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SUMMARY — Green Colonialism: Is the Renewable Rush Hurting the Global South?

Green Colonialism: Is the Renewable Rush Hurting the Global South?

A twelve-year-old girl sits in her bedroom scrolling through messages from someone she met in an online game, someone who says he is fifteen and understands her in ways her parents do not, who has gradually moved their conversations from the game to a private app her parents do not know she has, who is now asking her to send a photo that makes her uncomfortable but that she is considering because he has been so kind and she does not want to disappoint him, her instinct that something is wrong competing with her desire to be special to someone, the grooming happening in real time in her own

In the bustling financial district of Toronto, a human resources director named Sarah reviews a stack of resumes for a mid-level management position. She notices that two candidates possess nearly identical qualifications: similar years of experience, comparable educational backgrounds, and equivalent technical skills. However, one candidate’s resume lists a gap in employment corresponding to a period of service in the Canadian Armed Forces, while the other has a continuous, uninterrupted career history.

The morning bell rings at a large public secondary school in suburban Ontario, marking the start of the day for Sarah, a Grade 12 student who serves as the president of her school council. For the past six months, she and her executive team have been lobbying the principal and the local school board to allocate funds for a new mental health support room, a project they designed after surveying their peers.

A city installs a network of sensors, cameras, and data systems that monitor traffic flow, air quality, noise levels, and pedestrian movement in real time, the control center displaying dashboards that make the urban environment legible in ways it never was before, algorithms detecting anomalies that might indicate accidents, crimes, or infrastructure failures, the vision of a city that can see itself and respond to what it sees seeming finally within reach, until a privacy advocate points out that the same infrastructure that monitors traffic also monitors people, that data collected for s

A mother sits across from a team of professionals at her child's Individualized Education Program meeting, surrounded by people with credentials she does not have, using terminology she does not fully understand, making recommendations about her child based on assessments she cannot interpret, her role as expert on her own child somehow diminished in a room full of experts on children in general, the process that is supposed to center her child centering instead the procedures, timelines, and categorical requirements that the system needs to function.

Consider the morning routine of Elena, a Grade 7 visual arts teacher in a suburban school in Ontario. She arrives at her classroom to find that the budget for art supplies has been reduced by fifteen percent due to broader district-wide cuts in non-core operational costs. Despite this, she spends her lunch hour curating a digital repository of open-source lesson plans, hoping to bridge the gap between her students’ creative aspirations and the material constraints of the school system.

A woman discovers by accident that her male colleague earns twenty thousand dollars more than she does for the same job with the same title in the same department, his performance reviews no better than hers, his tenure shorter, his qualifications equivalent, the discovery arriving when a spreadsheet was accidentally shared with her name still on the distribution list, her shock giving way to calculation as she realizes that over the decade she has worked here the gap has compounded into a house down payment, a retirement account, a different financial life, the conversation she must now de

In the quiet suburb of a mid-sized Canadian city, Elena, a long-time resident, attends a town hall meeting regarding the proposed expansion of a local greenway. She has spent weeks drafting comments on how the project might affect local wildlife corridors, yet she finds herself speaking into a microphone while officials glance at their watches. The session is timed strictly, and her detailed concerns are summarized by a moderator as "general environmental interest," leaving her with a lingering sense that her input was recorded but not truly weighed.

The morning sun filters through the blinds of a community center in Scarborough, where Maria, a recent immigrant and mother of two, stares at a printed notice from her children’s school. The document is dense with bureaucratic jargon, outlining a new parental engagement initiative. Despite her best efforts to decipher the language, the deadline for registration has already passed. She feels a familiar mix of frustration and exclusion, wondering if the system is designed for her or despite her.