Blood on the summit floor
Millions of lives were at stake indeed, the future of the world as we know it. Yet chaos reigned. No-one knew what was going on. People who hadnt slept for three days were manically running one way, then another.
The final day of Copenhagen was like being in some kind of slow motion disaster movie; except the disaster is far from fictional. If not quite Apocalypse Now, it certainly felt like Apocalypse Soon.
When I first arrived at the Bella Centre the cavernous vortex in which the UN climate negotiations were taking place I didnt have high expectations. No-one did. In the preceding weeks it had become clear that industrialized countries simply werent coming forward with the deep emissions cuts and finance for developing countries that are the essential building-blocks for a deal to drag us back from the brink of dangerous runaway climate change. So the question of whether thered be any deal at all was going to go down to the wire in the final two weeks of intensive negotiations in Copenhagen.
Hope dribbles away
I arrived halfway through the first week. Very quickly, any residual hope I might have had that something could happen in these final days to break through the narrow national self-interest thats been dogging progress started to dribble away. And as I watched, appalled, things just went from bad to worse, in a number of different ways:
1. The Alliance of Small Island States made a proposal that, based on the predictions of climate scientists, the final agreement needed to set the target of keeping global warming under 1.5 degrees. Otherwise, their entire nations would be wiped out by rising sea-levels, and many African and glacier-dependent countries would be devastated. 100 developing countries supported this. But industrialized and emerging nations ignored it, stubbornly sticking to a nominal 2 degrees target, but not pledging the emissions cuts for even that.
2. The UN process was being bypassed. Select groups of countries were being hand-picked by the Danish Government and encouraged to have behind-closed-doors discussions in order to stitch up a weak deal away from any democratic scrutiny or accountability.
3. Bullying and arm-twisting was reaching WTO-like proportions. There are many examples: Lesotho, head of the Least Developed Countries, was told decisions on the extension of $7 million in aid will be dependant on its co-operation in Copenhagen. Palau was told a US funding package would be decided soon, so it should support the USs pathetic emissions reduction target. Bangladesh was told by the UK it would only get money for adaptation to climate change if it agrees to the finance going through the World Bank a body that has brought nothing but misery to many developing countries.
4. The US was determined to kill off the Kyoto Protocol. Despite its flaws, Kyoto is the only legally-binding international treaty that mandates emissions cuts from industrialized countries. In a press conference I attended, Todd Stern, Chief US negotiator, was as blunt as a poke in the eye. The US won't sign Kyoto. Its as simple as that. It doesn't mean there aren't important elements we wouldn't keep. The elements we created, such as emissions trading and carbon offsetting we are very comfortable with those. But the overall Kyoto architecture, no. African nations objected so strongly that they walked out and the official COP process had to be suspended for a couple of days.
5. Halfway through the fortnight, small areas of progress were starting to be vetoed. Out of the blue, the US started bracketing text it had formerly seemed happy with in the negotiations to protect the worlds forests. They also yanked away their support for so-called bunker finance a tax on emissions from aviation and shipping that could raise funds to help poor countries adapt to climate change. It was the one area in which all industrialized nations were in agreement. Then the US blocked it.
6. The finance was nowhere to be seen. Under Kyoto, rich nations are obliged to financially support poor nations with the costs of adapting to climate change and mitigating its worst effects. $400 bn a year is needed. That money has never materialised and remained conspicuous by its absence. Hillary Clinton added insult to injury by bathing herself in glory announcing a breakthrough $100bn financing package. It was nothing more than smoke and mirrors: existing aid repackaged, money from carbon offsets that would be spent anyway, and loans so that poor nations could get further into debt.
7. The whole deal, such as it was, was riven with loopholes and false climate solutions that would make things worse: carbon markets which allow industrialized countries the illusion of buying their emissions reductions from elsewhere rather than making them domestically; biofuels that drive famine, and scary geoengineering projects. Anything, anything so we can keep on burning those precious fossil fuels.
