When my mom got pregnant with me in 1950, my dad, whose lifetime ambition had been to be a history professor, decided to abandon the GI Bill, drop out of college, and go to work in a steel plant in Grand Rapids, Michigan to financially prepare for their new arrival. It was hot, dirty work and the steel came out of the furnace over asbestos-covered rollers, leaving Dad working in a cloud of the stuff.
“Today, as experts continue developing and delivering ever more detailed and precise warnings of climate catastrophe, and vast numbers of people are killed at an accelerating rate by wildfires, floods, droughts, heatwaves, and other climate-related calamities, FFCs continue to expand the production, marketing, and sale of the products they have long understood to cause mass death.