pin stuck through a balloon, a chink in an
eggshell, a crack in the ceiling — Armageddon descending from above. It
was a sudden global emergency: There was a hole in the ozone layer.
The klaxon was rung by a team of British
government scientists, until then little known in the field, who made
regular visits to research stations in Antarctica — one on the Argentine
Islands, the other on a sheet of ice floating into the sea at the rate
of a quarter mile per year. At each site, the scientists had set up a
machine invented in the 1920s called the Dobson spectrophotometer, which
resembled a large slide projector turned with its eye staring straight
up. After several years of results so alarming that they disbelieved
their own evidence, the British scientists at last reported their
discovery in an article published in May 1985 by Nature. “The spring
values of total O₃ in Antarctica have now fallen considerably,” the
abstract read. But by the time the news filtered into national headlines
and television broadcasts several months later, it had transfigured
into something far more terrifying: a substantial increase in skin
cancer, a sharp decline in the global agricultural yield and the mass
death of fish larva, near the base of the marine food chain. Later came
fears of atrophied immune systems and blindness.
The urgency of the alarm seemed to have
everything to do with the phrase “a hole in the ozone layer,” which,
charitably put, was a mixed metaphor. For there was no hole, and there
was no layer. Ozone, which shielded Earth from ultraviolet radiation,
was distributed throughout the atmosphere, settling mostly in the middle
stratosphere and never in a concentration higher than 15 parts per
million. As for the “hole” — while the amount of ozone over Antarctica
had declined drastically, the depletion was a temporary phenomenon,
lasting about two months a year. In satellite images colorized to show
ozone density, however, the darker region appeared to depict a void.
When F.Sherwood Rowland, one of the chemists who identified the problem
in 1974, spoke of the “ozone hole” in a university slide lecture in
November 1985, the crisis found its catchphrase. The New York Times used
it that same day in its article about the British team’s findings, and
while scientific journals initially refused to use the term, within a
year it was unavoidable. The ozone crisis had its signal, which was also
a symbol: a hole.
It was already understood, thanks to the
work of Rowland and his colleague Mario Molina, that the damage was
largely caused by the man-made CFCs used in refrigerators, spray bottles
and plastic foams, which escaped into the stratosphere and devoured
ozone molecules. It was also understood that the ozone problem and the
greenhouse-gas problem were linked. CFCs were unusually potent
greenhouse gases. Though CFCs had been mass-produced only since the
1930s, they were already responsible, by Jim Hansen’s calculation, for
nearly half of Earth’s warming during the 1970s. But nobody was worried
about CFCs because of their warming potential. They were worried about
getting skin cancer.
The United Nations, through two of its
intergovernmental agencies — the United Nations Environment Program and
the World Meteorological Organization — had in 1977 established a World
Plan of Action on the Ozone Layer. In 1985, UNEP adopted a framework for
a global treaty, the Vienna Convention for the Protection of the Ozone
Layer. The negotiators failed to agree upon any specific CFC regulations
in Vienna, but after the British scientists reported their findings
from the Antarctic two months later, the Reagan administration proposed a
reduction in CFC emissions of 95 percent. The speed of the reversal was
all the more remarkable because CFC regulation faced virulent
opposition. Dozens of American businesses with the word “refrigeration”
in their names, together with hundreds involved in the production,
manufacture and consumption of chemicals, plastics, paper goods and
frozen food — around 500 companies in total, from DuPont and the
American Petroleum Institute to Mrs. Smith’s Frozen Food Company of
Pottstown, Pa. — had united in 1980 as the Alliance for Responsible CFC
Policy. The alliance hounded the E.P.A., members of Congress and Reagan
himself, insisting that ozone science was uncertain. The few concessions
the alliance won, like forcing the E.P.A. to withdraw a plan to
regulate CFCs, were swiftly overturned by lawsuits, and once the public
discovered the “ozone hole,” every relevant government agency and every
sitting United States senator urged the president to endorse the United
Nations’ plans for a treaty. When Reagan finally submitted the Vienna
Convention to the Senate for ratification, he praised the “leading role”
played by the United States, fooling nobody.
Senior members of the United Nations
Environment Program and the World Meteorological Organization, including
Bert Bolin, a veteran of the Charney group, began to wonder whether
they could do for the carbon-dioxide problem what they had done for
ozone policy. The organizations had been holding semiannual conferences
on global warming since the early 1970s. But in 1985, just several
months after the bad news from the Antarctic, at an otherwise sleepy
meeting in Villach, Austria, the assembled 89 scientists from 29
countries began to discuss a subject that fell wildly outside their
discipline: politics.
An
Irish hydrology expert asked if his country should reconsider the
location of its dams. A Dutch seacoast engineer questioned the wisdom of
rebuilding dikes that had been destroyed by recent floods. And the
conference’s chairman, James Bruce, an unassuming, pragmatic
hydrometeorologist from Ontario, posed a question that shocked his
audience.
Bruce was a minister of the Canadian
environmental agency, a position that conferred him the esteem that his
American counterparts had forfeited when Reagan won the White House.
Just before leaving for Villach, he met with provincial dam and
hydropower managers. O.K., one of them said, you scientists win. You’ve
convinced me that the climate is changing. Well, tell me how it’s
changing. In 20 years, will the rain be falling somewhere else?
Bruce took this challenge to Villach:
You’re the experts. What am I supposed to tell him? People are hearing
the message, and they want to hear more. So how do we, in the scientific
world, begin a dialogue with the world of action?
The world of action. For a room
of scientists who prided themselves as belonging to a specialized guild
of monkish austerity, this was a startling provocation. On a bus tour of
the countryside, commissioned by their Austrian hosts, Bruce sat with
Roger Revelle, ignoring the Alps, speaking animatedly about the need for
scientists to demand political remedies in times of existential crisis.
The formal report ratified at Villach
contained the most forceful warnings yet issued by a scientific body.
Most major economic decisions undertaken by nations, it pointed out,
were based on the assumption that past climate conditions were a
reliable guide to the future. But the future would not look like the
past. Though some warming was inevitable, the scientists wrote, the
extent of the disaster could be “profoundly affected” by aggressive,
coordinated government policies. Fortunately there was a new model in
place to achieve just that. The balloon could be patched, the eggshell
bandaged, the ceiling replastered. There was still time.
3. The Size of The Human Imagination Spring-Summer 1986
It was the spring of 1986, and Curtis
Moore, a Republican staff member on the Committee on Environment and
Public Works, was telling Rafe Pomerance that the greenhouse effect
wasn’t a problem.
With his last ounce of patience, Pomerance begged to disagree.
Yes, Moore clarified — of course, it was
an existential problem, the fate of the civilization depended on it, the
oceans would boil, all of that. But it wasn’t a political
problem. Know how you could tell? Political problems had solutions. And
the climate issue had none. Without a solution — an obvious, attainable
one — any policy could only fail. No elected politician desired to come
within shouting distance of failure. So when it came to the dangers of
despoiling our planet beyond the range of habitability, most politicians
didn’t see a problem. Which meant that Pomerance had a very big problem
indeed.
He had followed the rapid ascension of
the ozone issue with the rueful admiration of a competitor. He was
thrilled for its success — however inadvertently, the treaty would serve
as the world’s first action to delay climate change. But it offered an
especially acute challenge for Pomerance, who after his yearlong hiatus
had become, as far as he knew, the nation’s first, and only, full-time
global-warming lobbyist. At the suggestion of Gordon MacDonald,
Pomerance joined the World Resources Institute, a nonprofit begun by Gus
Speth, a senior environmental official in Jimmy Carter’s White House
and a founder of the Natural Resources Defense Council. Unlike Friends
of the Earth, W.R.I. was not an activist organization; it occupied the
nebulous intersection of politics, international relations and energy
policy. Its mission was expansive enough to allow Pomerance to work
without interference. Yet the only thing that anyone on Capitol Hill
wanted to talk about was ozone.
That
was Curtis Moore’s proposal: Use ozone to revive climate. The ozone
hole had a solution — an international treaty, already in negotiation.
Why not hitch the milk wagon to the bullet train? Pomerance was
skeptical. The problems were related, sure: Without a reduction in CFC
emissions, you didn’t have a chance of averting cataclysmic global
warming. But it had been difficult enough to explain the carbon issue to
politicians and journalists; why complicate the sales pitch? Then
again, he didn’t see what choice he had. The Republicans controlled the
Senate, and Moore was his connection to the Senate’s environmental
committee.
Moore came through. At his suggestion,
Pomerance met with Senator John Chafee, a Republican from Rhode Island,
and helped persuade him to hold a double-barreled hearing on the twin
problems of ozone and carbon dioxide on June 10 and 11, 1986. F.Sherwood
Rowland, Robert Watson, a NASA scientist, and Richard Benedick, the
administration’s lead representative in international ozone
negotiations, would discuss ozone; James Hansen, Al Gore, the ecologist
George Woodwell and Carl Wunsch, a veteran of the Charney group, would
testify about climate change. As soon as the first witness appeared,
Pomerance realized that Moore’s instincts had been right. The ozone gang
was good.
