Evacuee Privilege

Michael Nabert
8 min readAug 30, 2023

Displacement can be a minor inconvenience or a death sentence.

A gift beyond words: the quiet tree lined street where we were offered temporary safe haven while enormous wildfires threaten our community.

I’m incredibly, almost unbelievably lucky. Right now, I’m a climate refugee, but all signs point to that being a temporary condition. At least this time. It makes me far more fortunate than millions of other people around the world in the same boat (or, for far too many climate migrants, lack-of-boat). Driven from my home by an off-the-charts wildfire crisis, I’ve got no guarantees that I’ll be able to go home soon, or about what shape my home will be in when I get there, but I’m still highly aware of my personal privilege. I’m quite likely to still have a home to return to eventually, and I’m confident of my ability to get there.

This is what evacuee privilege looks like.

If I’m being honest, it makes me feel wildly grateful and it also makes me feel enormously guilty, in turns. Often both at once.

Wealth stunts empathy, which is why economically disadvantaged individuals give a much larger share of their limited incomes to charity than those with money to burn do. The poor are always more generous than the rich because they experience the empathy that comes with knowing what real hardship is like from personal experience. A decade ago I was living well below the poverty line, at the bottom of the economic ladder where rising crises…

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Michael Nabert

Researching a road map from our imperilled world into one with a livable future with as much good humour as I can muster along the way.