Kill ’em or Tease ’em!

Kill ’em or Tease ’em!

South African Solutions
The impenetrable bulwark of South African anti-poaching efforts has collapsed: an “epidemic” of Rhino poaching there has evoked a response rivaling any PETA position here at home. Kill them. (The poachers, that is.)

South Africans aren’t ones to mince their chew. And it isn’t just that outdoorsman independence and fierce loyalty to the wild. Before the economic downturn this goliath of African economies was surging, and tourism had surged within from 4.6% of GDP to 8.3%.

Consider this as a reference on the importance of wild and tourism and animals in South Africa, compared to our dear safari countries in East Africa. Nine times as many tourists to South Africa in 2007 as in all of East Africa contributed to South Africa’s GDP just a few billion less than the entire economies of either Kenya or Tanzania!

So it is not just that rhinos in South Africa are endangered but that a big chunk of the economy is endangered.

I wrote earlier this year about the horrific plot by farm managers in South Africa to butcher rhino for the black market. This week the International Rhino Foundation reported that 289 rhinos had been poached in South Africa so far this year, “the highest in more than 100 years.”

Within South Africa, the phrase now circulating is that a rhino is poached there every 30 hours.

Local farmers, tour managers and environmentalists have reacted with what I consider hysteria. The blogosphere is filled with calls to execute the many alleged poachers currently in custody. In typical political cow-towing to the reaction, today in South Africa’s Parliament, the Minister of Justice was charged with dropping prosecution against known poachers.

(The Government hasn’t dropped the investigations.)

False equivalences are flying. Rhino owners are citing government expenses, for travel of diplomats and other officials for example, as funds misplaced that could be used for stopping the poaching.

But the most outlandish reaction appeared last week. The owner/founder of a game reserve near Johannesburg told a local news outlet that he was considering injecting cyanide into the horns of his rhino.

Ed Hern said, “We wanted to inflict the same kind of suffering our animals had to endure on anyone involved in the vile activity of poaching.”

“We began researching the possibility of poisoning our rhinos’ horns, so any individual who knowingly handled or consumed the horn would either become seriously ill, or even face the risk of death.”

South Africa never does anything half way. Today a strip joint in Joburg pledged 50,000 Rand (about $8,000) from its take this weekend.

This is hysteria…cal.

A single rhino horn now commands up to $10,000 on the black market in South Africa, before it’s sent usually to Asia. South African officials are pretty much in control of at least understanding what’s happening.

The World Wildlife Fund with the government’s blessing has organized a special unit to deal with the upsurge in rhino poaching in South Africa.

WWF and South Africa, for instance, have identified Vietnam as the main market. They’ve identified a new belief there that powdered rhino horn cures such ailments as cancer, as modern diseases emerge in what was a non-modern society.

One hysteria leads to another.

There is also no doubt that the global economic realignment that started several years ago is devastating tourism in Africa. Even while African countries are doing extremely well relative to the rest of the world, tourism within those economies has been hit extremely hard.

No better poaching expert than men who were laid off from anti-poaching patrols.

The upsurge in rhino poaching in South Africa is terrible. And it’s real. But killing or teasing the killers won’t solve the problem.

Mired in Infamy by a Fossil Fuel

Mired in Infamy by a Fossil Fuel

Choose your culprit: Right or Left.
Yesterday The House censured Rep. Charles Rangel for among other things, bribes. And today Nigerian officials confirmed a warrant has been issued for the arrest of Dick Cheney… for bribes.

While the magnitude of the bribes is significantly greater in the Cheney than Rangel case, both involve oil, and both involve men at the highest pinnacles of U.S. power.

On the surface the two men couldn’t be more different: conservative and progressive, white and black, aristocrat and slum-boy. Yes, but the difference even stretched into their souls.

The one I’ve always liked is like your bumbling old uncle who nonetheless brings you the best Christmas presents. Rangel was a progressive, Harlem’s Godfather, articulate and loaded for bear in the public arena fighting for what he thought was right.

Cheney is the Joker incarnate. He appears public only when the vicious veils of his den of inequity are ruffled, and even then rarely says anything. He’s insensitive to public suffering, loved by no one.

But at the bottom of their souls all differences disappear. They’re both corrupt.

I’ve spent a good amount of my adult life explaining to critics of Africa that the popular notion that Africa is corrupt is upside down. Africa is a poor place, or at least has been for most of my life. Corruption usually takes the form of money. That has to come from rich places.

Like Haliburton and the U.S. Congress.

Rangel maneuvered into a tax bill a loophole worth hundreds of millions of dollars to an oil-drilling company that pledged $1 million to build a New York city college named in his honor.

Cheney orchestrated up to a quarter billion dollars in bribes to Nigerian officials, there.