Robert Watson dimmed the lights in the
hearing room. On a flimsy screen, he projected footage with the
staticky, low-budget quality of a slasher flick. It showed a bird’s-eye
view of the Antarctic, partly obscured by spiraling clouds. The footage
was so convincing that Chafee had to ask whether it was an actual
satellite image. Watson acknowledged that though created by satellite
data, it was, in fact, a simulation. An animation, to be precise. The
three-minute video showed every day of October — the month during which
the ozone thinned most drastically — for seven consecutive years. (The
other months, conveniently, were omitted.) A canny filmmaker had colored
the “ozone hole” pink. As the years sped forward, the polar vortex
madly gyroscoping, the hole expanded until it obscured most of
Antarctica. The smudge turned mauve, representing an even thinner
density of ozone, and then the dark purple of a hemorrhaging wound. The
data represented in the video wasn’t new, but nobody had thought to
represent it in this medium. If F.Sherwood Rowland’s earlier colorized
images were crime-scene photographs, Watson’s video was a surveillance
camera catching the killer red-handed.
As Pomerance had hoped, fear about the
ozone layer ensured a bounty of press coverage for the climate-change
testimony. But as he had feared, it caused many people to conflate the
two crises. One was Peter Jennings, who aired the video on ABC’s “World
News Tonight,” warning that the ozone hole “could lead to flooding all
over the world, also to drought and to famine.”
The confusion helped: For the first time
since the “Changing Climate” report, global-warming headlines appeared
by the dozen. William Nierenberg’s “caution, not panic” line was
inverted. It was all panic without a hint of caution: “A Dire Forecast
for ‘Greenhouse’ Earth” (the front page of The Washington Post);
“Scientists Predict Catastrophes in Growing Global Heat Wave” (Chicago
Tribune); “Swifter Warming of Globe Foreseen” (The New York Times). On
the second day of the Senate hearing, devoted to global warming, every
seat in the gallery was occupied; four men squeezed together on a broad
window sill.
Pomerance had suggested that Chafee,
instead of opening with the typical statement about the need for more
research, deliver a call for action. But Chafee went further: He called
for the State Department to begin negotiations on an international
solution with the Soviet Union. It was the kind of proposal that would
have been unthinkable even a year earlier, but the ozone issue had
established a precedent for global environmental problems: high-level
meetings among the world’s most powerful nations, followed by a global
summit meeting to negotiate a framework for a treaty to restrict
emissions.
After three years of backsliding and
silence, Pomerance was exhilarated to see interest in the issue spike
overnight. Not only that: A solution materialized, and a moral argument
was passionately articulated — by Rhode Island’s Republican senator no
less. “Ozone depletion and the greenhouse effect can no longer be
treated solely as important scientific questions,” Chafee said. “They
must be seen as critical problems facing the nations of the world, and
they are problems that demand solutions.”
The old canard about the need for more
research was roundly mocked — by Woodwell, by a W.R.I. colleague named
Andrew Maguire, by Senator George Mitchell, a Democrat from Maine.
“Scientists are never 100 percent certain,” the Princeton historian
Theodore Rabb testified. “That notion of total certainty is something
too elusive ever to be sought.” As Pomerance had been saying since 1979,
it was past time to act. Only now the argument was so broadly accepted
that nobody dared object.
The ozone hole, Pomerance realized, had
moved the public because, though it was no more visible than global
warming, people could be made to see it. They could watch it grow on
video. Its metaphors were emotionally wrought: Instead of summoning a
glass building that sheltered plants from chilly weather (“Everything
seems to flourish in there”), the hole evoked a violent rending of the
firmament, inviting deathly radiation. Americans felt that their lives
were in danger. An abstract, atmospheric problem had been reduced to the
size of the human imagination. It had been made just small enough, and
just large enough, to break through.
4. ‘Atmospheric Scientist, New York, N.Y.’ Fall 1987-Spring 1988
Four years after “Changing Climate,” two
years after a hole had torn open the firmament and a month after the
United States and more than three dozen other nations signed a treaty to
limit use of CFCs, the climate-change corps was ready to celebrate. It
had become conventional wisdom that climate change would follow ozone’s
trajectory. Reagan’s E.P.A. administrator, Lee M. Thomas, said as much
the day he signed the Montreal Protocol on Substances That Deplete the
Ozone Layer (the successor to the Vienna Convention), telling reporters
that global warming was likely to be the subject of a future
international agreement. Congress had already begun to consider policy —
in 1987 alone, there were eight days of climate hearings, in three
committees, across both chambers of Congress; Senator Joe Biden, a
Delaware Democrat, had introduced legislation to establish a national
climate-change strategy. And so it was that Jim Hansen found himself on
Oct. 27 in the not especially distinguished ballroom of the Quality Inn
on New Jersey Avenue, a block from the Capitol, at “Preparing for
Climate Change,” which was technically a conference but felt more like a
wedding.
The convivial mood had something to do
with its host. John Topping was an old-line Rockefeller Republican, a
Commerce Department lawyer under Nixon and an E.P.A. official under
Reagan. He first heard about the climate problem in the halls of the
E.P.A. in 1982 and sought out Hansen, who gave him a personal tutorial.
Topping was amazed to discover that out of the E.P.A.’s 13,000-person
staff, only seven people, by his count, were assigned to work on
climate, though he figured it was more important to the long-term
security of the nation than every other environmental issue combined.
After leaving the administration, he founded a nonprofit organization,
the Climate Institute, to bring together scientists, politicians and
businesspeople to discuss policy solutions. He didn’t have any
difficulty raising $150,000 to hold “Preparing for Climate Change”; the
major sponsors included BP America, General Electric and the American
Gas Association. Topping’s industry friends were intrigued. If a guy
like Topping thought this greenhouse business was important, they’d
better see what it was all about.
Glancing around the room, Jim Hansen
could chart, like an arborist counting rings on a stump, the growth of
the climate issue over the decade. Veterans like Gordon MacDonald,
George Woodwell and the environmental biologist Stephen Schneider stood
at the center of things. Former and current staff members from the
congressional science committees (Tom Grumbly, Curtis Moore, Anthony
Scoville) made introductions to the congressmen they advised. Hansen’s
owlish nemesis Fred Koomanoff was present, as were his counterparts from
the Soviet Union and Western Europe. Rafe Pomerance’s cranium could be
seen above the crowd, but unusually he was surrounded by colleagues from
other environmental organizations that until now had shown little
interest in a diffuse problem with no proven fund-raising record. The
party’s most conspicuous newcomers, however, the outermost ring, were
the oil-and-gas executives.
It
was not entirely surprising to see envoys from Exxon, the Gas Research
Institute and the electrical-grid trade groups, even if they had been
silent since “Changing Climate.” But they were joined by executives from
General Electric, AT&T and the American Petroleum Institute, which
that spring had invited a leading government scientist to make the case
for a transition to renewable energy at the industry’s annual world
conference in Houston. Even Richard Barnett was there, the chairman of
the Alliance for Responsible CFC Policy, the face of the campaign to
defeat an ozone treaty. Barnett’s retreat had been humiliating and
swift: After DuPont, by far the world’s single largest manufacturer of
CFCs, realized that it stood to profit from the transition to
replacement chemicals, the alliance abruptly reversed its position,
demanding that the United States sign a treaty as soon as possible. Now
Barnett, at the Quality Inn, was speaking about how “we bask in the
glory of the Montreal Protocol” and quoting Robert Frost’s “The Road Not
Taken” to express his hope for a renewed alliance between industry and
environmentalists. There were more than 250 people in all in the old
ballroom, and if the concentric rings extended any further, you would
have needed a larger hotel.
That evening, as a storm spat and coughed
outside, Rafe Pomerance gave one of his exhortative speeches urging
cooperation among the various factions, and John Chafee and Roger
Revelle received awards; introductions were made and business cards
earnestly exchanged. Not even a presentation by Hansen of his research
could sour the mood. The next night, on Oct. 28, at a high-spirited
dinner party in Topping’s townhouse on Capitol Hill, the oil-and-gas men
joked with the environmentalists, the trade-group representatives
chatted up the regulators and the academics got merrily drunk. Mikhail
Budyko, the don of the Soviet climatologists, settled into an extended
conversation about global warming with Topping’s 10-year-old son. It all
seemed like the start of a grand bargain, a uniting of factions — a
solution.
It was perhaps because of all this good
cheer that it was Hansen’s instinct to shrug off a peculiar series of
events that took place just a week later. He was scheduled to appear
before another Senate hearing, this time devoted entirely to climate
change. It was called by the Committee on Energy and Natural Resources
after Rafe Pomerance and Gordon MacDonald persuaded its chairman,
Bennett Johnston, a Democrat from Louisiana, of the issue’s significance
for the future of the oil-and-gas industry (Louisiana ranked third
among states in oil production). Hansen was accustomed to the
bureaucratic nuisances that attended testifying before Congress; before a
hearing, he had to send his formal statement to NASA headquarters,
which forwarded it to the White House’s Office of Management and Budget
for approval. “Major greenhouse climate changes are a certainty,” he had
written. “By the 2010s [in every scenario], essentially the entire
globe has very substantial warming.”
The process appeared entirely
perfunctory, but this time, on the Friday evening before his appearance
that Monday, he was informed that the White House demanded changes to
his testimony. No rationale was provided. Nor did Hansen understand by
what authority it could censor scientific findings. He told the
administrator in NASA’s legislative-affairs office that he refused to
make the changes. If that meant he couldn’t testify, so be it.
The NASA administrator had another idea.
The Office of Management and Budget had the authority to approve
government witnesses, she explained. But it couldn’t censor a private
citizen.
At the hearing three days later, on
Monday, Nov. 9, Hansen was listed as “Atmospheric Scientist, New York,
N.Y. ” — as if he were a crank with a telescope who had stumbled into
the Senate off the street. He was careful to emphasize the absurdity of
the situation in his opening remarks, at least to the degree that his
Midwestern reserve would allow: “Before I begin, I would like to state
that although I direct the NASA Goddard Institute for Space Studies, I
am appearing here as a private citizen.” In the most understated terms
available to him, Hansen provided his credentials: “Ten years’
experience in terrestrial climate studies and more than 10 years’
experience in the exploration and study of other planetary atmospheres.”
