A Letter to Charles Darwin from Galapagos
A Letter to Charles Darwin
By Mo Tejani
Dear Charles,
Back in geological time, five million
years ago when the sea bed of the crystal blue Pacific thrust its mighty
force upwards concocting new volcanoes now called the Galapagos
Islands, who would have imagined that this archipelago would become the
Nature center of our universe in the 21st century? You did, Charles.
On behalf of all the world’s citizens, I
shower profuse gratitude on you for making that Nature cruise on the
Beagle back in 1835 to this pristine paradise, some six hundred miles
west of Ecuador. Thank you for defying those status-quo conservatives
who continue to use God as a Machiavellian tool to justify their
subjugation of the masses in the name of religion and heavenly life
after death. Thank you for having the brains to unearth how Nature, the
only true source of our universe, really works. The British Royal
Geographical Society in those days must have thought of you as a mad
heretic scientist to venture to this unexplored secret of our globe.
I would also like to extend heartfelt
appreciation to you and the Ecuadorian custodians for having the
foresight to turn this archipelago into a national park, where humans
can only tread on specified trails with a certified guide and are
prohibited from sleeping on twelve of the fourteen islands altogether.
Who knows what commercial human devastation would be wreaked upon this
world wonder if both of you did not have this far reaching foresight
back then?
More than a hundred years later, I am
fortunate enough to have just explored these magical islands to verify
something that I instinctively believed since growing up in Nature-lush
Africa. Let me elaborate for you what I saw there…
Avoiding the commercial expensive cruise
ships for the wealthy, I boarded a trawler and embarked on a ten-day
tour of the islands with seven other travelers and our ship captain,
Carlos, a local seafaring navigator of Santa Cruz, who turned out to be a
very hospital fellow with a passion for ecology. On our very first day,
at eight o’clock in the morning, grey-white dolphins in groups of six
or more appeared on either side of our boat to wish us a good morning.
What is even more amazing is that for every single one of those ten
days, they reappeared by our side at 8 a.m. on the dot, as if they were
our own private escort into the islands, making sure that we were headed
in the right direction away from danger. Or it may be that their true
motivation was to ensure that we wouldn’t harm their secret lair like
the pirates and whalers once did.
During trips from island to island,
Carlos, with nothing but a pair of leather gloves and a snorkel, would
dive into coves to fish out fresh lobsters or tuna for our nightly
dinners. Food for survival. A gift from Nature.
At Sullivan Bay on Bartolome Island at an
inlet where macho sea lions lay perched, basking on the rocks, we were
doing aerobic dances with their pups swimming all around us. Carlos
pulled us aside warning us not to get too close just in case the
lords-of-the-manor males got a little too anxious for their pups’
safety. Every once in a while, one of the males would bellow out a loud
screeching groan—just to remind us that he and the others were watching
our every move.
The ten days—a photographer’s Mecca in my mind—come flashing back…
The joy of peering into an iguana’s eyes,
its pink tongue slithering in and out of its mouth; the sensation of
stroking the back of a Darwin finch sitting for several minutes in the
palm of my hand before flying off; the thrill of riding a six-hundred
pound Galapagos turtle poking its snake-like head out every now and then
to be sure we were on course; the pleasure of waddling with penguins by
an island shore as they moved closer to the setting sun shooting its
orange green arrows across the Pacific sky; the sweat of climbing an
ancient lava flow up the caldera crescent to see a panoramic view of the
archipelago with sea turtles and nurse sharks playing with each other
in the waves below; the titillation of seeing a male and female
blue-footed boobie perform their mating dance, inches from my feet on a
narrow dusty trail.
I understand clearly now, Charles, why you wrote what you wrote.
Seeing the amphibian iguanas, the sea
lions, and even the Galapagos penguins—all just as much at home on land
as in the sea—I am able to visualize Nature’s long-term vision for the
adaptation of its bountiful creatures from water to soil.
Though a few other explorers preceded you
to these islands, it was your treatise of natural evolution (never just
a theory) that educated the geologically illiterate on how humans
evolved from chimps to gorillas to homo erectus to homo sapiens to homo
locos of today. It was your words in On the Origin of Species
that brought intellectual shame upon the thinkers who cajoled our world
into believing the myths of racism—that black people were genetically
inferior to the white-skinned ones. It was your courage that eventually
exposed the malignant lie that undergirded the justification for the
African slave trade. That 400-year-old lie has finally been laid to rest
now that 20th century archeologists have unearthed the skulls and bones
of tool-making humans in Tanzania (as well as Indonesia and China),
evidence of the earliest signs of evolution from mammal to human.
Thank you my dear pioneer friend. You can sleep soundly tonight on Nature’s silk bed.
March 1978
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Post Script
A hundred and fifty years later, my dear
departed friend, Charles, the eternal fight of Nature versus machinery
goes on undeterred. Despite Jacque Cousteau’s warnings of impending
disasters in the oceans and Al Gore’s inconvenient truth of the polar
ice caps melting, our planet—now teeming with seven billion people, a
third of them unable to find a proper meal for the day—muddles its way
through a new millennium. Humans continue warring with each other over a
tiny piece of land, excavating black gold to oil their machines, and
using carbon credits to rationalize the destruction of our atmosphere.
In fact, a select few (thankfully still very much a minority), calling themselves the Intelligent Design Creationists,
now even have the audacity to refute your treatise with claims that the
Big Bang theory and the natural selection of species is but hogwash
dished out by heretic scientists. Convinced that humans, as masters of
the Universe, will always rule at the top of the food chain, they wreak
havoc on Earth through fear, using land mines in the soil, bombs dropped
from the sky by unmanned drone planes, and chemical gases sprayed from
helicopters or released from missile warheads.
Fear not Charles, they are learning their
lessons the hard way. Nature, unfolding in its sweet slow geological
time, proves them wrong again and again—with tsunamis in Southeast Asia
and Japan, hurricanes and tornados in North America, earthquakes in
China and the Himalayas, typhoons in the Philippines, El Nino in the
Oceans, drought in the Sahel, famine in Somalia, floods in Europe and
Bangladesh, and volcanic eruptions in Hawaii, Peru, and Indonesia.
For millennia now, Nature has always found ways to restructure that karmic balance between the Homo sapiens species and the ecological cycle of Mother Earth.
She will never let us down, will she, Charles?
November 2011
Date posted: November 19, 2011
Copyright: M. Tejani, November 2011
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Copyright: M. Tejani, November 2011
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About the writer: Mohezin
Tejani developed a passion for books and travels during his early life
in Africa. Born in Tanzania to Ismaili parents of Indian ancestry, he
grew up in Uganda where he spent his childhood and early adult life.
Then in 1972, along with 80,000 other fellow Asians, he was expelled
during Idi Amin’s reign of terror, and first fled to England and then to
America of the late sixties and early seventies. He spent the next four
decades on the road as a political refugee and a humanitarian aid
worker. The above piece is part of a collection of essays, poems,
and letters written over four decades of travel across five continents. Tejani’s latest book Thank You Idi Amin: A Memoir of the Asian Exodus
was published by Global Vision Press and has received critical acclaim.
Excerpts and links to his other writings can be found on his website: www.motejani.com.
Tejani’s other essays on this website: