Angry Birds Get Angry for Climate


We provided some support for a climate change-focused Angry Birds Friends tournament, which kicked off today. We hope to be able to get good insights from the game about what kinds of climate messages seem to engage players the most. Plus, it’s fun! So we hope you’ll play. The Angry Birds folks were able to enlist a lot of global celebrities in creating the game. Watch the launch video below.

Innocentive Challenge on Water and Climate Shocks


We live in an increasingly interconnected, interdependent, and complex world where the rapid exchange of goods, information, and ideas has brought opportunities and prosperity to many. Yet this increased interconnectivity has also given rise to a heightened vulnerability to systemic risks.

Skoll Global Threats Fund is partnering with Innocentive in a challenge to identify early indications of when a water or climatic event in one location, such as a flood, drought, or heatwave, may trigger direct and indirect impacts elsewhere in the world (for example: large scale migration, food insecurity, social unrest, infectious disease). This challenge:  “What are the ways in which we can identify early indications and/or patterns of complex events that can have triggering effects elsewhere in the world?” This project aims to contribute to an emerging field of big data and forecasting, and the proposed methodology would ideally allow for near-real time monitoring and a method for triggering alerts when early indications are identified.

We encourage you to look at the challenge and share widely within your networks.

Skoll Joins White House-Led Public-Private Partnership on Climate Resilience


The Skoll Global Threats Fund is a founding partner of the Climate Services for Resilient Development initiative, a public-private partnership launched by the White House today to provide climate services – including actionable science, data, information, tools, and training – to developing countries to strengthen their resilience to climate impacts. The other founding partners, in addition to the U.S. government, are the American Red Cross, Asian Development Bank, Esri, Google, Inter-American Development Bank, and the U.K. Government.  Our President, Annie Maxwell, participated on a panel of the founding partners at the launch event held at the United States Institute for Peace. You can read more about the partnership on the White House website here.

Jeff Skoll on Philanthropy on 60 Minutes

Jeff Skoll is featured in a November 17 CBS 60 Minutes segment on philanthropy, which focuses on the Giving Pledge. Watch it below.

Big Data and Resilience

Our Climate Director, Amy Luers, is a Bellagio PopTech Fellow this year. She participated in the PopTech conference last week, and has been working with the other Bellgio PopTech Fellows (photo below, Amy’s 2nd from left) on the question of how big data can be used effectively – and ethically – to promote community resilience. They’ve published a white paper, “Big Data, Communities and Ethical Resilience: A Framework for Action,” that you can download here.  You can read a PopTech blog about the paper here.



(Appropriate) Big Data for Climate Resilience?

This was originally published by our Climate Change Director, Amy Luers, in the Stanford Social Innovation Review here.

Big data—the massive data sets that we collect and analyze to help understand complex systems, and that we mine to reveal trends in new ways and at a scale and speed often impossible even a decade ago—is all the rage. It has transformed how we conduct science, business, public health, and humanitarian efforts.

So can big data help local communities, cities, and nations cope with the disruptions and inevitable surprises from climate change? This is the question I explored while participating in the Bellagio/Poptech Fellows retreat sponsored by the Rockefeller Foundation. Big data has transformed scientists’ ability to understand the climate system and develop plausible scenarios of the future. However, while those roles are important, ultimately society’s ability to cope with climate change will depend less on the accuracy of these projections and more on the level of “resilience derived from bottom-up community efforts.

The answer to whether big data can help communities build resilience to climate change is yes—there are huge opportunities, but there are also risks.

Feedback: Strong negative feedback is core to resilience. A simple example is our body’s response to heat stress—sweating, which is a natural feedback to cool down our body. In social systems, feedbacks are also critical for maintaining functions under stress. For example, communication by affected communities after a hurricane provides feedback for how and where organizations and individuals can provide help. While this kind of feedback used to rely completely on traditional communication channels, now crowdsourcing and data mining projects, such as Ushahidi and Twitter Earthquake detector, enable faster and more-targeted relief.

Diversity: Big data is enhancing diversity in a number of ways. Consider public health systems. Health officials are increasingly relying on digital detection methods, such as Google Flu Trends or Flu Near You, to augment and diversify traditional disease surveillance.

Self-Organization: A central characteristic of resilient communities is the ability to self-organize. This characteristic must exist within a community (see the National Research Council Resilience Report), not something you can impose on it. However, social media and related data-mining tools (InfoAmazonia, Healthmap) can enhance situational awareness and facilitate collective action by helping people identify others with common interests, communicate with them, and coordinate efforts.


Eroding trust: Trust is well established as a core feature of community resilience. Yet the NSA PRISM escapade made it clear that big data projects are raising privacy concerns and possibly eroding trust. And it is not just an issue in government. For example, Target analyzes shopping patterns and can fairly accurately guess if someone in your family is pregnant (which is awkward if they know your daughter is pregnant before you do). When our trust in government, business, and communities weakens, it can decrease a society’s resilience to climate stress.

Mistaking correlation for causation: Data mining seeks meaning in patterns that are completely independent of theory (suggesting to some that theory is dead). This approach can lead to erroneous conclusions when correlation is mistakenly taken for causation. For example, one study demonstrated that data mining techniques could show a strong (however spurious) correlation between the changes in the S&P 500 stock index and butter production in Bangladesh. While interesting, a decision support system based on this correlation would likely prove misleading.

Failing to see the big picture: One of the biggest challenges with big data mining for building climate resilience is its overemphasis on the hyper-local and hyper-now. While this hyper-local, hyper-now information may be critical for business decisions, without a broader understanding of the longer-term and more-systemic dynamism of social and biophysical systems, big data provides no ability to understand future trends or anticipate vulnerabilities. We must not let our obsession with the here and now divert us from slower-changing variables such as declining groundwater, loss of biodiversity, and melting ice caps—all of which may silently define our future. A related challenge is the fact that big data mining tends to overlook the most vulnerable populations. We must not let the lure of the big data microscope on the “well-to-do” populations of the world make us blind to the less well of populations within cities and communities that have more limited access to smart phones and the Internet.

Trade Offs

The big data revolution is upon us. How this will contribute to the resilience of human and natural systems remains to be seen. Ultimately, it will depend on what trade-offs we are willing to make. For example, are we willing to compromise some individual privacy for increased community resilience, or the ecological systems on which they depend?—If so, how much, and under what circumstances?
From Appropriate Technology to Appropriate Big Data

The opportunities and risks around big data for climate resilience reminds me of the dormant “Appropriate Technology Movement,” brought to prominence with Schumacher’s influential book Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered. In the face of rapid technological growth, the appropriate technology movement promoted small-scale, decentralized, locally controlled and people centered technologies. Is it time for an “appropriate big data movement”—one that considers the needs of communities, captures the broader context in which they exist, and pushes society to confront the trade-offs in the decisions (or non-decisions) we are making?


Larry Brilliant Talks Global Threats at the Pentagon

Our Larry Brilliant spoke at the Pentagon last week on global threats, outlining the interconnections between multiple threats and the need for a systems perspective in considering solutions.  You can watch it here.


Rethinking U.S. Climate Advocacy

Amy Luers, who leads our climate change work, has just published a piece in the journal Climatic Change about rethinking U.S. climate advocacy. Here’s the abstract:

The US climate movement has failed to create the political support needed to pass significant climate policy. It is time to reassess climate advocacy. To develop a strategy for philanthropy to strengthen climate engagement, I interviewed over 40 climate advocates,more than a dozen representatives from the foundation community, and a dozen academics. My assessment led me to conclude that climate advocates have focused too narrowly on specific policy goals and insufficiently on influencing the larger political landscape. I suggest four ways to improve climate advocacy: 1) Increase focus on medium and longer-term goals; 2) Start with people and not carbon; 3) Focus more on values and less on science; and 4) Evaluate what works and share what we learn. To accomplish these strategies, social scientists and advocates must work together to build a culture of learning. Meanwhile, philanthropy must empower experimentation and incentivize knowledge sharing.

You can download the PDF of the full article here.




Larry Brilliant’s Speech at the Harvard School of Public Health Commencement

Our president, Larry Brilliant, was the commencement speaker at the Harvard School of Public Health’s commencement yesterday. Here’s the text of his speech as prepared for delivery.  (It’s now also available to watch online here.)

Graduating students of the class of 2013, and your families and partners and friends…

Distinguished members of the faculty. All of the entire School of Public Health community

Thank you for inviting me to speak to you today.