Assuming that one of the senators would
immediately ask about this odd introduction, Hansen had prepared an
elegant response. He planned to say that although his NASA colleagues
endorsed his findings, the White House had insisted he utter false
statements that would have distorted his conclusions. He figured this
would lead to an uproar. But no senator thought to ask about his title.
So the atmospheric scientist from New York City said nothing else about
it.
After the hearing, he went to lunch with
John Topping, who was stunned to hear of the White House’s ham-handed
attempt to silence him. “Uh, oh,” Topping joked, “Jim is a dangerous
man. We’re going to have to rally the troops to protect him.” The idea
that quiet, sober Jim Hansen could be seen as a threat to anyone, let
alone national security — well, it was enough to make him laugh.
But the brush with state censorship
stayed with Hansen in the months ahead. It confirmed that even after the
political triumph of the Montreal Protocol and the bipartisan support
of climate policy, there were still people within the White House who
hoped to prevent a debate. In its public statements, the administration
showed no such reluctance: By all appearances, plans for major policy
continued to advance rapidly. After the Johnston hearing, Timothy Wirth,
a freshman Democratic senator from Colorado on the energy committee,
began to plan a comprehensive package of climate-change legislation — a
New Deal for global warming. Wirth asked a legislative assistant, David
Harwood, to consult with experts on the issue, beginning with Rafe
Pomerance, in the hope of converting the science of climate change into a
new national energy policy.
In March 1988, Wirth joined 41 other
senators, nearly half of them Republicans, to demand that Reagan call
for an international treaty modeled after the ozone agreement. Because
the United States and the Soviet Union were the world’s two largest
contributors of carbon emissions, responsible for about one-third of the
world total, they should lead the negotiations. Reagan agreed. In May,
he signed a joint statement with Mikhail Gorbachev that included a
pledge to cooperate on global warming.
But
a pledge didn’t reduce emissions. Hansen was learning to think more
strategically — less like a scientist, more like a politician. Despite
the efforts of Wirth, there was as yet no serious plan nationally or
internationally to address climate change. Even Al Gore himself had, for
the moment, withdrawn his political claim to the issue. In 1987, at the
age of 39, Gore announced that he was running for president, in part to
bring attention to global warming, but he stopped emphasizing it after
the subject failed to captivate New Hampshire primary voters.
Hansen told Pomerance that the biggest
problem with the Johnston hearing, at least apart from the whole
censorship business, had been the month in which it was held: November.
“This business of having global-warming hearings in such cool weather is
never going to get attention,” he said. He wasn’t joking. At first he
assumed that it was enough to publish studies about global warming and
that the government would spring into action. Then he figured that his
statements to Congress would do it. It had seemed, at least momentarily,
that industry, understanding what was at stake, might lead. But nothing
had worked.
As spring turned to summer, Anniek Hansen
noticed a change in her husband’s disposition. He grew pale and
unusually thin. When she asked him about his day, Hansen replied with
some ambiguity and turned the conversation to sports: the Yankees, his
daughter’s basketball team, his son’s baseball team. But even for him,
he was unusually quiet, serious, distracted. Anniek would begin a
conversation and find that he hadn’t heard a word she said. She knew
what he was thinking: He was running out of time. We were running out of
time. Then came the summer of 1988, and Jim Hansen wasn’t the only one
who could tell that time was running out.
5. ‘You Will See Things That You Shall Believe’ Summer 1988
It was the hottest and driest summer in
history. Everywhere you looked, something was bursting into flames. Two
million acres in Alaska incinerated, and dozens of major fires scored
the West. Yellowstone National Park lost four million acres. Smoke was
visible from Chicago, 1,600 miles away.
In Nebraska, suffering its worst drought
since the Dust Bowl, there were days when every weather station
registered temperatures above 100 degrees. The director of the Kansas
Department of Health and Environment warned that the drought might be
the dawning of a climatic change that within a half century could turn
the state into a desert. “The dang heat,” said a farmer in Grinnell.
“Farming has so many perils, but climate is 99 percent of it.” In parts
of Wisconsin, where Gov. Tommy Thompson banned fireworks and smoking
cigarettes outdoors, the Fox and Wisconsin Rivers evaporated completely.
“At that point,” said an official from the Department of Natural
Resources, “we must just sit back and watch the fish die.”
Harvard University, for the first time,
closed because of heat. New York City’s streets melted, its mosquito
population quadrupled and its murder rate reached a record high. “It’s a
chore just to walk,” a former hostage negotiator told a reporter. “You
want to be left alone.” The 28th floor of Los Angeles’s second-tallest
building burst into flames; the cause, the Fire Department concluded,
was spontaneous combustion. Ducks fled the continental United States in
search of wetlands, many ending up in Alaska, swelling the pintail
population there to 1.5 million from 100,000. “How do you spell relief?”
asked a spokesman for the Fish and Wildlife Service. “If you are a duck
from America’s parched prairies, this year you may spell it
A-L-A-S-K-A.”
Nineteen Miss Indiana contestants,
outfitted with raincoats and umbrellas, sang “Come Rain or Come Shine,”
but it did not rain. The Rev. Jesse Jackson, a Democratic presidential
candidate, stood in an Illinois cornfield and prayed for rain, but it
did not rain. Cliff Doebel, the owner of a gardening store in Clyde,
Ohio, paid $2,000 to import Leonard Crow Dog, a Sioux Indian medicine
man from Rosebud, S.D. Crow Dog claimed to have performed 127 rain
dances, all successful. “You will see things that you shall believe,” he
told the townspeople of Clyde. “You will feel there is a chance for us
all.” After three days of dancing, it rained less than a quarter of an
inch.
Texas farmers fed their cattle cactus.
Stretches of the Mississippi River flowed at less than one-fifth of
normal capacity. Roughly 1,700 barges beached at Greenville, Miss.; an
additional 2,000 were marooned at St. Louis and Memphis. The on-field
thermometer at Veterans Stadium in Philadelphia, where the Phillies were
hosting the Chicago Cubs for a matinee, read 130 degrees. During a
pitching change, every player, coach and umpire, save the catcher and
the entering reliever, Todd Frohwirth, fled into the dugouts. (Frohwirth
would earn the victory.) In the Cleveland suburb of Lakewood on June
21, yet another record-smasher, a roofer working with 600-degree tar
exclaimed, “Will this madness ever end?”
On June 22 in Washington, where it hit
100 degrees, Rafe Pomerance received a call from Jim Hansen, who was
scheduled to testify the following morning at a Senate hearing called by
Timothy Wirth.
“I hope we have good media coverage tomorrow,” Hansen said.
This
amused Pomerance. He was the one who tended to worry about press;
Hansen usually claimed indifference to such vulgar considerations.
“Why’s that?” Pomerance asked.
Hansen had just received the most recent
global temperature data. Just over halfway into the year, 1988 was
setting records. Already it had nearly clinched the hottest year in
history. Ahead of schedule, the signal was emerging from the noise.
“I’m going to make a pretty strong statement,” Hansen said.
6. ‘The Signal Has Emerged’ June 1988
The night before the hearing, Hansen flew
to Washington to give himself enough time to prepare his oral testimony
in his hotel room. But he couldn’t focus — the ballgame was on the
radio. The slumping Yankees, who had fallen behind the Tigers for first
place, were trying to avoid a sweep in Detroit, and the game went to
extra innings. Hansen fell asleep without finishing his statement. He
awoke to bright sunlight, high humidity, choking heat. It was signal
weather in Washington: the hottest June 23 in history.
Before going to the Capitol, he attended a
meeting at NASA headquarters. One of his early champions at the agency,
Ichtiaque Rasool, was announcing the creation of a new carbon-dioxide
program. Hansen, sitting in a room with dozens of scientists, continued
to scribble his testimony under the table, barely listening. But he
heard Rasool say that the goal of the new program was to determine when a
warming signal might emerge. As you all know, Rasool said, no
respectable scientist would say that you already have a signal.
Hansen interrupted.
“I don’t know if he’s respectable or
not,” he said, “but I do know one scientist who is about to tell the
U.S. Senate that the signal has emerged.”
The other scientists looked up in
surprise, but Rasool ignored Hansen and continued his presentation.
Hansen returned to his testimony. He wrote: “The global warming is now
large enough that we can ascribe with a high degree of confidence a
cause-and-effect relationship to the greenhouse effect.” He wrote: “1988
so far is so much warmer than 1987, that barring a remarkable and
improbable cooling, 1988 will be the warmest year on record.” He wrote:
“The greenhouse effect has been detected, and it is changing our climate
now.”
By 2:10 p.m., when the session began, it
was 98 degrees, and not much cooler in Room 366 of the Dirksen Senate
Office Building, thanks to the two rows of television-camera lights.
Timothy Wirth’s office had told reporters that the plain-spoken NASA
scientist was going to make a major statement. After the staff members
saw the cameras, even those senators who hadn’t planned to attend
appeared at the dais, hastily reviewing the remarks their aides had
drafted for them. Half an hour before the hearing, Wirth pulled Hansen
aside. He wanted to change the order of speakers, placing Hansen first.
The senator wanted to make sure that Hansen’s statement got the proper
amount of attention. Hansen agreed.
