I don't know what else to make of the new book, glowingly reviewed below, which projects the environmentalist ideal: a world in which man has disappeared and all trace of his existence is slowly swallowed up by forests, rivers, and jungles.
This is the environmentalists' real agenda—but if they can't get that, they will apparently settle for a reduction of the human population by five or six billion people, according to the article below.
Under the rule of environmentalism, there will be only one endangered species: man.
"'The World Without Us'," Gary Kamiya, Salon.com, July 23 Weisman embarks on an audacious intellectual adventure: He tries to imagine what the world would be like if humans suddenly disappeared. "How would the rest of nature respond if it were suddenly relieved of the relentless pressures we heap on it and our fellow organisms? How soon would, or could, the climate return to where it was before we fired up all our engines? How long would it take to recover lost ground and restore Eden to the way it must have gleamed and smelled the day before Adam, or homo habilis, appeared? Could nature ever obliterate all our traces?"…
"The World Without Us" taps into one of our deepest, if only furtively acknowledged, pleasures: imagining destruction. Just as Tom Sawyer sneaked deliciously into his own funeral, we gobble up Weisman's anecdotes about the decay and dissolution of everything human….
Paradoxically, it's the fact that Weisman envisions the Earth enduring that becomes motivation for us to change our ways. The twist, of course, is that his imagined happy ending for the Earth only comes about because mankind is absent. Yet this isn't depressing, as one might think, but oddly inspiring. Weisman concludes that many of those happy endings are possible even if humanity doesn't disappear—as long we curb our appetites and our population. And even if we end up causing our own extinction, it is profoundly reassuring to think that the Earth will not only survive, but flourish….
Weisman describes how millions of gallons of water under New York City, unchecked by pumps, would flood the subways. "Within 20 years, the water-soaked steel columns that support the street above the East Side's 4,5, and 6 trains corrode and buckle. As Lexington Avenue caves in, it becomes a river." Meanwhile, pavements would be breaking apart as ice expands in cracks. Weeds and potent invaders like ailanthus, with no city maintenance crews to stop them, would wreak havoc. Lightning fires would start, and gas mains ignite. As skyscrapers' windows break, water would corrode even concrete floors. Subbasements would weaken. High winds from hurricanes, more powerful in the future, would topple giant buildings. Bridges, their unpainted joints cracking as they expand, would collapse. …
In his conclusion, Weisman changes his tone—and reveals just how seriously he takes the problems he has been exploring. He calls for mankind to cut its birthrate dramatically by limiting every female to one child. By 2100, we would have reduced the human population to 1.6 billion, back where it was in the 19th century.