It’s a pleasure to see some familiar faces and friends here today. I’m happy to see John Brownstein, from the Harvard Medical School and Flu Near You, whom we’re partnering with on some really interesting work on digital disease surveillance. John is proof that you can be a PhD and do practical things in public health.

I particularly want to welcome Andy Epstein. You may have known her husband, Paul Epstein, who sadly died a year and half ago. Paul founded the Harvard Center for Health and the Global Environment. He taught classes at the School of Public Health on climate and health and he set the gold standard for combining science and advocacy…..and love.

Paul, Andy and my wife, Girija, and I came together when we were interns in San Francisco around the time of the Summer of Love. Coming here today, I’ve been thinking about that time, in the late 60s and 70s, when Paul and Andy and Girija and I were activists. We had dedicated ourselves to change the practice of medicine, to make health care work for the poor, the vulnerable, the weak. We were activists and we were optimists.

All of you are at some level activists, at some level optimists. Do you remember the first time you decided on a career in public health, in serving the people, as an activist for social justice?

I know the very minute the virus of activism infected me.

On Nov. 5, 1962, the Reverend Martin Luther King visited the University of Michigan. It was a dramatic time. The world teetered on the brink of nuclear madness during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Federal troops were on patrol after the first black student was admitted to Ole Miss. And Bob Dylan was singin’ “A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall.”

I was a completely clueless sophomore, locked in my own selfish bubble. But I went to hear Martin Luther King as he spoke that day in a way that made us feel it was our destiny to become activists. We jumped on stage and stayed there as his soaring rhetoric and the truth of his life, his example, called everyone who heard him to a life of service, to social justice, a life that for me became public health.

A small group of us sat around him for several hours, listening, mesmerized. We could not let him go.

He said that “the arc of moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” He was not the first to speak of the arc of the moral universe bending towards justice. Albert Einstein talked of it. Theodore Parker, a Unitarian Minister, was probably the first. Fittingly, he lived not far from where we sit, in Boston. Fittingly, he was an abolitionist, a change-maker, an activist. A troublemaker of our kind.

But for me, when I heard Martin Luther King say “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it tends towards justice” —  it might have been the anthem of the 60s —  it struck home. We all signed up for the cause. We marched in Selma, Ala., in Mississippi, and in Washington D.C.,  for freedom, social change, and civil rights. We marched against secret wars in Southeast Asia.

We had sit-ins and teach-ins and joined an alphabet soup of civil rights organizations: CORE, SNCC, and NAACP. We learned non-violence, to sit-in at the lunch counter at Woolworths, and absorb body blows without hitting back. In medical school, I joined the Medical Committee for Human Rights, put on a white coat with an ostentatious stethoscope, and joined a cadre of medical students, nurses, and public health activists and we marched with Dr. King, surrounding him as if our white coats could protect him. One day in Chicago, at an antiwar march, hundreds of us were arrested marching with Reverend King. There we so many of us they could not put us in regular jail. They had to make a pretend jail to keep so many. That’s a lesson for activists who plan to get arrested. Figure out in advance how to go to pretend jail.

We won some and lost some, but we successfully stopped the Vietnam War and passed the Voting and Civil Rights Acts. My generation planted seeds that would later embolden movements for women’s rights and gay rights and yes, we felt that, indeed the arc of the moral universe was long, but it did bend toward justice.

And that is how I wound up with Paul Epstein and Andy Epstein and half a dozen other activists, deciding we would all do our internships—and perhaps wreck havoc—on the same city. Poor San Francisco, it was not ready for us.

A few days before our internship started, a glossy expensive doctors’ magazine called “World Medical News” put a photo of five graduating activist medical students on its cover.

They wrote: “Watch out doctors! Watch out hospitals where they will intern! These young revolutionaries are coming. They will destroy your wealth and privileges.”

I guess they thought they had detected the ringleaders of a conspiracy, and they were not completely wrong. We believed, unlike the AMA of the time, that health care was not a privilege, it was a basic human right. And we believed that to deprive anyone of basic health care was immoral, as a clinician and as a country. Something about inalienable rights and “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” I still believe that. Don’t you?