“We
have only one planet,” Senator Bennett Johnston intoned. “If we screw
it up, we have no place to go.” Senator Max Baucus, a Democrat from
Montana, called for the United Nations Environment Program to begin
preparing a global remedy to the carbon-dioxide problem. Senator Dale
Bumpers, a Democrat of Arkansas, previewed Hansen’s testimony, saying
that it “ought to be cause for headlines in every newspaper in America
tomorrow morning.” The coverage, Bumpers emphasized, was a necessary
precursor to policy. “Nobody wants to take on any of the industries that
produce the things that we throw up into the atmosphere,” he said. “But
what you have are all these competing interests pitted against our very
survival.”
Wirth asked those standing in the gallery
to claim the few remaining seats available. “There is no point in
standing up through this on a hot day,” he said, happy for the occasion
to emphasize the historical heat. Then he introduced the star witness.
Hansen, wiping his brow, spoke without
affect, his eyes rarely rising from his notes. The warming trend could
be detected “with 99 percent confidence,” he said. “It is changing our
climate now.” But he saved his strongest comment for after the hearing,
when he was encircled in the hallway by reporters. “It is time to stop
waffling so much,” he said, “and say that the evidence is pretty strong
that the greenhouse effect is here.”
The press followed Bumpers’s advice.
Hansen’s testimony prompted headlines in dozens of newspapers across the
country, including The New York Times, which announced, across the top
of its front page: “Global Warming Has Begun, Expert Tells Senate.”
But Hansen had no time to dwell on any of
this. As soon as he got home to New York, Anniek told him she had
breast cancer. She had found out two weeks earlier, but she didn’t want
to upset him before the hearing. In the following days, while the entire
world tried to learn about James Hansen, he tried to learn about
Anniek’s illness. After he absorbed the initial shock and made a truce
with the fear — his grandmother died from the disease — he dedicated
himself to his wife’s treatment with all the rigor of his profession. As
they weighed treatment options and analyzed medical data, Anniek
noticed him begin to change. The frustration of the last year began to
fall away. It yielded, in those doctor’s offices, to a steady coolness,
an obsession for detail, a dogged optimism. He began to look like
himself again.
7. ‘Woodstock For Climate Change’ June 1988-April 1989
In the immediate flush of optimism after
the Wirth hearing — henceforth known as the Hansen hearing — Rafe
Pomerance called his allies on Capitol Hill, the young staff members who
advised politicians, organized hearings, wrote legislation. We need to
finalize a number, he told them, a specific target, in order to move the
issue — to turn all this publicity into policy. The Montreal Protocol
had called for a 50 percent reduction in CFC emissions by 1998. What was
the right target for carbon emissions? It wasn’t enough to exhort
nations to do better. That kind of talk might sound noble, but it didn’t
change investments or laws. They needed a hard goal — something
ambitious but reasonable. And they needed it soon: Just four days after
Hansen’s star turn, politicians from 46 nations and more than 300
scientists would convene in Toronto at the World Conference on the
Changing Atmosphere, an event described by Philip Shabecoff of The New
York Times as “Woodstock for climate change.”
Pomerance hastily arranged a meeting
with, among others, David Harwood, the architect of Wirth’s climate
legislation; Roger Dower in the Congressional Budget Office, who was
calculating the plausibility of a national carbon tax; and Irving
Mintzer, a colleague at the World Resources Institute who had a deep
knowledge of energy economics. Wirth was scheduled to give the keynote
address at Toronto — Harwood would write it — and could propose a number
then. But which one?
Pomerance had a proposal: a 20 percent reduction in carbon emissions by 2000.
Ambitious, Harwood said. In all his work
planning climate policy, he had seen no assurance that such a steep drop
in emissions was possible. Then again, 2000 was more than a decade off,
so it allowed for some flexibility.
What
really mattered wasn’t the number itself, Dower said, but simply that
they settle on one. He agreed that a hard target was the only way to
push the issue forward. Though his job at the C.B.O. required him to
come up with precise estimates of speculative, complex policy, there
wasn’t time for yet another academic study to arrive at the exact right
number. Pomerance’s unscientific suggestion sounded fine to him.
Mintzer pointed out that a 20 percent
reduction was consistent with the academic literature on energy
efficiency. Various studies over the years had shown that you could
improve efficiency in most energy systems by roughly 20 percent if you
adopted best practices. Of course, with any target, you had to take into
account the fact that the developing world would inevitably consume
much larger quantities of fossil fuels by 2000. But those gains could be
offset by a wider propagation of the renewable technologies already at
hand — solar, wind, geothermal. It was not a rigorous scientific
analysis, Mintzer granted, but 20 percent sounded plausible. We wouldn’t
need to solve cold fusion or ask Congress to repeal the law of gravity.
We could manage it with the knowledge and technology we already had.
Besides, Pomerance said, 20 by 2000 sounds good.
In Toronto a few days later, Pomerance
talked up his idea with everyone he met — environmental ministers,
scientists, journalists. Nobody thought it sounded crazy. He took that
as an encouraging sign. Other delegates soon proposed the number to him
independently, as if they had come up with it themselves. That was an
even better sign.
Wirth, in his keynote on June 27, called
for the world to reduce emissions by 20 percent by 2000, with an
eventual reduction of 50 percent. Other speakers likened the
ramifications of climate change to a global nuclear war, but it was the
emissions target that was heard in Washington, London, Berlin, Moscow.
The conference’s final statement, signed by all 400 scientists and
politicians in attendance, repeated the demand with a slight variation: a
20 percent reduction in carbon emissions by 2005. Just like that,
Pomerance’s best guess became global diplomatic policy.
Hansen, emerging from Anniek’s successful
cancer surgery, took it upon himself to start a one-man public
information campaign. He gave news conferences and was quoted in
seemingly every article about the issue; he even appeared on television
with homemade props. Like an entrant at an elementary-school science
fair, he made “loaded dice” out of sections of cardboard and colored
paper to illustrate the increased likelihood of hotter weather in a
warmer climate. Public awareness of the greenhouse effect reached a new
high of 68 percent.
At the end of the sulfurous summer,
several months after Gore ended his candidacy, global warming became a
major subject of the presidential campaign. While Michael Dukakis
proposed tax incentives to encourage domestic oil production and boasted
that coal could satisfy the nation’s energy needs for the next three
centuries, George Bush took advantage. “I am an environmentalist,” he
declared on the shore of Lake Erie, the first stop on a five-state
environmental tour that would take him to Boston Harbor, Dukakis’s home
turf. “Those who think we are powerless to do anything about the
greenhouse effect,” he said, “are forgetting about the White House
effect.” His running mate emphasized the ticket’s commitment to the
issue at the vice-presidential debate. “The greenhouse effect is an
important environmental issue,” Dan Quayle said. “We need to get on with
it. And in a George Bush administration, you can bet that we will.”
This kind of talk roused the oil-and-gas
men. “A lot of people on the Hill see the greenhouse effect as the issue
of the 1990s,” a gas lobbyist told Oil & Gas Journal. Before a
meeting of oil executives shortly after the “environmentalist” candidate
won the election, Representative Dick Cheney, a Wyoming Republican,
warned, “It’s going to be very difficult to fend off some kind of
gasoline tax.” The coal industry, which had the most to lose from
restrictions on carbon emissions, had moved beyond denial to
resignation. A spokesman for the National Coal Association acknowledged
that the greenhouse effect was no longer “an emerging issue. It is here
already, and we’ll be hearing more and more about it.”
By the end of the year, 32 climate bills
had been introduced in Congress, led by Wirth’s omnibus National Energy
Policy Act of 1988. Co-sponsored by 13 Democrats and five Republicans,
it established as a national goal an “International Global Agreement on
the Atmosphere by 1992,” ordered the Energy Department to submit to
Congress a plan to reduce energy use by at least 2 percent a year
through 2005 and directed the Congressional Budget Office to calculate
the feasibility of a carbon tax. A lawyer for the Senate energy
committee told an industry journal that lawmakers were “frightened” by
the issue and predicted that Congress would eventually pass significant
legislation after Bush took office.
The other great powers refused to wait.
The German Parliament created a special commission on climate change,
which concluded that action had to be taken immediately, “irrespective
of any need for further research,” and that the Toronto goal was
inadequate; it recommended a 30 percent reduction of carbon emissions.
The prime ministers of Canada and Norway called for a binding
international treaty on the atmosphere; Sweden’s Parliament went
further, announcing a national strategy to stabilize emissions at the
1988 level and eventually imposing a carbon tax; and Margaret Thatcher,
who had studied chemistry at Oxford, warned in a speech to the Royal
Society that global warming could “greatly exceed the capacity of our
natural habitat to cope” and that “the health of the economy and the
health of our environment are totally dependent upon each other.”
It was at this time — at a moment when
the environmental movement was, in the words of one energy lobbyist, “on
a tear” — that the United Nations unanimously endorsed the
establishment, by the World Meteorological Organization and the United
Nations Environment Program, of an Intergovernmental Panel on Climate
Change, composed of scientists and policymakers, to conduct scientific
assessments and develop global climate policy. One of the I.P.C.C.’s
first sessions to plan an international treaty was hosted by the State
Department, 10 days after Bush’s inauguration. James Baker chose the
occasion to make his first speech as secretary of state. “We can
probably not afford to wait until all of the uncertainties about global
climate change have been resolved,” he said. “Time will not make the
problem go away.” Much of Congress agreed: On April 14, 1989, a
bipartisan group of 24 senators, led by the majority leader, George
Mitchell, requested that Bush cut emissions in the United States even
before the I.P.C.C.’s working group made its recommendation. “We cannot
afford the long lead times associated with a comprehensive global
agreement,” the senators wrote. Bush had promised to combat the
greenhouse effect with the White House effect. The self-proclaimed
environmentalist was now seated in the Oval Office. It was time.
