Air: QD

Carbon does not speak, calcium does not remember, iron does not weep.

Loren Eiseley, The Night Country

Previously …

It was air that created gigantism, I learnt recently – a massive oxygen spike billions of years ago – that in time enabled dragon flies to achieve wing spans of twenty-eight inches, and trees to grow tall with the structural support of a new bark-building molecule, lignin.  In a lag of co-evolution, the bacteria of the day could not yet digest this, and so the trees’ carbon became buried beneath the swamps for several hundred million years, where it remained until it was disinterred to fuel the first Industrial Revolution, roughly considered to have taken place, in Britain, between 1760 and 1830.

If air were invited to tell their story, they would be surprised. Then they would employ no conventional narrative devices, no arcs, no in medias res, no plots; characters would be so numerous as to be meaningless, there would be no metaphors, punchlines or resolution and they would not be invited again.  They do not know that timing is everything, because they are space.

If, as the late inspirational geographer, Doreen Massey, proposed, space is always under construction, never finished or closed, a product of relations-between, from the global to the intimate, a simultaneity of stories-so far, she could have chosen the London Borough of Newham as an ideal case study.

Time though would insist on the importance of the trusted line in such a case.  They would highlight key dates, such as the 1844’s Metropolitan Building Act when noxious industries were banished eastward.  They would mention the rise and fall of the docks, trading at first in goods harvested by enslaved individuals, then feeding and fuelling Britain in its heyday as colonial superpower.  They would point out the Great Smog of 1952 and then explain in too much detail that when poisonous gases and particles are expelled into the atmosphere, they act as catalysts for polluted fog and foul-smelling yellow or brown smog because water clings to the tiny particles. Both time and space would emphasise co-production, the mixture of chemicals, water, and air becoming acid, and then corroding buildings, irritating skin, and attacking the lungs which in mammals like us house hundreds of millions of bubble-like structures, the alveoli. 

This was the smog my mother talked about, so dense that it took her hours to find her way home from work, and when she arrived, the exposed edge of her petticoat was black.

The lungs are neither open nor closed; secluded in the body, they are nevertheless the body’s form of exposure to its outside, a way of creating a field of openness within its own compass.

Steven Connor, The Matter of Air

The acceptance of East London as a site of toxicity prevails but the main insult to the quality of air in Newham today arises not from coal fires and factories, but from road traffic.  Exposure to air pollution is recognised as a leading risk factor for human health, and attempts to control emissions exist: in London, the low emission and the ultra-low emission zones.  However, concentrations of atmospheric pollutants such as Nitrogen dioxide, NO2 still exceed the annual mean Euro limit.  In East London, hospitalisation for asthma generally is 14% higher than the London average, and asthma related to road traffic air pollution burdens children.   One child’s death is of particular significance and was brought to the attention of the media and medical community in late 2020.  

I am Philip Barlow, assistant coroner for the coroner area of Inner South London.

On 17 December 2019 I re-opened an investigation into the death of Ella Adoo Kissi- Debrah. The investigation concluded at the end of the inquest on 16 December 2020. The conclusion of the inquest was: 

Medical cause of death:
1a) Acute respiratory failure 

1b) Severe asthma
1c) Air pollution exposure 

Narrative conclusion:
Died of asthma contributed to by exposure to excessive air pollution.

CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE DEATH 

Ella died at the age of 9. She had severe, hypersecretory asthma causing episodes of respiratory and cardiac arrest and requiring frequent emergency hospital admissions. On 15 February 2013 she had a further asthmatic episode at home and was taken to hospital where she suffered a cardiac arrest from which she could not be resuscitated.

In the time leading up to the re-investigation, and in the almost decade since Ella’s death, her mother, Rosamund, has campaigned on air quality, raising awareness of asthma.  She is a World Health Organisation Advocate for health and air quality and has been centrally involved in the Stop the Silvertown Tunnel campaign.  She was to speak at on online meeting in June 2021, alongside local GPs and respiratory health specialists and I helped to publicise it, joining a National Education Union member outside a local primary school which would see greatly increased heavy goods traffic from the tunnel.  

The NEU member, in a leopard print dress I remember, had tried and failed to gain permission for this, but decided to go ahead anyway.  So, we handed out our leaflets to mostly women, many pregnant or carrying infants.  Children took them too, and the odd man reached out for one as they grasped the hand of their child at the pick-up.  We told them about the tunnel, on-site preparations for which had begun.  We asked how they felt about the increase in lorries thundering along the road near the school.  I asked them if they had heard of Ella Kissi-Debrah and no-one had.  No-one actually knew about the planned tunnel either.  No-one from the school came out to talk to us, though we did step tentatively inside the gate to explain what we were doing.  No interest was expressed.  When I looked down at the playground surface I saw that someone had written in chalk: ‘We are desperate.’ I have no idea why or who, but as I walked home, on the other side of the road from the Sonia Boyce mural, with its frieze of wild flowers, half-tone images of houses, and quotes from local people, (some of which had been censored by the council – the blank panels), I thought how distant from decision-making many people were.

