Half of them. Adults and pups and family groups, either way, slay half of them. Every other brother, every other sister, and every other parent. Even a decimation of a population only terminates a tenth. No, that’s not enough, not by far. We are to levy death on the scale of the bubonic plague. Which is our right by might.
Not even the Angel of Death was so voracious…
The Government of Sweden, it matters not whether left or right, wants fewer wolves in the country. They (and their paymasters the Hunting Lobby) have wanted that for the past twenty years, butting heads with the European Union over the Habitat Directive on multiple occasions. And now, with a fresh faced right-wing, brown-shirt supported, government, Sweden raises its nose at humanity’s oldest companion and lays down indiscriminate judgement. Whole packs are to be wiped out at an unprecedented scale this year. 75 wolves out of a population of 460 are on the wanted list. That’s more than a third the amount that have been hunted and killed over the past 12 years.
While the government preservation agency requires at least, AT LEAST, 300 individual wolves minimum for a healthy population, the government plans to reduce the population to between 170 and 270 over the coming years. That in comparison to the over 10 million people living in the country.
But the wolf debate is divisive, and isn’t even focused on how many wolves should be allowed to roam the wilds, but rather whether they deserves to exist at all.
“Personally I don’t think we should have a wolf population in the country at all”, the brown-shirt politician Magnus Persson (SD) ruminates to the national news broadcaster. “There was a reason we eliminated the wolf completely once upon a time”; the reason referred to being religious prosecution and vilification because of humanity’s inability to tolerate any natural competition to our god-given dominion.
Personally, I don’t think we need supremacists in the country at all, or anywhere in the world come to think of it, but I digress…
But morality aside (as if it’s in any way shape or form okay to set that aside for practical concerns) the wolf causes damages, doesn’t it? It’s a dangerous predator, isn’t it? Wolves have killed people, haven’t they? In 2012, an experienced animal handler at the Swedish zoo Kolmården was killed under mysterious circumstances by the resident wolf pack. Other than that; no. Wolves just plain don’t kill people. Domesticated dogs fall somewhere in the category of confused competition in the eyes and olfactory senses of wolves, and during 2021, 11 dogs were reported killed (most of which were running off the leash in wolf-populated forests, which sounds like an incredible privileged idea). That same year, 286 sheep were also reported killed by wolves across the country, compared to the total sheep population of 250’000 (excluding lambs for some reason, probably because we kill them ourselves on a yearly basis). Most importantly, if we’re to listen to our god The Free Market, 2021 saw 1.7 million euro awarded in wolf-related damages.
It is difficult for me to write a summation of my utter disgust for the urge to murder wolves, not for meat, but for jealousy and fear. Which is probably why the debate stays so vitriolic across the span of decades. To me, an ardent environmentalist and misanthrope, the preservation of natural habitats (of which apex predators are a fundamental part) is a human obligation. To the Other, to the economist and the hunter and the farmer and the privileged pet owner living the nightmare-adjacent dream of a cabin in the woods, the wolf represents a hindrance in our righteous exploitation of natural resources. To them, the forests and all the beasts within exist for our pleasure, for our benefit, in accordance to the scripture of our jealous Jehovah. To me, that dribble of cognitive sewage stinks of supremacy: A notion that humans and human desires stand supreme to any other consideration, even the preservation of the needs of generations yet to come.
It’s egocentrism, in the purest form. Vile, religiously imprinted, free market-fuelled and unchecked egocentrism. Anything that endangers or threatens the almighty “I” shall be exterminated. No mention of the fact that humans really don’t need to take up all the space they do, no mention that you don’t have to live close to nature if they find it dangerous or simply scary, no mention that for all the land humanity lays unjust claim to a yearly sacrifice of a few hundred sheep is not that steep a rent.
I do not know what fundamental switch differs between the two, me and The Other. Obviously there’s a schism in how we view the world and humanity’s place in it. But I have as of yet to find what argument to voice, what little foundational stone to shift, to turn supremacy to acceptance. To shift egocentrism to humility. To make people remember that it was not that long ago that both man and wolf were Beloved of the Moon. There must be something, back in the corner of the human mind, that gives rise to such disparity. It is easy to wield words like “privilege” or “intelligence”, or even “religion”, as cudgels in this rhetoric fight. But those can at best be associations; not causes.
I do not know how to properly express my despair and resentment at how cruelly my government and my neighbours delivers disdainful death to our once but never again colleagues of the hunt. If I did, if we did, this debate would be at an end. And until I do, until I find that golden postulate to whither the brambles of egocentrism, estranged sibling will keep slaying estranged sibling like a black death upon both houses. And until I do, I shall keep up my lament.
/Sebastian Lindberg 3/1-2023