8. ‘You Never Beat The White House’ April 1989
After Jim Baker gave his boisterous
address to the I.P.C.C. working group at the State Department, he
received a visit from John Sununu, Bush’s chief of staff. Leave the
science to the scientists, Sununu told Baker. Stay clear of this
greenhouse-effect nonsense. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Baker, who had served as Reagan’s chief
of staff, didn’t speak about the subject again. He later told the White
House that he was recusing himself from energy-policy issues, on account
of his previous career as a Houston oil-and-gas lawyer.
Sununu, an enthusiastic contrarian,
delighted in defying any lazy characterizations of himself. His father
was a Lebanese exporter from Boston, and his mother was a Salvadoran of
Greek ancestry; he was born in Havana. In his three terms as governor of
New Hampshire, he had come, in the epithets of national political
columnists, to embody Yankee conservatism: pragmatic, business-friendly,
technocratic, “no-nonsense.” He had fought angrily against local
environmentalists to open a nuclear power plant, but he had also signed
the nation’s first acid-rain legislation and lobbied Reagan directly for
a reduction of sulfur-dioxide pollution by 50 percent, the target
sought by the Audubon Society. He was perceived as more conservative
than the president, a budget hawk who had turned a $44 million state
deficit into a surplus without raising taxes, and openly insulted
Republican politicians and the president of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce
when they drifted, however tentatively, from his anti-tax
doctrinairism. Yet he increased spending on mental health care and
public-land preservation in New Hampshire, and in the White House he
would help negotiate a tax increase and secure the Supreme Court
nomination of David Souter.
Bush
had chosen Sununu for his political instincts — he was credited with
having won Bush the New Hampshire primary, after Bush came in third in
Iowa, all but securing him the nomination. But despite his reputation as
a political wolf, he still thought of himself as a scientist — an “old
engineer,” as he was fond of putting it, having earned a Ph.D. in
mechanical engineering from M.I.T. decades earlier. He lacked the
reflexive deference that so many of his political generation reserved
for the class of elite government scientists. Since World War II, he
believed, conspiratorial forces had used the imprimatur of scientific
knowledge to advance an “anti-growth” doctrine. He reserved particular
disdain for Paul Ehrlich’s “The Population Bomb,” which prophesied that
hundreds of millions of people would starve to death if the world took
no step to curb population growth; the Club of Rome, an organization of
European scientists, heads of state and economists, which similarly
warned that the world would run out of natural resources; and as
recently as the mid-’70s, the hypothesis advanced by some of the
nation’s most celebrated scientists — including Carl Sagan, Stephen
Schneider and Ichtiaque Rasool — that a new ice age was dawning, thanks
to the proliferation of man-made aerosols. All were theories of
questionable scientific merit, portending vast, authoritarian remedies
to halt economic progress.
Sununu had suspected that the greenhouse
effect belonged to this nefarious cabal since 1975, when the
anthropologist Margaret Mead convened a symposium on the subject at the
National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences. “Unless the peoples
of the world can begin to understand the immense and long-term
consequences of what appear to be small immediate choices,” Mead wrote,
“the whole planet may become endangered.” Her conclusions were stark,
immediate and absent the caveats that hobbled the scientific literature.
Or as Sununu saw it, she showed her hand: “Never before have the
governing bodies of the world been faced with decisions so
far-reaching,” Mead wrote. “It is inevitable that there will be a clash
between those concerned with immediate problems and those who concern
themselves with long-term consequences.” When Mead talked about
“far-reaching” decisions and “long-term consequences,” Sununu heard the
marching of jackboots.
In April, the director of the O.M.B.,
Richard Darman, a close ally of Sununu’s, mentioned that the NASA
scientist James Hansen, who had forced the issue of global warming onto
the national agenda the previous summer, was going to testify again —
this time at a hearing called by Al Gore. Darman had the testimony and
described it. Sununu was appalled: Hansen’s language seemed extreme,
based on scientific arguments that he considered, as he later put it,
like “technical garbage.”
While Sununu and Darman reviewed Hansen’s
statements, the E.P.A. administrator, William K. Reilly, took a new
proposal to the White House. The next meeting of the I.P.C.C.’s working
group was scheduled for Geneva the following month, in May; it was the
perfect occasion, Reilly argued, to take a stronger stand on climate
change. Bush should demand a global treaty to reduce carbon emissions.
Sununu disagreed. It would be foolish, he
said, to let the nation stumble into a binding agreement on
questionable scientific merits, especially as it would compel some
unknown quantity of economic pain. They went back and forth. Reilly
didn’t want to cede leadership on the issue to the European powers;
after all, the first high-level diplomatic meeting on climate change, to
which Reilly was invited, would take place just a few months later in
the Netherlands. Statements of caution would make the “environmental
president” look like a hypocrite and hurt the United States’ leverage in
a negotiation. But Sununu wouldn’t budge. He ordered the American
delegates not to make any commitment in Geneva. Very soon after that,
someone leaked the exchange to the press.
Sununu, blaming Reilly, was furious. When
accounts of his argument with Reilly appeared in The Los Angeles Times
and The Washington Post ahead of the Geneva I.P.C.C. meeting, they made
the White House look as if it didn’t know what it was doing.
A deputy of Jim Baker pulled Reilly
aside. He said he had a message from Baker, who had observed Reilly’s
infighting with Sununu. “In the long run,” the deputy warned Reilly,
“you never beat the White House.”
9. ‘A Form of Science Fraud’ May 1989
In the first week of May 1989, when
Hansen received his proposed testimony back from the O.M.B., it was
disfigured by deletions and, more incredible, additions. Gore had called
the hearing to increase the pressure on Bush to sign major climate
legislation; Hansen had wanted to use the occasion to clarify one major
point that, in the hubbub following the 1988 hearing, had been
misunderstood. Global warming would not only cause more heat waves and
droughts like those of the previous summer but would also lead to more
extreme rain events. This was crucial — he didn’t want the public to
conclude, the next time there was a mild summer, that global warming
wasn’t real.
But the edited text was a mess. For a
couple of days, Hansen played along, accepting the more innocuous edits.
But he couldn’t accept some of the howlers proposed by the O.M.B. With
the hearing only two days away, he gave up. He told NASA’s congressional
liaison to stop fighting. Let the White House have its way, he said.
But Hansen would have his way, too. As
soon as he hung up, he drafted a letter to Gore. He explained that the
O.M.B. wanted him to demote his own scientific findings to “estimates”
from models that were “evolving” and unreliable. His anonymous censor
wanted him to say that the causes of global warming were “scientifically
unknown” and might be attributable to “natural processes,” caveats that
would not only render his testimony meaningless but make him sound like
a moron. The most bizarre addition, however, was a statement of a
different kind. He was asked to argue that Congress should only pass
climate legislation that immediately benefited the economy, “independent
of concerns about an increasing greenhouse effect” — a sentence that no
scientist would ever utter, unless perhaps he were employed by the
American Petroleum Institute. Hansen faxed his letter to Gore and left
the office.
When
he arrived home, Anniek told him Gore had called. Would it be all
right, Gore asked when Hansen spoke with him, if I tell a couple of
reporters about this?
The New York Times’s Philip Shabecoff
called the next morning. “I should be allowed to say what is my
scientific position,” Hansen told him. “I can understand changing
policy, but not science.”
On Monday, May 8, the morning of the
hearing, he left early for his flight to Washington and did not see the
newspaper until he arrived at Dirksen, where Gore showed it to him. The
front-page headline read: “Scientist Says Budget Office Altered His
Testimony.” They agreed that Hansen would give his testimony as planned,
after which Gore would ask about the passages that the O.M.B. had
rewritten.
Gore stopped at the door. “We better go
separately,” he said. “Otherwise they’ll be able to get both of us with
one hand grenade.”
In the crowded hearing room, the cameras
fixed on Hansen. He held his statement in one hand and a single
Christmas tree bulb in the other — a prop to help explain, however
shakily, that the warming already created by fossil-fuel combustion was
equivalent to placing a Christmas light over every square meter of
Earth’s surface. After Hansen read his sanitized testimony, Gore
pounced. He was puzzled by inconsistencies in the distinguished
scientist’s presentation, he said in a tone thick with mock confusion.
“Why do you directly contradict yourself?”
Hansen explained that he had not written
those contradictory statements. “The Bush administration is acting as if
it is scared of the truth,” Gore said. “If they forced you to change a
scientific conclusion, it is a form of science fraud.”
Another government scientist testifying
at the hearing, Jerry Mahlman from NOAA, acknowledged that the White
House had previously tried to change his conclusions too. Mahlman had
managed to deflect the worst of it, however — “objectionable and also
unscientific” recommendations, he said, that would have been “severely
embarrassing to me in the face of my scientific colleagues.”
Gore called it “an outrage of the first
order of magnitude.” The 1988 hearing had created a hero out of Jim
Hansen. Now Gore had a real villain, one far more treacherous than Fred
Koomanoff — a nameless censor in the White House, hiding behind O.M.B.
letterhead.
The cameras followed Hansen and Gore into
the marbled hallway. Hansen insisted that he wanted to focus on the
science. Gore focused on the politics. “I think they’re scared of the
truth,” he said. “They’re scared that Hansen and the other scientists
are right and that some dramatic policy changes are going to be needed,
and they don’t want to face up to it.”
