By Yotam Marom, Open Democracy
I suppose it wasn’t really until I was standing on the west side of Hoboken, New Jersey, in water and oil up to my thigh, that climate change really made sense.
By Yotam Marom, Waging Nonviolence
Two weeks ago I was in my hometown of Hoboken, New Jersey, wading waist deep in a murky combination of floodwater, oil and sewage. More than a week later, after finally getting unstuck from New Jersey (even the deepest Jersey pride has its limits…), I found myself in a van full of Occupy Sandy activists delivering hot meals to housing-project high rises in Coney Island during a Nor’easter.