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by Emily Dickinson
What always gets me about learning about settler colonialism is how once you learn about it you cannot unsee the violence to the land itself. My home state was previously nearly 100% wetlands, apart of the wider Ohio river valley whose biodiversity supported such large populations of hundreds of different species that many contemporary source from settlers describe it as like the garden of Eden.
The Indigenous people who farmed and hunted here (and still farm and hunt in what land they have been able to keep and reclaim) were able to grow miles of upon miles of crops with multiple harvests a year, encouraging this biodiversity by creating forest gardens with incredible amounts of food from staples like corn and squash to local fruits like pawpaws to European imports like apples alongside controlled burns which allowed fields and buffalo ranges to expand.
Nowadays my state is known almost exclusively for its fields of nothing but corn and soy beans. Driving through in between the comparatively small cities you'll see nothing but fields where the plethora of different trees and plants were chopped down mile by mile, the remaining wetlands drained and flattened, and the rich black soils robbed of their nutrients through decades upon decades of monocrop agriculture now preserved through the life blood of petrochemical fertilizers which destroy the surrounding environment.
This process was done mile by mile as the tens of thousands of Indigenous people were killed and displaced by settlers and the US army, the land measured and sold acre by acre to white settlers who raped the land as described, filling the pockets of wealthy land speculators (like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson) who bought the land directly from the government in schemes so corrupt historians have dedicated entire careers to mapping out their dramas.
It's like learning about commodity fetishism and suddenly seeing hundreds of strangers in the products that surround you. Once you learn how the land was destroyed for profit you'll never look at the miles of fields or the cracks in the concrete of buildings built on wetlands or the stench of now obsolete canals built solely for a once boat-dependent economy with no care for the environment the same.
The Court of Kayumars. Iran, 1524–1525.
The Aga Khan Museum.
Chapel ruins at Cypress Gardens
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Fig. 483. The meteor storm of 9 October 1933. All the meteors appear to diverge from the same point - the so-called “radiant.” Larousse Encyclopaedia of Astronomy. 1962.
Beneath the Lilies ~ a submerged view looking up through stems and sunlit teal water ❧
Lives of Game Animals, Volume 3. 1927. Written and illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton.
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Charles Herbert. Swayambhunath lit with butter lamps during a festival, Kathmandu, 1970.
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Sleeper (1847)
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Fate, if it has any meaning, lies in the power of reversal. Eventually, the hunter will be felled by his own weapons and traps. For all its riches and might, Rome's destiny is to be consumed as Carthage was. Slaves will become their own masters, and the death march of civilisation will be forced into the triumph of life.