Many Stop The Silvertown Tunnel actions have taken place, including a health summit.  A delegation of local doctors to City Hall, by then relocated to the heart of the site, presented a letter that said the tunnel would “funnel traffic, including heavy freight vehicles, into areas of deprivation which already suffer disproportionately from so many adverse social determinants of health.”  In October 2020, a group of Newham XR members planted 26 silver birch trees on some nearby scrubland to commemorate the 26 lives lost every day from air pollution in London.  In the evening, white shoes were placed beside the trees, photographed and then removed.

The tunnel construction is now well advanced and, according to Sian Berry, Green Assembly Member, the boring machine cannot now be reversed but must continue to the other side. In August she hosted an event in City Hall inviting children and family members to suggest alternative uses for the tunnel.

The Emirates cable car affords an aerial view of the tunnel excavation site and a few days ago I went up to have a look as I crossed. The site was too vast to take in, and none of my photographs could convey the entirety of the precise quarrying out taking place in the canyon below. Now, almost two years later I came to see if the trees were still alive, and in the manner of someone conducting a forensic search I went over the whole area, which seemed bigger when it was punctuated by bent figures with trowels. Although they seemed healthy enough when I last looked about a year ago, there was now no trace of the saplings, nor a shred of their protective cardboard. The rotting mattress I remembered was still there, but the birch trees, I concluded, had been thoroughly cleared. I photographed their absence, and in the process noticed that a wild cherry had seeded several new trees.

Then inside a nearby fence I spotted something of human scale: a table that could have been laid for a meal for one and a chair.  I photographed them too. Within seconds, I was interrupted by a security guard, smartly dressed in a uniform, who seemed to appear from nowhere.   You realise you are on camera, he told me.  You have been photographing an entrance to the site.  I must ask you to delete these pictures.  I complied; the photograph wasn’t important.  It was just that I had allowed myself to respond to place in time and space.

Reading

Peter Adey, Air, Nature and Culture, Reaktion Books, 2014.

Steven Connor, The Matter of Air, Science and Art of the Ethereal, Reaktion Books, 2010.

Richard Mabey, The Unofficial Countryside, Little Toller Books, 2010.

Hajar Majmohammadi et al, Association between short term NOx exposure and asthma exacerbations in East London: A time series regression model, Urban climate 44 (2022), Elsevier.  Available online: https://doi.org/10.1016/j.uclim.2022.101173

Doreen Massey, For Space, Sage, 2005.

https://stopsilvertowntn.com

Paper: TS

Hyde Park Corner, London, April 13 2022, The Library Assistant

Trail: I

I approached Swedenborg House in Bloomsbury, where the event was taking place, with a familiar gnawing anxiety, but once inside and warmly greeted, I settled into an unexpected ease, the effect of a wooden floor under my feet, oak panelling, and a sturdy leather-backed chair. The Neo-classical meeting room was skylit at first, but twilight soon fell, the groups of friends sat down and the talks began. Welcome to XR Writers Rebel. By the time the last of the speakers addressed us, her features were indistinct in the shadows. In a calm voice which also carried a sense of urgency, she began a dispassionate argument for a more sophisticated paper recycling system, citing a work by Mandy Haggith entitled, Paper Trails, the name the group adopted for the campaign, which I made a note to read.

For every 25 books produced a tree felled. 75-90% of books printed on virgin paper. Paper plantations existing at the expense of old growth forest, biodiversity and the mycorrhizal network. Landfilled paper emitting methane gas. Overproduction of books … Timely interventions by writers Margaret Atwood, JK Rowling and Alice Munro, taking action not just with words but against their stock in trade: paper. In 2007 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows becoming the greenest book in publishing history. In the UK more than 15.74 millions trees saved annually if the industry only switched to post-consumer-waste paper …

Then it was time for drinks, and I felt the need to move around, or maybe leave, so I investigated the basement for toilets, noticing an inspiring quote in the stairwell by Ali Smith on the way back up. Though knowing nothing about Swedenborg, I thought I might return here one day; I decided to stay and, back in the meeting room, approached the drinks table, the organisers channeling a soiree or a book launch. After taking in the scene, emboldened by the first sips of wine, I picked up a leaflet from a pile near an animated trio who immediately drew me into their conversation.

The creator of the leaflet was a Librarian from Powys who was compiling an ever-expanding list of climate emergency literature. His name and contact appeared at the bottom of the A4 sheet and I shared with him my impression that Climate Emergency did not have a shelf mark, that it was not a distinct classification: as Montaigne said, the subjects are all linked to one another. He agreed and offered to top up my glass. When he returned I leant into an evocation of Powys Public Library. His view was that Librarians are invisible except to those who can see them. He expanded, describing the assignations that sometimes took place in the building, readers assuming the person behind the counter was oblivious to their behaviour. In contrast there was one particular homeless man who wrote a poem every week and gifted him it. Every week. I wondered aloud if the street was his home, and maybe the Library an extension. I told him about the mathematician, then realising the second glass of wine had taken hold, folded the leaflet into quarters and placed it in my pocket, saying I looked forward to exploring the Rebel Library.

