Green
The colour of hope, and of the desire, in response to the grey and brutal surfaces of the industrial city, to recover, protect, affirm, or just be reminded of, the natural world. Political parties which made this their main purpose adopted the name in the 1980s, but the idea, latent since mankind began to live in cities, has been intense since the early days of steam power. Here it is, extravagantly but sharply stated by John Ruskin, reflecting on the question, “What have we done?”
Gentlemen of England, if ever you would have your country breathe the pure breath of heaven again, and receive again a soul into her body, instead of rotting into a carcase, blown up in the belly with carbonic acid, you must think, and feel, for your England, as well as fight for her: you must teach her that all the true greatness she ever had, or can have, she won while her fields were green and her faces ruddy; and that greatness is still possible for Englishmen, even though the ground be not hollow under their feet, nor the sky black over their heads.
The Crown of Wild Olive, 1873.G54
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