The gut-wrenching terror of having kids in America

Pan's Labyrinth, Ghostbusters, and the art of parenting while depressed on a dying planet.

The night Donald Trump was elected in 2016, at around 3 in the morning, drunk and in shock and lying in a hotel room bed in New Orleans, I turned to my wife and said, “We can’t have kids now. We can’t bring anyone into this world.” I meant it — given what I knew about the climate crisis and what Donald Trump would do to make it worse, I just couldn’t se…