After the event I looked up the book Paper Trails, From Trees to Trash – the True Cost of Paper, now out of print. My British Library Readers card had expired just before lockdown and when I went to renew it, in March 2020, I didn’t have the right proof of identity and so left. In any case the library was fraught, the Assistant who dealt with me, brusque; another recoiled when someone in the queue coughed. Every evening there were the news images from Italian hospitals and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the devastation reached us, yet the Government here acted as if they existed in an untouchable parallel universe. Now two years later I brought in the correct ID and ordered the book.

When I went to collect it a couple of days later, I noticed that several people had made the pavement in Midland Road, outside the Library, their home, though the tents were empty. I thought that in such a situation there was no choice but to trust fellow human beings not to steal your belongings while you saw to the business of the day. When the Assistant handed me the book in Humanities One, I was disappointed to see that it had no proper cover and was imperfectly bound, even for a paperback, cracking as soon as I opened the pages; by the time I finished the introduction, several of them had come loose. If ever a book should be made to last at least one reading, it must be this, but even though I tried to angle and not flatten the pages, I could feel the miserable object disintegrating. Was this an example of Books on demand publishing? The answer to overproduction? I left the building, rattled once more, and when I got home ordered a second hand copy online for 50p plus postage: ‘Ex library with usual stamps & stickers.’ 

Trail: 11

While I waited for the ex-library copy to arrive, I gathered my knowledge of paper technology, limited to a vaguely recalled diagram of an idealised paper making process used to practise the passive voice in an old-fashioned Language course, and an experience years ago when I taught English briefly in a paper factory in central Portugal. A taxi would collect me and before the factory came into view, the smell – a bit like decomposing barley – indicated its proximity. The class was held in a training room far from the factory floor and the attendees wanted to talk about anything but paper production. They liked reminiscing, though, and, when the narrative tenses were revised, wrote short texts, about the ritual burning of ribbons (Queima Das Fitas) in their college days, or leaving Angola when the Portuguese army withdrew. These recollections were written on small scraps of paper neatly torn from notebooks as if, producing paper, they had a code of honour not to waste it. I became fond of the foreman, Antonio, who showed me pictures of his boys and gave me a paperback book, Novos Contos da Montana, by Miguel Torga, stories set in the ‘remote and barren’ Tras-os-Montes, as a leaving gift. I remember his parting words. He addressed me by name and said: ‘You must make your decisions and not look back.’

Nearer home and the present, I considered the ratio: 25 books: one tree felled. Since working at the Library a massive and untypical book weeding project, long overdue, has taken place to catch up with changed times. I have now played a small part in the withdrawal of around 40,000 books, involving 1,600 trees (using the ratio).  The Library Assistant’s role is to ease excess volumes from the tight shelves, utilising a spreadsheet created by the Librarian, which lists books that failed to be issued in however number of years and those rendered obsolete by more recent editions. Also, with digitisation the number of set books required for a module is much reduced.

The withdrawn books have been desensitised, stamped, and boxed up for the charity, Better Books, to donate and sell on. The books targeted for the weeding project were those John Feather, Professor of Library and Information Studies would describe as ‘dispensable’, with the proviso that information content was preserved somewhere. After all, the quality of service is measured by the speed with which a user’s demand is realised, the mission served, rather than numbers of books on shelves. In other words, these weren’t rare books or members of specialist research collections. Still, the Librarian sighed at their passing, but you have to make your decisions and not look back.

Post-script

The ex-library book has arrived; it’s a proper book with a cover design, a paperback that doesn’t crack and lose its pages and it’s printed on 100% recycled, good quality paper. I can’t do justice to its content. The global journey Haggith researched from tree to trash, which she undertook in 2006, starting from her home in Scotland, then overland to Sumatra and across North America, is a heart-breaking one, though told with humour and humanity. She lays bare the impacts of industrial paper production: the loss of forest habitats, abuse of human rights, contribution to global warming, pollution and waste, and identifies the agents of this destruction. She documents thoroughly a global regime of multi-national corporations that thrive at the expense of indebted southern countries The process could not be represented by a diagram practising the passive voice. If we are beyond fucked, we at least know who by with this book. But her parting message is more hopeful than that. It is not so difficult to reduce paper use, especially if we value it, every sheet of toilet paper, every page of every book.

For more information, visit http://www.shrinkpaper.org

The Library Assistant

  Exhortations to slow down expansion, to plant fewer acres, … are of little avail as long as the motive is lacking.  If it pays to waste we waste.  When it pays to conserve we will conserve.” 

Scoville Hamlin, The Menace of Overproduction, 1930
I folded the leaflet into quarters and placed it in my pocket, saying I looked forward to exploring the Rebel Library.

References

Feather, John (ed.), Managing Preservation for Libraries and Archives, Ashgate, 2004

Feather, John, The Information Society: a study of continuity and change, E-book, facet publishing, 2013. 6th edition.

Haggith, Mandy, Paper Trails, From Trees to Trash – the True Cost of Paper, Virgin Books, Random House, 2008

Hamlyn, Scoville, The Menace of Overproduction: Its Cause, Extent and Cure, Wiley, 1930