I looked at that photo yesterday, thinking I was going to see Andy today. I don’t believe we looked menacing at all, just scared kids, like most of my generation—–angry about an unjust war, fighting for civil rights.  But the hospital I was interning thought I was menacing, I guess.

Internships began on July 1st. When I walked into the hospital on my first day, that magazine cover picture was everywhere. Hundreds of copies posted on every bulletin board in the place, each with a bull’s eye painted around my head. They did not intend that bull’s eye to be a halo!

Several bull’s eyes had a hypodermic syringe stuck in my nose. Below each one was written: “Presbyterian Hospital Welcomes Its New Revolutionary Intern.” Oh, yes…

And maybe it was a coincidence, but maybe it wasn’t: instead of the usual intern’s 24 hours on, 24 off, the first rotation I was assigned was for 96 hours straight in the intensive care ward. By the end of my four days on, I was exhausted, useless, sure I was making lousy medical decisions and sure the hospital had jeopardized the health of patients to make a political point.

But that was a different era, and we were bold. On July 5th, we interns issued a press release. On July 6th, we organized an interns and residents union. On July 7, we went on strike for better patient care. Three days later, the hospital caved in and agreed to our demands for better and more inclusive patient care.

The old guard did not believe that “Health care is a right and not a privilege.” Some of those same forces are around today in Congress and are trying to undermine and undo the Affordable Health Care Act. They would exclude 45 million uninsured from getting health care. Who are these people who value profits over public health? They are the same forces that fought the 60s idea of health as a a human right.

I have to admit that, although we held the moral high ground, we were very arrogant and stubborn. Not all of the older clinicians saw the the civil rights movement as a threat to their status. Some looked at us long-haired, shaggy, hippie doctors and saw a threat to their patients. Once we understood that the middle ground was good and inclusive patient care, we began to work together.

Both sides were right in a way. I soon learned how many of those who were indifferent to the social causes I cared about were actually much better clinicians than I.  Many worked longer hours, putting their patients’ care at the center of their world.

As for my generation of young radicals, we had prejudged a mostly conservative profession, assuming they couldn’t be good doctors for being out of touch with the great social upheaval of the time, for not understanding the needs of the marginalized, for not seeing the patterns and linkages between disease and poverty, the relationship between social justice and life expectancy and how the battle then, as now, was about dignity and human rights.

And here is the point as you go forward. Somehow, these two sides of our national health debate—one outward looking at social justice and inclusion and one looking inward at high quality patient care that is exclusionary, met then and must meet now on sacred ground, sharing the profound obligation — and great joy — of improving the health of the people.

The fire of that battle in the 60s and early 70s catalyzed great expansion in public health. New areas of study and practice —  medical care organization, community medicine, preventive medicine, social medicine —  got created. The EIS corps and epidemiology got a boost when young men could avoid the draft by going to CDC as epidemiologists instead of going to war or going to Canada! Much of this centered around Harvard, which played an outsized role in the new alphabet soup of activist public health: MCHR, PSR, SHO, and so many others.

Political activism fueled many public health careers, but, in those days, there was also the counterculture.

You know of the infamous Alcatraz prison? You may not know that, 40 years ago, a band of Native Americans took over Alcatraz, symbolic of their idea of liberating land that once was taken by the US government from the hands of Indians. One woman, a Sioux Indian named Lou Trudell, part of that occupation, was 9 months pregnant, about to deliver a baby in that cold, old prison—where there was no water, no electricity and no medical care. A newspaper columnist wrote a challenge: is there no doctor willing to live on Alcatraz and deliver this baby? Of course—I went. I hitchhiked on a local boat, lived on the island with the Indians for almost a month, helped Lou deliver the baby. They named the baby Wovoka after the founder of the Ghost Dance religion. I know that there was no electricity on that cold prison island, but when that Indian baby was born on free Indian land, there was electricity of a different sort. A mystical electricity. It was a deep emotional experience for everyone on the Island, whatever the color of their skin.