10. The White House Effect Fall 1989
The censorship did more to publicize
Hansen’s testimony and the dangers of global warming than anything he
could have possibly said. At the White House briefing later that
morning, Press Secretary Marlin Fitzwater admitted that Hansen’s
statement had been changed. He blamed an official “five levels down from
the top” and promised that there would be no retaliation. Hansen, he
added, was “an outstanding and distinguished scientist” and was “doing a
great job.”
The Los Angeles Times called the
censorship “an outrageous assault.” The Chicago Tribune said it was the
beginning of “a cold war on global warming,” and The New York Times
warned that the White House’s “heavy-handed intervention sends the
signal that Washington wants to go slow on addressing the greenhouse
problem.”
The day after the hearing, Gore received
an unannounced visit from the O.M.B. director, Richard Darman. He came
alone, without aides. He said he wanted to apologize to Gore in person.
He was sorry, and he wanted Gore to know it; the O.M.B. would not try to
censor anyone again. Gore, stunned, thanked Darman. Something about his
apology — the effusiveness, the mortified tone or perhaps the fact that
he had come by himself, as if in secret — left Gore with the impression
that the idea to censor Hansen didn’t come from someone five levels
down from the top, or even below Darman. It had come from someone above
Darman.
Darman went to see Sununu. He didn’t like
being accused of censoring scientists. They needed to issue some kind
of response. Sununu called Reilly to ask if he had any ideas. We could
start, Reilly said, by recommitting to a global climate treaty. The
United States was the only Western nation on record as opposing
negotiations.
Sununu
sent a telegram to Geneva endorsing a plan “to develop full
international consensus on necessary steps to prepare for a formal
treaty-negotiating process. The scope and importance of this issue are
so great that it is essential for the U.S. to exercise leadership.” He
proposed an international workshop to improve the accuracy of the
science and calculate the economic costs of emissions reductions. Sununu
signed the telegram himself. A day later, the president pledged to host
a climate workshop at the White House. Rafe Pomerance was unconvinced,
telling the press that this belated effort to save face was a “waffle”
that fell short of real action: “We should be able to complete a treaty
by the end of 1990,” he said, “not be starting one.” But the general
response from the press was relief and praise.
Still, Sununu seethed at any mention of
the subject. He had taken it upon himself to study more deeply the
greenhouse effect; he would have a rudimentary, one-dimensional general
circulation model installed on his personal desktop computer. He decided
that the models promoted by Jim Hansen were a lot of bunk. They were
horribly imprecise in scale and underestimated the ocean’s ability to
mitigate warming. Sununu complained about Hansen to D. Allan Bromley, a
nuclear physicist from Yale who, at Sununu’s recommendation, was named
Bush’s science adviser. Hansen’s findings were “technical poppycock”
that didn’t begin to justify such wild-eyed pronouncements that “the
greenhouse effect is here” or that the 1988 heat waves could be
attributed to global warming, let alone serve as the basis for national
economic policy.
When a junior staff member in the Energy
Department, in a meeting at the White House with Sununu and Reilly,
mentioned an initiative to reduce fossil-fuel use, Sununu interrupted
her. “Why in the world would you need to reduce fossil-fuel use?” he
asked. “Because of climate change,” the young woman replied.
“I don’t want anyone in this
administration without a scientific background using ‘climate change’ or
‘global warming’ ever again,” he said. “If you don’t have a technical
basis for policy, don’t run around making decisions on the basis of
newspaper headlines.” After the meeting, Reilly caught up to the staff
member in the hallway. She was shaken. Don’t take it personally, Reilly
told her. Sununu might have been looking at you, but that was directed
at me.
Relations between Sununu and Reilly
became openly adversarial. Reilly, Sununu thought, was a creature of the
environmental lobby. He was trying to impress his friends at the E.P.A.
without having a basic grasp of the science himself. Most unforgivable
of all was what Sununu saw as Reilly’s propensity to leak to the press.
Whenever Reilly sent the White House names of candidates he wanted to
hire for openings at the E.P.A., Sununu vetoed them. When it came time
for the high-level diplomatic meeting in November, a gathering of
environmental ministers in the Netherlands, Sununu didn’t trust Reilly
to negotiate on behalf of the White House. So he sent Allan Bromley to
accompany him.
Reilly, for his part, didn’t entirely
blame Sununu for Bush’s indecision on the prospect of a climate treaty.
The president had never taken a vigorous interest in global warming and
was mainly briefed about it by nonscientists. Bush had brought up the
subject on the campaign trail, in his speech about the White House
effect, after leafing through a briefing booklet for a new issue that
might generate some positive press. When Reilly tried in person to
persuade him to take action, Bush deferred to Sununu and Baker. Why
don’t the three of you work it out, he said. Let me know when you
decide. But by the time Reilly got to the Noordwijk Ministerial
Conference in the Netherlands, he suspected that it was already too
late.
11. ‘The Skunks at The Garden Party’ November 1989
Rafe Pomerance awoke at sunlight and
stole out of his hotel, making for the flagpoles. It was nearly freezing
— Nov. 6, 1989, on the coast of the North Sea in the Dutch resort town
of Noordwijk — but the wind had yet to rise and the photographer was
waiting. More than 60 flags lined the strand between the hotel and the
beach, one for each nation in attendance at the first major diplomatic
meeting on global warming. The delegations would review the progress
made by the I.P.C.C. and decide whether to endorse a framework for a
global treaty. There was a general sense among the delegates that they
would, at minimum, agree to the target proposed by the host, the Dutch
environmental minister, more modest than the Toronto number: a freezing
of greenhouse-gas emissions at 1990 levels by 2000. Some believed that
if the meeting was a success, it would encourage the I.P.C.C. to
accelerate its negotiations and reach a decision about a treaty sooner.
But at the very least, the world’s environmental ministers should sign a
statement endorsing a hard, binding target of emissions reductions. The
mood among the delegates was electric, nearly giddy — after more than a
decade of fruitless international meetings, they could finally sign an
agreement that meant something.
Pomerance had not been among the 400
delegates invited to Noordwijk. But together with three young activists —
Daniel Becker of the Sierra Club, Alden Meyer of the Union of Concerned
Scientists and Stewart Boyle from Friends of the Earth — he had formed
his own impromptu delegation. Their constituency, they liked to say, was
the climate itself. Their mission was to pressure the delegates to
include in the final conference statement, which would be used as the
basis for a global treaty, the target proposed in Toronto: a 20 percent
reduction of greenhouse-gas combustion by 2005. It was the only measure
that mattered, the amount of emissions reductions, and the Toronto
number was the strongest global target yet proposed.
The activists booked their own travel and
doubled up in rooms at a beat-up motel down the beach. They managed to
secure all-access credentials from the Dutch environmental ministry’s
press secretary. He was inclined to be sympathetic toward the activists
because it had been rumored that Allan Bromley, one of the United
States’ lead delegates, would try to persuade the delegates from Japan
and the Soviet Union to join him in resisting the idea of a binding
agreement, despite the fact that Bush had again claimed just earlier
that week that the United States would “play a leadership role in global
warming.” The Dutch were especially concerned about this development,
as even a minor rise in sea level would swamp much of their nation.
The
activists planned to stage a stunt each day to embarrass Bromley and
galvanize support for a hard treaty. The first took place at the
flagpoles, where they met a photographer from Agence France-Presse at
dawn. Performing for the photographer, Boyle and Becker lowered the
Japanese, Soviet and American flags to half-staff. Becker gave a
reporter an outraged statement, accusing the three nations of conspiring
to block the one action necessary to save the planet. The article
appeared on front pages across Europe.
On the second day, Pomerance and Becker
met an official from Kiribati, an island nation of 33 atolls in the
middle of the Pacific Ocean about halfway between Hawaii and Australia.
They asked if he was Kiribati’s environmental minister.
Kiribati is a very small place, the man
said. I do everything. I’m the environmental minister. I’m the science
minister. I’m everything. If the sea rises, he said, my entire nation
will be underwater.
Pomerance and Becker exchanged a look.
“If we set up a news conference,” Pomerance asked, “will you tell them
what you just told us?”
Within minutes, they had assembled a couple dozen journalists.
There is no place on Kiribati taller than
my head, began the minister, who seemed barely more than five feet
tall. So when we talk about one-foot sea-level rise, that means the
water is up to my shin.
He pointed to his shin.
Two feet, he said, that’s my thigh.
He pointed to his thigh.
Three feet, that’s my waist.
He pointed to his waist.
Am I making myself clear?
Pomerance and Becker were ecstatic. The minister came over to them. Is that what you had in mind? he asked.
It was a good start, and necessary too —
Pomerance had the sinking feeling that the momentum of the previous year
was beginning to flag. The censoring of Hansen’s testimony and the
inexplicably strident opposition from John Sununu were ominous signs. So
were the findings of a report Pomerance had commissioned, published in
September by the World Resources Institute, tracking global
greenhouse-gas emissions. The United States was the largest contributor
by far, producing nearly a quarter of the world’s carbon emissions, and
its contribution was growing faster than that of every other country.
Bush’s indecision, or perhaps inattention, had already managed to delay
the negotiation of a global climate treaty until 1990 at the earliest,
perhaps even 1991. By then, Pomerance worried, it would be too late.
The one meeting to which Pomerance’s
atmospheric delegation could not gain admittance was the only one that
mattered: the final negotiation. The scientists and I.P.C.C. staff
members were asked to leave; just the environmental ministers remained.
