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Cloak of Green: The Links between Key Environmental Groups, Government and Big Business

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This is a story about how environmental organizations with the assistance of the United Nations Environment Program committed a bloodless coupe of Brazil. The enviros turned up the heat slowly and boiled the frog.

The same strategies painfully outlined in this book are at play in the United States today. Their goal: to overthrow the American system of government.

Due to the complexity of understanding the government, Elaine Dewar did an excellent job of staying on target although it did result in a laborious read.

Deware reveals the hidden agenda of governments and environmental protection, but this book is hard to follow. There are so many names that the information becomes cluttered in my head. In the end, I know global warming isn't about helping the environment, but about people gaining power in the UN, which I think is the point of the book. But getting to the point of the book is rather painful.

Blessed with a deadly combination of a mediocre imagination and fuzzy mind, the author claims to have had an experience in the field that, while framed as stark fact, is so ludicrous as to be sadly funny. In the early 90s Ruth Happel, a fine, credible and widely published primatologist from Harvard, and I were on assignment for the Cleveland Zoo to travel to several equatorial sites around the world to record base-line ambient sound (biophonies) for an installation in their rainforest exhibit. We met up with Dewar at a research site (KM41) some distance north of Manaus, Brazil. There, under the guise of a jouralist, she questioned us at some length about our work feigning engagement and interest. The first clue of her demented vision was her description of the site being a "leper" colony where she wished she had brought her hammock to set up alongside ours. I'm described as one who "snuck" up behind her to demonstrate a magical biophony (soundscape) occurring in a small pool where larvae and waterboatmen were acoustically active. Actually, I had taken the time from my efforts to engage this hapless idiot only to be characterized on P. 112 of Chapter 13 as not knowing what I was hearing. I'm also described as one endowed with constant chatter - a lecturer - although, to most of the sane world, I'm generally thought of as pretty quiet speaking only when asked. Stillness is germane to my profession. Nevertheless, "zings" went off in Dewar's stomach, and strange "butterflies" hammered against her rib cage communicating with Morse-code precision that Ruth and I were cryptic American intelligence agents affiliated, no less, with perilous agencies like the AFL-CIO and USAID. Around people like us, Dewar suggested - others in Brazil and other Latin countries - "disappeared." No kidding. (What's even more surprising is that to her editor and publisher, these inventions came across as valid. Furthermore, none of these claims were ever vetted. This "journalist" was never challenged.) Voices were popping up in her head and "butterflies were breaking loose in her ribcage all over the place." "Moss..." was growing inside her, crawling up her skin (but lodging mostly in her brain). I, of course, was suspected of having seen mysterious "files" on her. I "pushed" her down on a stool. Spiders will bite, I warned her. Meanwhile, Happel's eyes shifted.

This author needs professional help and more likely, institutionalization for a considerable period. Her "facts" are beyond fabrication, her sense of our world is so warped that one can only feel badly for her suffering and the dark vision that so impedes the wonder and magic of what we, in particular, do and have done. Dewar's writing reflects a deep schizophrenic sickness sans espoir (without hope). I would recommend this book only for the degree of its fantastic invention and as a classic study in mental illness.