After I was lifted by helicopter off Alcatraz to dry land in San Francisco, I was met with dozens of TV cameras asking me “what do the Indians want?” How could I really know? I had never met a Native American until three weeks earlier. Somehow, in a way I still don’t understand, someone at Warner Brothers saw my anxious TV performance and asked me to play a young doctor in a movie called Medicine Ball Caravan — about the Grateful Dead and the Jefferson Airplane and rock bands. I became a rock doc. You’ve heard the expression, “you are either on the bus or off the bus?” I was definitely on the bus. I left medicine for a time to join my dear friend Wavy Gravy’s Hog Farm commune, and traveled on funny, painted hippie buses from London to Kathmandu, living for weeks at a time in Iran, Iraq Afghanistan, Pakistan, India and Nepal.

I wound up with my wife in a Himalayan ashram for two years. I nearly forgot all about medicine. We studied Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim,Christian and Jewish texts. And meditated.

My teacher, my guru, Neem Karoli Baba, was a wonderful and very wise renunciate. And we all thought he could see the future somehow. One day, while I was trying to meditate, my guru yelled my name (he called me “Doctor America). “Doctor America,” he said, it was my destiny to leave the monastery, leave the mountains, to join the WHO team that was being assembled in New Delhi to eradicate smallpox. He said smallpox would be eradicated, that it was God’s gift to humanity to lift one form of suffering from our shoulders, it was God’s gift because of the dedication of public health workers. How he knew smallpox could be, would be eradicated, I will never understand. I was 27 and had never seen a case of smallpox, and this was to be my first real job out of medical school.

The first time I saw a village full of people dying of smallpox, it was like an image from Hieronymus Bosch or an engraving of Dante’s inferno. But this was real. When I arrived in that infected village in a big jeep with a big UN seal on it, a mother rushed up to the jeep carrying a four year old boy. She asked me to heal him. But the boy was long dead. Everywhere children were coughing, covered with excruciating lesions. Parents standing by helplessly, watching them die. Some places, we were told, the rivers did not run because they were clogged with corpses.

Smallpox was arguably the worst disease in human history. It had killed more than half a billion people – really, 500 million! – in the 20th Century alone. Two dozen kings and queens and emperors and dictators died from smallpox. Wealth and privilege could not protect you from a truly excruciating death. Pustules and scabs covered every inch of your body.

There were no intensive care rooms, no clinical care – no treatment options – only the fight to prevent the next case. One-third of the victims died. There were almost 200,000 cases in India the year we began.

To eradicate smallpox, we had to find every case in the world, every virus, without exception, and put a ring of immunity around it. So that’s what we did. Over the next few years, 150,000 health workers visited every house in India searching for hidden cases of smallpox. We made more than one billion house calls. And in October of 1977, I went to the most remote bottom of Bangladesh to see what would be the last human infection in nature of Variola Major – the end of a chain of transmission of the disease of more than 5000 years, that had killed Pharaoh Ramses himself and might have scared the faces of many of Jesus’, Moses’ or Buddha’s disciples. A young girl named Rahima Banu in Bhola Island, Bangladesh. I saw her after her scabs had fallen off, and contemplated that, when she coughed, the last virus of Variola major fell on the hot parched land of Kuralia village, the last virus died from that chain of transmission going back to Ramses, to biblical times. I cried like a baby, so relieved, so happy the demon of smallpox was dead, so honored to be a small part of it.

In a way, my life was set. I had not yet gone to public health school, I had not yet studied epidemiology formally, I did not yet have my MPH, but I knew I would. And I knew I would always be a public health worker. No matter how hard, no matter the long hours, nothing could be more noble.

Bill Foege, my mentor, the legendary epidemiologist who would go on to head CDC and inspire the Gates Foundation commitment to global health, crafted the strategy of surveillance and containment that saved the world from smallpox. Bill took me to see my first case of smallpox. Bill is very very tall. We would go into villages to vaccinate kids and look for cases of smallpox. But the kids would all hide. Because I spoke Hindi, he told me to tell all the children that the “tallest man in the world had come to their villages.” They came to see him and we vaccinated them. Bill taught me to get the same sense of personal satisfaction watching the epidemic curve drop as watching a child’s fever chart. Hidden in those dry graphs and charts were the stories of hundreds of thousands of individual life and death struggles .

I spent ten years in India and Asia fighting smallpox. I had been the youngest member of the WHO smalIpox team. I was the last to leave, I turned off the lights and packed up the archives.

Smallpox was the first and so far, only disease ever eradicated from the world.