Pomerance and the other activists haunted the carpeted hallway outside
the conference room, waiting and thinking. A decade earlier, Pomerance
helped warn the White House of the dangers posed by fossil-fuel
combustion; nine years earlier, at a fairy-tale castle on the Gulf of
Mexico, he tried to persuade Congress to write climate legislation,
reshape American energy policy and demand that the United States lead an
international process to arrest climate change. Just one year ago, he
devised the first emissions target to be proposed at a major
international conference. Now, at the end of the decade, senior
diplomats from all over the world were debating the merits of a binding
climate treaty. Only he was powerless to participate. He could only
trust, as he stared at the wall separating him from the diplomats and
their muffled debate, that all his work had been enough.
The meeting began in the morning and
continued into the night, much longer than expected; most of the
delegates had come to the conference ready to sign the Dutch proposal.
Each time the doors opened and a minister headed to the bathroom at the
other end of the hall, the activists leapt up, asking for an update. The
ministers maintained a studied silence, but as the negotiations went
past midnight, their aggravation was recorded in their stricken faces
and opened collars.
“What’s happening?” Becker shouted, for the hundredth time, as the Swedish minister surfaced.
“Your government,” the minister said, “is fucking this thing up!”
When the beaten delegates finally emerged
from the conference room, Becker and Pomerance learned what happened.
Bromley, at the urging of John Sununu and with the acquiescence of
Britain, Japan and the Soviet Union, had forced the conference to
abandon the commitment to freeze emissions. The final statement noted
only that “many” nations supported stabilizing emissions — but did not
indicate which nations or at what emissions level. And with that, a
decade of excruciating, painful, exhilarating progress turned to air.
The environmentalists spent the morning
giving interviews and writing news releases. “You must conclude the
conference is a failure,” Becker said, calling the dissenting nations
“the skunks at the garden party.” Greenpeace called it a “disaster.”
Timothy Wirth, in Washington, said the outcome was proof that the United
States was “not a leader but a delinquent partner.”
Pomerance tried to be more diplomatic.
“The president made a commitment to the American people to deal with
global warming,” he told The Washington Post, “and he hasn’t followed it
up.” He didn’t want to sound defeated. “There are some good building
blocks here,” Pomerance said, and he meant it. The Montreal Protocol on
CFCs wasn’t perfect at first, either — it had huge loopholes and weak
restrictions. Once in place, however, the restrictions could be
tightened. Perhaps the same could happen with climate change. Perhaps.
Pomerance was not one for pessimism. As William Reilly told reporters,
dutifully defending the official position forced upon him, it was the
first time that the United States had formally endorsed the concept of
an emissions limit. Pomerance wanted to believe that this was progress.
Before leaving the Netherlands, he joined
the other activists for a final round of drinks and commiseration. He
would have to return to Washington the next day and start all over
again. The I.P.C.C.’s next policy-group meeting would take place in
Edinburgh in two months, and there was concern that the Noordwijk
failure might influence the group members into lowering their
expectations for a treaty. But Pomerance refused to be dejected — there
was no point to it. His companions, though more openly disappointed,
shared his determination. One of them, Daniel Becker, had just found out
that his wife was pregnant with their first child.
She had traveled with Becker to the
Netherlands to visit friends before the conference started. One day,
their hosts took them on a day trip to Zeeland, a southwestern province
where three rivers emptied into the sea. All week in Noordwijk, Becker
couldn’t stop talking about what he had seen in Zeeland. After a flood
in 1953, when the sea swallowed much of the region, killing more than
2,000 people, the Dutch began to build the Delta Works, a vast
concrete-and-steel fortress of movable barriers, dams and sluice gates —
a masterpiece of human engineering. The whole system could be locked
into place within 90 minutes, defending the land against storm surge. It
reduced the country’s exposure to the sea by 700 kilometers, Becker
explained. The United States coastline was about 153,000 kilometers
long. How long, he asked, was the entire terrestrial coastline? Because
the whole world was going to need this. In Zeeland, he said, he had seen
the future.
Epilogue
Ken Caldeira, a climate scientist at the
Carnegie Institution for Science in Stanford, Calif., has a habit of
asking new graduate students to name the largest fundamental
breakthrough in climate physics since 1979. It’s a trick question. There
has been no breakthrough. As with any mature scientific discipline,
there is only refinement. The computer models grow more precise; the
regional analyses sharpen; estimates solidify into observational data.
Where there have been inaccuracies, they have tended to be in the
direction of understatement. Caldeira and a colleague recently published
a paper in Nature finding that the world is warming more quickly than
most climate models predict. The toughest emissions reductions now being
proposed, even by the most committed nations, will probably fail to
achieve “any given global temperature stabilization target.”
More carbon has been released into the
atmosphere since the final day of the Noordwijk conference, Nov. 7,
1989, than in the entire history of civilization preceding it. In 1990,
humankind burned more than 20 billion metric tons of carbon dioxide. By
2017, the figure had risen to 32.5 billion metric tons, a record.
Despite every action taken since the Charney report — the billions of
dollars invested in research, the nonbinding treaties, the investments
in renewable energy — the only number that counts, the total quantity of
global greenhouse gas emitted per year, has continued its inexorable
rise.
Like the scientific story, the political
story hasn’t changed greatly, except in its particulars. Even some of
the nations that pushed hardest for climate policy have failed to honor
their own commitments. When it comes to our own nation, which has failed
to make any binding commitments whatsoever, the dominant narrative for
the last quarter century has concerned the efforts of the fossil-fuel
industries to suppress science, confuse public knowledge and bribe
politicians.
The
mustache-twirling depravity of these campaigns has left the impression
that the oil-and-gas industry always operated thus; while the Exxon
scientists and American Petroleum Institute clerics of the ’70s and ’80s
were hardly good Samaritans, they did not start multimillion-dollar
disinformation campaigns, pay scientists to distort the truth or try to
brainwash children in elementary schools, as their successors would. It
was James Hansen’s testimony before Congress in 1988 that, for the first
time since the “Changing Climate” report, made oil-and-gas executives
begin to consider the issue’s potential to hurt their profits. Exxon, as
ever, led the field. Six weeks after Hansen’s testimony, Exxon’s
manager of science and strategy development, Duane LeVine, prepared an
internal strategy paper urging the company to “emphasize the uncertainty
in scientific conclusions.” This shortly became the default position of
the entire sector. LeVine, it so happened, served as chairman of the
global petroleum industry’s Working Group on Global Climate Change,
created the same year, which adopted Exxon’s position as its own.
The American Petroleum Institute, after
holding a series of internal briefings on the subject in the fall and
winter of 1988, including one for the chief executives of the dozen or
so largest oil companies, took a similar, if slightly more diplomatic,
line. It set aside money for carbon-dioxide policy — about $100,000, a
fraction of the millions it was spending on the health effects of
benzene, but enough to establish a lobbying organization called, in an
admirable flourish of newspeak, the Global Climate Coalition. It was
joined by the U.S. Chamber of Commerce and 14 other trade associations,
including those representing the coal, electric-grid and automobile
industries. The G.C.C. was conceived as a reactive body, to share news
of any proposed regulations, but on a whim, it added a press campaign,
to be coordinated mainly by the A.P.I. It gave briefings to politicians
known to be friendly to the industry and approached scientists who
professed skepticism about global warming. The A.P.I.’s payment for an
original op-ed was $2,000.
The chance to enact meaningful measures
to prevent climate change was vanishing, but the industry had just
begun. In October 1989, scientists allied with the G.C.C. began to be
quoted in national publications, giving an issue that lacked controversy
a convenient fulcrum. “Many respected scientists say the available
evidence doesn’t warrant the doomsday warnings,” was the caveat that
began to appear in articles on climate change.
Cheap and useful, G.C.C.-like groups
started to proliferate, but it was not until international negotiations
in preparation for the 1992 Rio Earth Summit began that investments in
persuasion peddling rose to the level of a line item. At Rio, George
H.W. Bush refused to commit to specific emissions reductions. The
following year, when President Bill Clinton proposed an energy tax in
the hope of meeting the goals of the Rio treaty, the A.P.I. invested
$1.8 million in a G.C.C. disinformation campaign. Senate Democrats from
oil-and-coal states joined Republicans to defeat the tax proposal, which
later contributed to the Republicans’ rout of Democrats in the midterm
congressional elections in 1994 — the first time the Republican Party
had won control of both houses in 40 years. The G.C.C. spent $13 million
on a single ad campaign intended to weaken support for the 1997 Kyoto
Protocol, which committed its parties to reducing greenhouse-gas
emissions by 5 percent relative to 1990 levels. The Senate, which would
have had to ratify the agreement, took a pre-emptive vote declaring its
opposition; the resolution passed 95-0. There has never been another
serious effort to negotiate a binding global climate treaty.
The G.C.C. disbanded in 2002 after the
defection of various members who were embarrassed by its tactics. But
Exxon (now Exxon Mobil) continued its disinformation campaign for
another half decade. This has made the corporation an especially
vulnerable target for the wave of compensatory litigation that began in
earnest in the last three years and may last a generation. Tort lawsuits
have become possible only in recent years, as scientists have begun
more precisely to attribute regional effects to global emission levels.
This is one subfield of climate science that has advanced significantly
since 1979 — the assignment of blame.
A major lawsuit has targeted the federal
government. A consortium of 21 American children and young adults — one
of whom, Sophie Kivlehan of Allentown, Pa., is Jim Hansen’s
granddaughter — claims that the government, by “creating a national
energy system that causes climate change,” has violated its duty to
protect the natural resources to which all Americans are entitled.
