The Dinner
FIG. 01I had dinner with Hans Rosling in 2015, two years before he died. He was already ill, though he did not mention it. What he wanted to talk about was numbers.
Rosling had spent his career as a physician and statistician, fighting what he called "the overdramatic worldview," the tendency of educated people to believe the world was worse than it actually was. He traveled with props: plastic blocks representing population, animated charts that danced across screens, a Swedish accent that turned data into theater.
But that night at dinner, he was not performing. He leaned across the table, fork in hand, and asked me a question. "Do you know what number matters most for the future of this planet?"
I guessed carbon. I guessed temperature. I guessed species.
He shook his head. "Ten billion," he said. "That is how many people will be alive by the time your children are old. Not because of any policy. Not because of any failure. Because the women who will give birth to those people have already been born. The arithmetic is settled." He paused. "Everything else is still a choice."
Ten billion. I had spent years in the environmental movement treating population as a problem to minimize. Rosling was telling me it was a design brief. The actual question was what kind of world those ten billion would inherit.
He died in February 2017, still traveling, still teaching, still fighting statistical illiteracy. His final book, Factfulness, was published posthumously.