In my book Cheney was the bad guy and Rangel the good guy. Cheney was the elite if effete aristocrat masterfully deploying evil. Rangel was the underdog, wounded vet, loyal progressive slipping into the aristocratic comfort zone with little skill.

Cheney did things to get rich. I suppose Rangel did, too, but mostly to get honor. Cheney seems unmotivated by anything moral. Rangel was dangerously playful with The “Ends-Justify-The-Means” to enrich his down treaded community and obtain personal accolades.

Frankly, I actually think Rangel was also just tired of detail, arrogantly careless, ultimately criminally incompetent or incompetently criminal. That certainly does not describe Cheney. Cheney’s Nigerian crimes are ruthlessly calculated, focused from the get-go.

But they both broke hundreds of laws. The big stash was oil.

(Nothing has been proved in court. In both cases only unlitigated allegations exist, and likely will never move further. But let the truth prevail. Justice is often not revealing, just reflective: as opaque as the power that opposes it.)

Cover them both in oil, and you can’t tell them apart.

There couldn’t be two different characters. Mired in infamy by a fossil fuel.

Kenya’s Bridge to NoWhere NoHow

Kenya’s Bridge to NoWhere NoHow

$50? $75? $100? $150? $200?
One little bridge has been repaired in Kenya’s cockamamie system of big game parks. Is this Kenya’s Bridge to Nowhere?

To no fan fare whatever the bridge over the Ewaso Nyiro River was reopened on Saturday, theoretically reconnecting the two big game parks of Samburu and Buffalo Springs.

The key word here is “theoretically.”

This is the only bridge besides the main road’s at Archer’s Posts which links the two sides of the river. The bridge suffered its third washout in my life time last February during the heavy floods which ended the three-year mini-drought.

Theoretically, the bridge now allows tourists staying at lodges and camps on the south bank of the river (which is technically “Buffalo Springs Reserve”) to visit Samburu, and tourists staying on the north bank of the river in Samburu to cross over and visit Buffalo Springs.

Simple, eh? Well, no.

First, why would you want to cross over? Is the grass always greener on the other side? (There isn’t any grass in Samburu.)

The river was formed over thousands of years as a line in the sand at the point at which the Mathews Mountains watershed is meaningful.

North of the river (Samburu) is higher, hillier and catches more rainfall from the prevailing winds that butt against the Mathews Mountains. So there are usually more antelope, and therefore, more cats.

South of the river is remarkably much drier: gravel and flat, which usually attracts larger numbers of the rare northern desert game like Grevy’s zebra and the blue-legged Somali ostrich. Until Somak’s lodge opened on the south side last year, then flooded out, then reopened, there were fewer tourists on the south side, and the animals knew that.

So transient families of elephant, shier cats like leopard and mothers with babies like newborn giraffe were usually found on the south side.

So yes, you do want to see both sides, and seeing both sides would be the only way to attain the expectations of most brochures, pundits and Kenyan Government PR about “Samburu.”

Ergo the bridge.

Erstwhile Kenyan politics.

Click here to go to the Kenyan Wildlife Service website list of national parks and reserves. Can’t find Samburu? Can’t find Buffalo Springs? Is this a mistake?

Yes, it is a terrible mistake, but not for the reasons you might think. There’s no oversight here in the website. It is alphabetical, left to right by row. Still can’t find this reserve which is so important in every publicized safari to Kenya?

No one can. It isn’t a national park or reserve. It belongs to the county council.

(By the way. Can’t find the Mara? No, that isn’t a national park or reserve, either. It is three separate county council reserves like Samburu and Buffalo Springs are two separate county council reserves.)

This, of course, is lunacy. But that’s ordinary Kenyan politics, and regrettably, the new constitution which is doing so much good to bring sanity to places where there was lunacy before has not even touched on this subject of wildlife management.

Richard Leakey in his earlier days as head of the KWS tried diligently to bring all the important ecosystems under the authority of the federal government, the KWS. He lost his legs trying.

The Mara and Samburu bring in the greatest amount of tourist revenue of any of the great wilderness reserves in Kenya. But each are administered separately from the federal government. (The Mara is actually in an unbelievably worse situation.) Why?

So that the fat cats in the county council can pocket the proceeds.

See my earlier blogs on wildlife management for a continued harangue. Back to the bridge.

Now that the bridge is opened, the two county council’s which own the respective northern and southern parts of the great wilderness are fighting once again. Each side wants tourists to pay to cross the bridge and enter their land.

Well, I suppose there’s logic to that. But the logic ends when the tourist who is residing on one side, pays to go to the other side, than has to pay again to return to the place where his laundry is being done!

With fees rising this could mean $50 every time you cross over the bridge!

What we need is a bridge to reality.