**”Conservation or Colonization? The Green Imperialists Aren’t Even Hiding It Anymore”**
Listen up, truth-seekers and troublemakers. The alarm bells aren’t ringing anymore—they’ve been drowned out by the distant hum of helicopters and the jackboots of eco-militias in khaki. Welcome to the unholy lovechild of environmentalism and imperialism, where saving the planet looks suspiciously like ruling it. That’s right: we’re digging into the prickly roots of the West’s conservation craze—and trust me, this orchard’s full of rotten fruit.
They call it conservation. I call it conquest with binoculars.
While the West pats itself on the back for “protecting nature,” indigenous communities across Africa and Southeast Asia are being evicted, jailed, and—yes—killed. Let me repeat that with emphasis: in the name of hugging trees, lives are being shattered like glass under the boots of privatized rangers and state-backed “green enforcers.”
Let’s stop pretending these aren’t just oil barons in Patagonia jackets.
The new age colonizer doesn’t sail in with gunpowder and flags—they drop in with World Wildlife Fund badges, USAID briefcases, and one hell of a PR team. The original colonizers came for gold. These new ones? Still here for the same loot—just swapping gold for carbon credits, ivory for ecotourism profits, and indigenous land for “protected habitats” they stamp their logos all over like imperial graffiti.
But don’t take my word for it. True Crime Reports turned over a rock and what crawled out was a tangled web of abuse, exploitation, and—get this—state-sanctioned silence. Villagers in the Congo being flogged by armed eco-rangers. Maasai communities in Tanzania displaced so millionaires can go lion-spotting from their deluxe safari SUVs. This ain’t conservation. It’s greenwashed apartheid.
Ah, but the talking heads in Brussels and Washington will tell you: “We’re saving the planet.” Sure, Karen, while sipping oat milk lattes in air-conditioned plenaries, you’re backing policies that treat tribal people like wildlife—sacred to protect, expendable if inconvenient.
Welcome to Fortress Green—where human rights are optional, and the only thing more endangered than the rhino is the village elder who won’t move off ancestral land.
Let’s pull the thorns out of this Edenist fantasy: Who defines “wilderness”? Spoiler: it’s not the people who’ve lived in it for generations. It’s the boardroom biologists, hedge fund conservationists, and latte-driven NGOs who believe nothing’s truly wild unless it’s been dehumanized. Colonialism once said, “We’ll civilize you for your own good.” Now it whispers, “We’ll disappear you for the ecosystem’s good.” Same game, different greenwash.
And don’t think this is just a Global South sob story. No, no—the same powers encasing African jungles in barbed wire are privatizing national parks in the U.S., bulldozing poor neighborhoods for urban “green corridors,” and installing surveillance drones over indigenous Alaskan lands. The planet isn’t being protected—it’s being parceled, patented, and purchased.
Now here’s the kicker—these conservation czars have weaponized guilt. Climate guilt. Plastic straw guilt. “Why don’t you care about the Earth?” guilt. It’s a Machiavellian masterstroke – because while you’re busy composting banana peels and skipping red meat, they’re out there steamrolling sacred land to build luxury eco-resorts.
The hypocrisy is thicker than an oil spill.
So what now? Keep parroting speeches at Davos while the UN partners with poachers-turned-park-rangers? Or do we call this out for what it is—a geopolitical land grab dressed in vegan camouflage?
The game’s on, folks, and your favorite eco-messiah might just be holding the redrawing pen for the new colonial maps.
Truth is, real conservation doesn’t come at the barrel of a gun. It comes from the people who *already live there*, who know the rhythm of the land better than any Swiss NGO intern with a drone and a guilt complex.
But that, dear reader, doesn’t make headlines—or dollars.
So next time they say “save the planet,” ask them: “From whom?”
The answer just might be… them.
Mr. 47