It was all going so badly that no deal was looking much better than a bad deal. Despite the best attempts of the Danish police to baton-thwack then pre-emptively arrest every single dissenting voice in the city (over 2,000 peaceful demonstrators were arrested, many of them put in cages and pepper sprayed), the protests that were taking place every day out on the streets spread inside the Bella Centre. There were numerous tame little flashmobs and press stunts during the first week. Then in the second, the action got more direct.
There was a stage invasion by Climate Justice activists, and an all-night sit-in by young people. I took part in the biggest inside action: a mass march-out of accredited attendees, including delegates from several different country negotiating teams, on the second Wednesday. Led by indigenous peoples, we marched together through the Bella Centre. Showing our disgust at the state of the negotiations, we drew claps and cheers from bystanders as our shouts of Reclaim Power reverberated through the vast building. I nearly died in the media scrum.
We were, outrageously, threatened with arrest and police violence if we continued outside to meet our fellow protesters who were trying to march in. But we were determined to come together and hold a Peoples Assembly where we would discuss the real climate solutions, so absent from the formal talks where the untouchable idols of economic growth and market-based solutions reign supreme. Leaving the fossil fuels in the ground. Recognising and paying the rich worlds climate debt to the poor world. Reducing Northern consumption patterns. Making the transition to peoples control of food, land, water and energy so as to follow a multiplicity of pathways to a climate-friendly future. All these things are achievable, effective, and absent from the formal process.
So those of us in a position to, took the risk and marched outside. We got within 20 metres of the thousands of protesters whod come to meet us before the cops stopped us in our tracks, then attacked us with batons, pushing us violently backwards and permanently blocking our way. It was shocking to witness, but quite in keeping with attempts by the Danish state and the UN to systematically silence civil society inside and outside the Bella Centre.
Obamas fake deal
In the end, like all good disaster movies, it came down to a nail-biting, nerve-jangling finale where it was impossible to predict what was going to happen next. The real action began on the morning of the final day. Amid rumours that, since he had arrived in town, Barack Obama had been locked in closed meetings with small groups of hand-picked countries, those of us lucky enough to still be in the Bella Centre (by this stage the UN had barred all but 90 of the 14,000 accredited NGO participants Id got in with my press pass) awaited his Friday morning speech with something approaching the hysteria that greets a film star.
Our leading man had finally arrived. Would he be able to use his unprecedented stock of international goodwill to break his own negotiators intransigence, stand up to the battalion of corporate lobbyists working tirelessly to sabotage things, and somehow charm everyone into reaching a half-decent deal?
I have to admit to being caught up in the moment. I allowed myself to believe in the Obama fantasy. I forgot, fatally, that hes a US President, and so found myself doubly disappointed when he behaved not as hero but as villain. Delivering a brusque, stern, charmless speech devoid of any new concessions, he had one message for the rest of the world; get in line with what the US wants, which is whats on the table now. Period.
The next few hours were tragically farcical. With no Obama-led breakthrough, the deadlock looked terminal surely theyll just have to admit failure? But negotiating texts kept being leaked. Over five hours we saw as many draft agreements trickle out from behind the closed doors, each getting successively weaker. Behind the scenes, one delegate told me, its like the last hours of the Titanic; everyone running round shooting each other and stealing their money.
Then, suddenly: news! Obama was holding a press conference. What was he going to announce? No-one knew. We stampeded in the direction of the press conference room, to be told that it was taking place elsewhere with just the White House press corps. We should wait, though, because the EU would give their own press conference here straight afterwards.
We waited. And waited. Around 9.30pm those with laptops/blackberries got the news first Obama had announced that there was a deal! The Copenhagen Accord!! What was in it? No-one knew.
Finally the EU spokeswoman took to the stage. At last, some answers. Or not Ive just discovered that the EU has gone into another round of negotiations so we have to cancel this press conference, sorry, she told us. If theres a deal why are they still negotiating? Something fishy was clearly going on.
Charging back towards our computers, I bumped into a developing country delegate. Its NOT a deal. Its still just a draft. Obama cooked it up with a few countries, outside of the UN process, announced it as a deal in a press conference, is already on a plane back to the US, and most developing countries havent even seen the text yet, let alone agreed to it! he briefed me, breathlessly. People are furious! he said before dashing off into an emergency meeting.