I expect and pray that another ancient disease, polio, will soon follow into the dustbin of history, before you finish the first years in your new careers. Thanks to the WHO, Rotary and the Gates Foundation for sticking with polio, despite the murder of public health workers in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Plus, the Carter Center has had much success against another eradicable disease—another ancient biblical disease— Guinea Worm or dracunculiasis, the fiery serpent. Dracuncliasis is written about in the 2nd cent BC Greek and Egyptian Chronicles.

It is a great race to see which of these two ancient scourges will be eradicated first! polio and Guinea Worm, each endemic now in only 3 or 4 countries.  Maybe it will be a photo finish. That would be nice. Because if smallpox is the only disease in history eradicated, it will be an anomaly, an anecdote, a footnote—- but if two or three diseases have been eradicated, that will be a huge boost to global public health workers.

And then we can go after pandemics. With the new digital disease detection systems like Healthmap, GPHIN, ProMed, Google Flu Trends and Flu Near You and new governance systems like CORDS – I have high hopes we can end pandemics in your lifetimes. This is another race — between inevitable pandemics if we do nothing, and the new technologies that could put pandemics in the same dustbin of history where we have this image of smallpox, polio and Guinea Worm sitting, waiting for company.

After we eradicated smallpox, some of the smallpox warriors, as we fancied ourselves, wanted to do it again, and we started the Seva Foundation to apply the same kind of scale to giving back sight surgically to poor blind people. We took what we learned in smallpox eradication and raised funds from old friends like Steve Jobs. By driving the price of a sight restoring operation to (then) $5, we could deliver service at scale to anyone in the world. Seva, and our partner, the Aravind Eye Hospital, have restored sight to more than 3 million people.

So that’s my story. Today begins your story, your turn. Your generation, your adverntures. And public health is a great adventure, filled with so many possibilities. If you want, you can work on a much larger scale than individual doctors. Or you can work with a small local health department. Either way, you will find joy and satisfaction in public health.

You may fight for animal rights or human rights. You may work on poor eyesight or mental illness. Or you may crack the epidemiological or genomic mysteries of cancer or heart disease.

You may challenge the government, corporations, or special interests to right wrongs local or global. You may seek to lessen the burden on the poor, or battle to bring water, health care, and education to those who need it.

You are a change-maker, part of the warp and weft of social change. Whether you work on improving the social justice of public health, like Paul Farmer, or fight the terrible effects of climate change on health, like Paul Epstein, you can be a public health hero.

When you work on public health, when you chose the noble path of working for the health of the public, you inherit the great tradition of those who came before you.

Class of 2013: I wish you amazing, transformative lives and adventures, filled with inspiration, hard work, equanimity, and joy.

Class of 2013: Today you inherit a magnificent tradition and embark on a noble profession.

Every single day, you’ll have the power to change lives. You’ll give hope and health to your communities and your world, even when the news is bad.

In the sixties, when my generation was shell-shocked by the assassinations of Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy, and Robert Kennedy, and the daily death toll from the war in Vietnam depressed us beyond imagination, a San Francisco radio reporter, Skoop Nisker, ended every news broadcast by urging his listeners, “The news is bad today. But if you don’t like today’s news, go out and make some of your own.”

Class of 2013:  From today on, the narrative of history is now in your hands. If ever you don’t like today’s news, go out and make your own.

Class of 2013, new members of the public health community, congratulations! Your teachers, your parents, your partners and all of us who went ahead of you are proud to welcome you.

Here is my parting request. Listen up!

Whether it was Dr King or someone else who first imagined the arc of the moral universe bending towards justice, you can be damn sure they did not mean that history bends toward justice all on its own. Look around you. It is far from automatic. It is a battle for the poor, a battle for justice, a battle to lift the health of the public.

Here is what I ask of you: Imagine that arc of history that Reverend King inspired us with. It’s right here. The arc of the universe needs your help to bend towards justice. It will not happen on its own. The arc of history will not bend towards justice without you bending it. Public health needs you to ensure health for all. Seize that history. Bend that arc. I want you to leap up, to jump up and grab that arc of history with both hands, and yank it down, twist it, and bend it. Bend it towards fairness, bend it towards better health for all, bend it towards justice!

That’s your noble calling of public health. Welcome.

Thank you.