In
1999, ecologist John Terborgh, of the Duke University environmental program, published
a book, Requiem for Nature, in which
he convincingly made the case that few of us wanted to hear: There is no hope
for the survival of wild nature or wild biodiversity. The conclusion was
similar to that of Diane Ackerman, whose book I reviewed in an earlier essay, only Terborgh shows us the dark side.
In
1999, every indicator showed that the forces of destruction, especially in the
tropical rainforest, were accelerating. But Terborgh presented plenty of
examples from the United States, as well.
Yes,
there were many tropical national parks. But many of these parks were “paper
parks,” that is, they existed only as designations on maps. (You could now call
them “Google parks.”) Many of them had no guards, some had just one guard. Settlers
encroached on the parks. The government could take credit (and possibly receive
foreign aid) for protecting nature, without spending anything on it. Many of
the parks, far from being located in biodiversity hotspots, were in areas that
were unsuitable for agriculture and low in biodiversity: they were the easy
ones to “protect”.
Even
the parks that were protected suffered from “empty forest syndrome.” The adult
trees still stood, but (1) young trees did not germinate to replace them, and
(2) many animals were missing, producing an eerie silence. The parks existed,
they had a certain area, but they were oddly shaped. In 1989, I visited Jatun
Sacha in Ecuador, and it was a skinny corridor of land. As a result, most of
the forest in the preserves is very close to human-dominated landscape. The
human effects therefore penetrated into the protected area, making it
unnatural. The landscape was fragmented. Strange ecological imbalances happen in
small parks, and on small islands (such as an explosion of leaf-cutter ant
populations) that would not happen in a large protected area.
In
this photo, a graduate student from Europe classifies orchids rescued from the
branches of rainforest trees that had been cut down. There was no time to do
anything else at Jatun Sacha except make records of what was killed.
Terborgh
used examples from all over the tropical world, and the story is everywhere the
same. There were a few exceptions—some nature preserves on Madagascar were
respected and protected by local people—but such examples were rare. Wild
nature is threatened even in countries that have “charismatic megafauna”
wildlife, in Africa and in Nepal, where tourists spend a lot of money.
Many
proposed solutions were not working. One idea that was popular in the 1980s and
early 1990s was to support the rubber tappers, who made a sustainable living
off of wild rubber trees, without killing them, and without plantations. These
were the people championed by the charismatic Chico Mendes, who was
assassinated in 1988 by a gunman hired by a large land-owner. But the rubber tappers
remained poor, and their product could not compete in the marketplace with
commercially-produced rubber. Another failure has been forest protection by
edict. When the Thai government, alarmed by the loss of watershed forests, prohibited
logging, the price of lumber increased, thus making illegal logging more
profitable.
In
some cases, land degraded by human activity can recover. The processes of
ecological succession are amazing and were among the earliest things that
inspired me, as a child, to be interested in nature. But it doesn’t always
work. If a tropical forest is cut down, and is then invaded by alang-alang
grass (Imperata cylindrica), a cycle
of fires can then prevent the forest from ever growing back, that is, in a time
frame meaningful to humans.
For
many of us, the modern mantra is “sustainable development.” But sustainable
development does not require biodiversity. Agroforestry and plantations can be
sustainable, even when dominated by just a few species. The conclusion Terborgh
reached is that the human future does not
depend on biodiversity; humans, and human civilization, can survive just
fine without the high levels of biodiversity found in nature. We cannot
honestly use “human survival” as a justification for protecting biodiversity.
There is no shortcut: we have to save it for its own sake, not ours. “Whether
we like it or not, tropical forests are worth more dead than alive,” Terborgh
wrote. In strict economic terms, that is—which are the only terms that matter
to most governments.
Things
have only gotten worse, at rates and in ways that Terborgh did not, apparently,
imagine. He wrote, “I am confident that objectivity and popular opinion will
eventually prevail in the United States to bring conservation and development
into balance.” But even if the Obama Administration might have encouraged this,
Donald Trump proclaims loudly that conservation is the enemy of prosperity.
Whatever hopeful trends Terborgh saw have been deliberately smashed by people
who, perversely, call themselves conservatives. Terborgh called for a
redesigning of democracy. Well, we’re getting it: it is being redesigned into a
system in which the president can do whatever he wants with no constitutional
restraints. I don’t think that’s what Terborgh meant.
The
situation can only get worse, as populations increase and conflict over
resources escalates.
This
does not necessarily mean that the world will go as far as it did in René
Barjavel’s novel Le Voyageur Imprudent,
in which the human species 100,000 years from now evolved into males with
claws, with which they had dug away all mountains and valleys and made the
Earth into one vast plain, and females as large as mountains, with thousands of
teats, from which the males fed. But a few generations from now, the phrase
“natural world” may simply mean a municipal park. “I hope I am wrong,” Terborgh
wrote, “but if I had to bet, I would wager that the last gorilla will die in a
zoo.”
It
is not good news, but Terborgh wanted conservationists to be honest about the
problems and not pour time and other resources into lost causes.
To
find good news, you can only, at best, read about individual success stories. The United States government refused to
protect an endangered species of beetle in Oklahoma. So, the Cherokee tribe
stepped in and did it. And, as I took a break from reading Terborgh’s bad news,
I opened the May 2019 National Geographic
and read about Gorongosa National Park in Mozambique, where nature is thriving,
full of wildlife, because of the support of local people, 180 of whom it
employs. Sometimes human ingenuity can surprise us (this was the same issue
that had a long article about Leonardo da Vinci). An isolated example the
Gorongosa may be, but what else am I supposed to think about? As a writer, I
look for the individual stories. It is too depressing to do otherwise.