Fly on the wall documentary about Greta Thunberg and her one-child campaign against climate change. I felt sometimes awed by the strength and purity of her commitment...the sailing to New York thing was a thing of genius, and puts to shame all those celebs who fly across the Atlantic to attend a climate change conference. And sometimes bitter and toxic and powerless, especially at all the abuse hurled at her by right-wing politicians and commentators (the Australians were particuarly vile), and the sincere but vaccuous admiration of others (like Macron) who want a selfie with her before getting back to business as usual. I thought about how the story of the Emperor's new clothes would have gone if it was happening today, and the heaps of shit that would have been tipped on to the little boy until he'd gone away and everyone could get back to admiring the wonderful robes. And I couldn't help but feel despair, because despite lovely kids nothing has changed, and emissions keep on rising.
Watched on BBC iPlayer, which didn't work very well.
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