I got my hands on the text. It was appalling not worth the paper it was hastily photocopied on. The (inadequate) 2 degree target was in there, but no specific emissions reductions targets to achieve it. The year by which global emissions should peak, present in some of the afternoons drafts, had been dropped. The measly financing that had been on offer just a day ago had mysteriously shrunk. The agreement on forests, said to be completed, had disappeared. It delayed all substantive decisions to this time next year. And it wasnt legally-binding. It was several steps back from where things had been before negotiators had even arrived here
Furious final hours
Emotions were getting high in the Bella Centre. I was not alone in struggling to contain my anger at the way Obama had imposed this non-deal on the world. Of course, I was well aware of the sheer naked power of the US and the brutal way in which its wielded. But its still really disturbing to witness it in action like this. I mean, its only the bloody future of humanity at stake here, I ranted at anyone whod listen. 300,000 people are dying every year from climate change. How can these politicians be so fucking callous?
The UN plenary to discuss the Copenhagen Accord was finally convened well after midnight. Its chair, the Danish Prime Minister, told countries they had an hour to discuss the draft, then they would agree it.
At this point, fury bubbled over. Tuvalu a tiny low-lying Pacific island, was the first to refuse to sign: It looks like we are being offered 30 pieces of silver to betray our people and our future, its representative fumed. Bolivia and Costa Rica backed them up in rejecting the Accord. Other developing countries also refused to bow to pressure. The Venezuelan delegate, bleeding from whacking her desk so hard trying to get heard, accused Obama of a coup against the UN. This is asking Africa to sign a suicide pact, an incineration pact in order to maintain the economic dominance of a few countries, railed Lumumba Di-Aping, chair of the G77 group of developing nations.
The rumpus carried on throughout the night. Unable to stand any more, I snuck out sometime in the wee small hours to join the sub-zero protest outside, and then get some sleep. A bleary-eyed compromise was finally reached mid-morning ultimately pushed through by the UK. Because of steadfast opposition by several countries, the UN would merely note the accord. This gives it no standing of any kind. But there was a final, desperate sting in the tail: only developing countries who sign up to it will get access to any of the financing.
The blame game
Immediately, the blame game began. The US and UK, who persist in calling it a deal when it patently isnt, say the fault lies squarely with China for blocking progress, and with the developing nations who prevented the adoption of the pathetically pointless Copenhagen Accord.
This is laughable. There is plenty of blame to go round hardly anyone comes out of this well. But the true villains of this particular piece were the high-emitting industrialized nations and the US most of all who came to the table prepared to offer so little whilst demanding concessions from everyone else, and who then imposed a bogus deal when the UN should have simply admitted failure and begun a re-evaluation of the entire process.
Perhaps the blame also lies with a decision-making process that allows the narrow self-interest of the most economically powerful nations to ride roughshod over the needs of nations most affected by climate change. A fair and far-reaching deal wont be possible until this power balance fundamentally shifts.
It may feel to many of us that, today, hope is in short supply. The best hope I can see is if the people of the world, appalled by the way their leaders have failed, take matters into their own hands and create political will where now there is none.
When we were protesting outside the Bella Centre in the middle of that final desperate night, Pablo Solón, Bolivias Ambassador to the UN, came out to thank us for our support.
He delivered a message not just to the freezing crowd but to everyone who cares about climate change:
For us, the most important thing here is that Copenhagen was a success. Not there in the Bella Centre. But outside. Because there has been a lot of awareness, a lot of conscience, and now we have to build a very big movement. Things are not going to change in the negotiations if we don't have a strong civil society mobilizing in the street. If we are able to demonstrate that we can mobilize fifty, one hundred million people saying 'this is the kind of agreement that we want' then the situation can change Sometimes, you cannot win the first battle but we are going to win this war because it's the only way we can save our own lives and our Mother Earth.
There will be a sequel to Copenhagen. Its now down to each and every one of us to join the growing global movement of people determined to make sure it is not another big-budget disaster.
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