In 2015, after reports by the website InsideClimate News and The Los Angeles Times documented the climate studies
performed by Exxon for decades, the attorneys general of Massachusetts
and New York began fraud investigations. The Securities and Exchange
Commission separately started to investigate whether Exxon Mobil’s
valuation depended on the burning of all its known oil-and-gas reserves.
(Exxon Mobil has denied any wrongdoing and stands by its valuation
method.)
The rallying cry of this multipronged
legal effort is “Exxon Knew.” It is incontrovertibly true that senior
employees at the company that would later become Exxon, like those at
most other major oil-and-gas corporations, knew about the dangers of
climate change as early as the 1950s. But the automobile industry knew,
too, and began conducting its own research by the early 1980s, as did
the major trade groups representing the electrical grid. They all own
responsibility for our current paralysis and have made it more painful
than necessary. But they haven’t done it alone.
The United States government knew. Roger
Revelle began serving as a Kennedy administration adviser in 1961, five
years after establishing the Mauna Loa carbon-dioxide program, and every
president since has debated the merits of acting on climate policy.
Carter had the Charney report, Reagan had “Changing Climate” and Bush
had the censored testimony of James Hansen and his own public vow to
solve the problem. Congress has been holding hearings for 40 years; the
intelligence community has been tracking the crisis even longer.
Everybody knew. In 1958, on prime-time
television, “The Bell Science Hour” — one of the most popular
educational film series in American history — aired “The Unchained
Goddess,” a film about meteorological wonders, produced by Frank Capra, a
dozen years removed from “It’s a Wonderful Life,” warning that “man may
be unwittingly changing the world’s climate” through the release of
carbon dioxide. “A few degrees’ rise in the Earth’s temperature would
melt the polar ice caps,” says the film’s kindly host, the bespectacled
Dr. Research. “An inland sea would fill a good portion of the
Mississippi Valley. Tourists in glass-bottomed boats would be viewing
the drowned towers of Miami through 150 feet of tropical water.” Capra’s
film was shown in science classes for decades.
Everyone knew — and we all still know. We
know that the transformations of our planet, which will come gradually
and suddenly, will reconfigure the political world order. We know that
if we don’t act to reduce emissions, we risk the collapse of
civilization. We also know that, without a gargantuan intervention,
whatever happens will be worse for our children, worse yet for their
children and even worse still for their children’s children, whose
lives, our actions have demonstrated, mean nothing to us.
Could
it have been any other way? In the late 1970s, a small group of
philosophers, economists and political scientists began to debate,
largely among themselves, whether a human solution to this human problem
was even possible. They did not trouble themselves about the details of
warming, taking the worst-case scenario as a given. They asked instead
whether humankind, when presented with this particular existential
crisis, was willing to prevent it. We worry about the future. But how
much, exactly?
The answer, as any economist could tell
you, is very little. Economics, the science of assigning value to human
behavior, prices the future at a discount; the farther out you project,
the cheaper the consequences. This makes the climate problem the perfect
economic disaster. The Yale economist William D. Nordhaus, a member of
Jimmy Carter’s Council of Economic Advisers, argued in the 1970s that
the most appropriate remedy was a global carbon tax. But that required
an international agreement, which Nordhaus didn’t think was likely.
Michael Glantz, a political scientist who was at the National Center for
Atmospheric Research at the time, argued in 1979 that democratic
societies are constitutionally incapable of dealing with the climate
problem. The competition for resources means that no single crisis can
ever command the public interest for long, yet climate change requires
sustained, disciplined efforts over decades. And the German
physicist-philosopher Klaus Meyer-Abich argued that any global agreement
would inevitably favor the most minimal action. Adaptation, Meyer-Abich
concluded, “seems to be the most rational political option.” It is the
option that we have pursued, consciously or not, ever since.
These theories share a common principle:
that human beings, whether in global organizations, democracies,
industries, political parties or as individuals, are incapable of
sacrificing present convenience to forestall a penalty imposed on future
generations. When I asked John Sununu about his part in this history —
whether he considered himself personally responsible for killing the
best chance at an effective global-warming treaty — his response echoed
Meyer-Abich. “It couldn’t have happened,” he told me, “because, frankly,
the leaders in the world at that time were at a stage where they were
all looking how to seem like they were supporting the policy without
having to make hard commitments that would cost their nations serious
resources.” He added, “Frankly, that’s about where we are today.”
If human beings really were able to take
the long view — to consider seriously the fate of civilization decades
or centuries after our deaths — we would be forced to grapple with the
transience of all we know and love in the great sweep of time. So we
have trained ourselves, whether culturally or evolutionarily, to obsess
over the present, worry about the medium term and cast the long term out
of our minds, as we might spit out a poison.
Like most human questions, the
carbon-dioxide question will come down to fear. At some point, the fears
of young people will overwhelm the fears of the old. Some time after
that, the young will amass enough power to act. It will be too late to
avoid some catastrophes, but perhaps not others. Humankind is nothing if
not optimistic, even to the point of blindness. We are also an
adaptable species. That will help.
The distant perils of climate change are
no longer very distant, however. Many have already begun to occur. We
are capable of good works, altruism and wisdom, and a growing number of
people have devoted their lives to helping civilization avoid the worst.
We have a solution in hand: carbon taxes, increased investment in
renewable and nuclear energy and decarbonization technology. As Jim
Hansen told me, “From a technology and economics standpoint, it is still
readily possible to stay under two degrees Celsius.” We can trust the
technology and the economics. It’s harder to trust human nature. Keeping
the planet to two degrees of warming, let alone 1.5 degrees, would
require transformative action. It will take more than good works and
voluntary commitments; it will take a revolution. But in order to become
a revolutionary, you need first to suffer.
Hansen’s most recent paper, published
last year, announced that Earth is now as warm as it was before the last
ice age, 115,000 years ago, when the seas were more than six meters
higher than they are today. He and his team have concluded that the only
way to avoid dangerous levels of warming is to bend the emissions arc
below the x-axis. We must, in other words, find our way to “negative
emissions,” extracting more carbon dioxide from the air than we
contribute to it. If emissions, by miracle, do rapidly decline, most of
the necessary carbon absorption could be handled by replanting forests
and improving agricultural practices. If not, “massive technological CO₂
extraction,” using some combination of technologies as yet unperfected
or uninvented, will be required. Hansen estimates that this will incur
costs of $89 trillion to $535 trillion this century, and may even be
impossible at the necessary scale. He is not optimistic.
Like Hansen, Rafe Pomerance is close to
his granddaughter. When he feels low, he wears a bracelet she made for
him. He finds it difficult to explain the future to her. During the
Clinton administration, Pomerance worked on environmental issues for the
State Department; he is now a consultant for Rethink Energy Florida,
which hopes to alert the state to the threat of rising seas, and the
chairman of Arctic 21, a network of scientists and research
organizations that hope “to communicate the ongoing unraveling of the
Arctic.” Every two months, he has lunch with fellow veterans of the
climate wars — E.P.A. officials, congressional staff members and
colleagues from the World Resources Institute. They bemoan the lost
opportunities, the false starts, the strategic blunders. But they also
remember their achievements. In a single decade, they turned a crisis
that was studied by no more than several dozen scientists into the
subject of Senate hearings, front-page headlines and the largest
diplomatic negotiation in world history. They helped summon into being
the world’s climate watchdog, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate
Change, and initiated the negotiations for a treaty signed by nearly all
of the world’s nations.
It is true that much of the damage that
might have been avoided is now inevitable. And Pomerance is not the
romantic he once was. But he still believes that it might not be too
late to preserve some semblance of the world as we know it. Human nature
has brought us to this place; perhaps human nature will one day bring
us through. Rational argument has failed in a rout. Let irrational
optimism have a turn. It is also human nature, after all, to hope.
Correction August 2, 2018
An earlier version of this article misstated the type of solar panels installed by President Jimmy Carter on the White House roof. They were solar thermal panels, not photovoltaic panels.
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Nathaniel Rich is a writer at large for The New York Times Magazine, for which he has written about immortal jellyfish, a 47-hour train ride between New Orleans and Los Angeles and a lawyer’s campaign to expose DuPont’s profligate use of a toxic chemical. He is the author of three novels, including “King Zeno,” which was published in January. George Steinmetz is a photographer who specializes in aerial imagery. He has won numerous awards including three prizes from World Press Photo and the Environmental Vision Award for his work on large-scale agriculture. He has published four books of photography, including his latest, “New York Air: The View From Above.” With additional reporting by Jaime Lowe, who is a frequent contributor to the magazine and the author of ‘‘Mental: Lithium, Love and Losing My Mind.’’ She previously wrote a feature about the incarcerated women who fight California wildfires.
Nathaniel Rich is a writer at large for The New York Times Magazine, for which he has written about immortal jellyfish, a 47-hour train ride between New Orleans and Los Angeles and a lawyer’s campaign to expose DuPont’s profligate use of a toxic chemical. He is the author of three novels, including “King Zeno,” which was published in January. George Steinmetz is a photographer who specializes in aerial imagery. He has won numerous awards including three prizes from World Press Photo and the Environmental Vision Award for his work on large-scale agriculture. He has published four books of photography, including his latest, “New York Air: The View From Above.” With additional reporting by Jaime Lowe, who is a frequent contributor to the magazine and the author of ‘‘Mental: Lithium, Love and Losing My Mind.’’ She previously wrote a feature about the incarcerated women who fight California wildfires.