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Rupert Read, teacher, author, blogger and Green campaigner.Hi, I’m Rupert, and this, my site, gives you a way in to the things that I, probably like you, care about.

I’m a teacher (of philosophy), an author, a blogger, and – closest to my heart – a Green campaigner.

I believe strongly that Britain needs a positive change. We need a government that will put your health, your livelihood and your family before the interests of big business and endless ‘growth’.

We need action, and soon, against the values of greed and negativity that have lead to us facing potentially catastrophic climate change.

Instead, we need to value the good things about humanity; our ability to share, to care, to have fun, to communicate and to think intelligently and creatively about our own futures.

And we need a new way of thinking, about politics, about philosophy, and about our role in the world.

I hope you find something here of what you’re looking for. You can also visit my blog or follow me on Twitter.

And why not also check out my think-tank, Green House.

Yours,
Rupert Read, teacher, author, blogger and Green campaigner.

Latest writings

What is grief?: A personal and philosophical answer

A few years ago, I lost a very close friend. His name was Matt. I found this loss an appalling and bewildering experience, in part because I’d never lost anyone as close. I’d lost my grandparents, but they were all very old when they went; whereas Matt was 12 years younger than me. There is a difference between someone going ‘when their time has come’ and someone being untimely ripped away from one. Furthermore, Matt was exceptionally full of energy and life.

The Domain of the Dump: A Story of Stuff

I had a chastening experience the other day. I went to my local municipal dump (aka ‘the recycling centre’), to recycle (or, as it turned out: to dump…) some old carpets that had been covering ground where no growth was occurring, at my allotment. What chastened me was something that I, perhaps like you, somewhere deep down knew was true, but had managed to make myself forget. Namely: how much of our rubbish is still just that. Stuff that cannot be recycled, but is simply destined to be stockpiled, burned, or landfilled.