11th Hour Calling for Climate Justice

High in the steeple of First Parish Church in Cambridge, I walked my hands up the vertical braided Dacron bell rope to just above my head. Gripping the line, I flexed my knees. Pulling hands down before my face and using the weight of my body, I hauled downwards. Out of sight above me, pivoting on the headstock, I could feel the reluctant weight of the bell moving downwards as it swung out. Pulling the bell rope more than…