Air Pollution Doesn't Care Whether It's Pittsburgh or Paris
There’s a big debate in international relations about whether international treaties, like the Paris Climate Agreement, actually do anything for anyone. They aren’t really enforceable, many don’t even have formal monitoring procedures, and, as we are witnessing today, leaders can back out of them whenever they damn please.
The Paris Agreement is even less formal than many. It’s a bottom-up agreement where states come to a consensus about targets and then do their best to reach them. According to the irrefutable Wikipedia, the climate goals are “encouraged, rather than legally bound.” This amounts to an organization that sounds more like a book club than an international treaty.
The US could easily stay in this Climate Book Club and just be that person who never does the readings but comes for the free wine. Especially given the US’s (waning) international status, there would be no punishment for not reaching emissions targets, we would still get to hypocritically demand that other countries try to meet their targets (someone has to read the damn book), and, most importantly from an international cooperation perspective, we would create focal points, generate norms that are good for the environment, and potentially even help create economic incentives for greener business.
I will write another time about these more formal international relations cooperation concepts as they pertain to this (and NATO, and whatever other organizations Trump decides he’s too good for), but today I want to talk about something more personal: Air pollution.
I know the Paris Agreement isn’t specifically about air pollution. I know neither Pittsburgh nor Paris suffer too much right now from air pollution. But I lived in China for 3 years and one of the major reasons I moved back to the US was air pollution. Reduced emissions, and other policies encouraged by our Book Club Paris Agreement, all fall under what my undergrad economics professor calls a “no regrets policy”. Regardless of whether climate change is real (it pains me to write that, but let’s say for the sake of argument), here is what is real: People in China, including me, are and were and have been and will be dying because the air is thick with poison from emissions from things like cars and factories and heaven only knows what else (literally, because I assume the fumes eventually make their way up there).
We can argue for the rest of our lives about climate change and about whether international treaties are good for anything and even about whether the US economy will really get any better if we pull out of this thing, and maybe somehow that short-term improvement will allow us to do something else to stave off the horrors of environmental degradation that I have witnessed firsthand for a very long time.
But we cannot argue about pollution. It’s there. It’s coming here. In fact, part of the reason Pittsburgh is apparently so clean these days is because manufacturing all went overseas, taking jobs, but also air pollution, with it.
Here’s what it’s like living in air pollution:
Your throat and lungs hurt all of the time, even on relatively clear days, to the point where, when you go back to cleaner cities, it feels weird that it DOESN’T hurt to breathe.
You forget how far humans can see and you how high resolution the world is. When you go back to cleaner cities like New York you blink and blink and are stunned by how much further you can see and how much clearer the picture is.
You get fucking angry anytime anyone dares suggest New York is polluted.
In the early days you wear a mask, but because it’s a huge pain you stop doing it, and others stop doing it, which means you’re all exposed even more than you should be.
The air doesn’t smell like seasons (spring! fall! winter!). It smells like chemicals (China) or diesel (India).
You check your Air Quality Index app way more than you check the weather.
Unlike the weather, there are no forecasts, so you can’t plan anything outside because you don’t even know a probability surrounding whether the air will be jet black.
In the winter you debate whether to freeze to death or turn on the heat and pump in polluted air.
You delude yourself into thinking that the windows of your apartment will protect you from pollution, and go around like a crazy person checking them a thousand times to make sure they’re sealed.
You cough and you cough and it feels like there’s something in your throat most of the time and everyone around you smokes because, fuck it, the air is poison anyway.
It’s bad.
I know the Paris Agreement isn’t specifically about air pollution. But it’s all connected. As is this planet. As we speak, huge pollution clouds are marching from China toward the US. It’s coming for us, and we need to do something.
One of the most important things I learned in China is that all the environmental horrors we’ve been worrying about for our children and our children’s children are already here. And I haven’t even gotten to water pollution, trash, and other related byproducts of civilized society.
I’ve been watching Game of Thrones recently, and at the risk of giving away one of the big moments, I feel like Trump is the leader who shouted, “There’s no such thing as giants,” only to have his city attacked by giants. Mr. Trump: There are giants.
And they are coughing.
Fig. 1. What the air is supposed to look like.
Fig. 2. What the air often looks like.
Fig. 3. A pretty good day, actually.
Fig. 4. The weather no longer seems relevant.
Fig. 5. The good news is I didn’t have to change my outfit to rob a bank later.











