Tactical Rice: Part 1
We’re living through unprecedented times, you know. Historians will have much to say about social, economic, and political issues unfolding as I type. 2020 will be thesis fodder for generations. And I, with my life so small in the grand scheme, want nothing more than a rubric by which to gauge my reactions and ensure a positive outcome. If only there was a road map through disaster.
Once upon a time in 2008 I watched the documentary Collapse and became unhealthily obsessive about preparing for the inevitable end of the world as we knew it (I did not feel fine). I’d always kind of known about the seriousness of climate change. I actually have a climate scientist family member who worked with NOAA and is still considered one of the most influential researchers in his field, despite most of his research on “global warming” taking place before it really even had a name. My Gen X cousins and I grew up learning about the seriousness of climate change without lobbyists trying to make the science appear to be contentious. So this shouldn’t have been brand new information.
Something about that documentary, though, flipped a panic switch in my already anxious brain. Suddenly, this was no longer a concerning bit of science. It was an emergency that required me to bulk-buy storage grain and learn make my own butter. After a year of absolute certainty that society would collapse before my kids even got to attend college and spending way too much money with an Amish mail-order catalog, some of my older and wiser friends intervened.
The world was supposed to end in the 60’s, they said. Duck and cover drills. Public figures assassinated in broad daylight. Economic instability. War. Generations before that were the Spanish Flu, the Great Depression, more wars. History has a pattern. Periods of relative calm are always – ALWAYS – bookended by big, scary, seemingly unresolvable events. Every generation had something that made them suspect the world was perhaps ending.
We all have to make peace with the fact that the world won’t end until it’s good and ready to do so. The entire premise that we’re important enough to crack the code to surviving the actual end of the world when that time comes is just hubris. Self sufficiency is important, no doubt, but homesteading our way through global economic collapse or the social restructuring of a country isn’t a realistic goal.
In order to thrive in the world as it is now while preparing for realistic challenges in the future, we need to change the rubric. Successfully navigating major socioeconomic upheaval doesn’t look like a bunker with a stockpile of powdered eggs and ammo. That metric is wrong – and there’s a lot of companies using every marketing trick in the book to convince us otherwise. We’ve been sold a very convincing story about tactical gear and 25-year shelf life rice buckets. There’s a reasonable middle ground between pretending everything is fine and planning to ride out the end of the world alone in our basements.
Climate change, peak oil, social unrest and global economic crisis is the monster that, if not yet at all of our doorsteps, is menacingly smoking a cigarette in our collective driveway. I don’t think for a minute that chickens and a wood stove and a stockpile of board games will protect my family from an uncertain future. Knowing how to make candles from recycled crayons is a nifty life skill, as are firepit cooking, clumsy yet serviceable clothes mending, learning the regionally available medicinal plants and practicing meditation. Think of it as building a toolbox for hard times. You don’t need to know everything that could possibly go wrong. Most skills you’ll need in a specific situation will be useful in any emergency. Cultivating a close-knit community of people with a broad spectrum of knowledge and skills is far more important than a well-provisioned panic room.
This spring New Yorkers experienced the end of the world as we knew it. The thing that made a real difference in my sense of wellbeing was not a bucket of rice, although I still have one in my pantry with 12.5 years of shelf life left to go. It was the local co-op that enforced no-hoarding rules and mask wearing long before the bigger chains. It was Zoom cocktail parties and end of the day phone calls with friends after working alone in my spare bedroom. We sent each other post cards and texts. Later as the weather improved and we learned more about transmission risk, we sat far apart in each other’s yards. I still carry a blanket and folding chair in my car for impromptu porch visits. We laughed and cried and ranted together; we learned to create new things that mattered out of the broken pieces of lifestyles that ended with no warning.
We’re in for a long winter for so many reasons. No amount of prepping will save us from the end of the world. Community will. Building community is the single most important life skill anyone can cultivate; not just for disaster preparedness.