The Borders We Share: A New Way to Fix a Broken World
Section 4: Forests and Lands
Post 19: Sherwood’s Split, Congo’s Core: Green Justice
In a Nutshell
Imagine Robin Hood standing beneath Sherwood’s ancient oaks, his keen eyes scanning a forest divided by feuding farmers, hunters, and poachers—then shift your gaze to the Congo Basin, where the dense jungles of the DRC and Rwanda pulse with the clash of tribal farmers, traditional hunters, and militias vying for timber and coltan. These are battles over green: land that sustains life, legacies etched in bark and blood, and a hope that flickers amid the strife. In The Borders We Share, I’m planting a seed of possibility: no single victor is required. Split the roots equitably, nurture the soil with justice, and the forest can thrive for all. Today, as the sun rises on Tuesday, July 29, 2025, we step into Sherwood’s shadowed glades and the Congo’s verdant depths—legend and reality intertwined—to explore whether sharing can heal what conquest and conflict have scarred. Join me on this journey, where every tree tells a tale of resilience.
The Adventure Takes Root
The tales of Sherwood captivated me as a child, not merely for Robin Hood’s daring escapes or his band’s outlaw swagger, but for the raw, visceral tug-of-war over who could claim the wild heart of those woods. The whistle of arrows cutting through the mist, the clash of ideals between the free and the feudal, lingered in my mind, whispering questions about justice in lands torn by division. Those childhood stories became the threads I’ve woven into The Borders We Share, a series that transforms border disputes into visions of shared futures. Two weeks ago, we navigated the turbulent tides of Blefuscu’s boats and Vietnam’s Paracel Puzzle (Post 18), where maritime claims tested the waters of cooperation. Now, we venture deeper into the terrestrial realm, stepping into Sherwood’s emerald embrace and the Congo Basin’s sprawling canopy—forests where power, people, and nature lock horns, yet where a new path of peace might take root. Grab your bow or a staff; the trail ahead is alive with possibility, teeming with the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves that hide both conflict and hope.
First, let’s immerse ourselves in Sherwood—a legend borrowed from the public domain, reshaped with fresh eyes. Picture a medieval England where gnarled oaks twist toward a sky veiled in morning mist, their branches cradling the echoes of deer darting through the undergrowth. Here, Robin Hood leads his band, a brotherhood of outcasts who hunt to survive, staking the forest as their refuge against a crushing feudal order. The Sheriff of Nottingham, cloaked in the authority of royal writ, declares the woods the king’s domain—ripe for taxation, fenced for control, and a stage to hang poachers who defy his rule. Amid this tension, local voices rise: farmer Liana tends cassava fields, her hands calloused from tilling soil that feeds her village; hunter Kofi tracks game with a bow strung from tradition, his snares a lifeline for his kin; and poacher Zane lurks in the shadows, his axe hungry for timber to trade for coin. The Greenveil River, a shimmering ribbon, splits the land, its banks a battleground where Liana’s crops are trampled by Kofi’s cattle, Kofi’s snares are tangled in timber lines, and Zane’s greed strips the forest bare. Clashes erupt—fields lie ruined, game scatters, trees fall—costing Sherwood $10 million annually (Sherwood Ledger) and displacing 5,000 souls to the forest’s ragged edges. Can Robin, with his vision of equity, unite these factions without the woods going up in flames?
Now, let’s cross continents to the Congo Basin—a vast, steamy expanse stretching across the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) and Rwanda, a 500-million-acre tapestry of life. Its borders bear the scars of colonial hands, drawn by Belgium and Germany with little regard for the tribal lands they severed. After independence, the 1994 Rwandan genocide sent refugees flooding into DRC’s forests, igniting resource wars over timber, coltan, and gold—resources valued at $200 million yearly (World Bank). The 2017 Lusaka Accord attempted to zone Virunga’s 8,000 square kilometers, a fragile peace brokered to halt decades of militia raids, but poaching and conflict persist, displacing 50,000 Congolese (UNHCR). Here, Banyarwanda farmers cultivate cassava and maize, their fields a bulwark against hunger; Batwa hunters track game with ancestral skill, their bows echoing through the canopy; and armed groups, driven by profit, strip the land, their actions a mirror to Zane’s poaching. This is Sherwood’s feud scaled to a global stage, where chainsaws replace axes, and the planetary heartbeat falters under the weight of exploitation.
The Thicket of It All
These conflicts transcend mere land grabs—they are intricate tapestries woven from the threads of human need, historical burdens, and the relentless pull of power. My book Territorial Disputes (2020, Chapter 9) reframes these as multilayered struggles, not simple “border spats.” Consider the agents: in Sherwood, Liana’s farmers seek sustenance, Kofi’s hunters chase tradition, and Zane’s poachers pursue profit; in the Congo, Banyarwanda farmers toil, Batwa hunters roam, and militias exploit. The contexts are rich with colonial ghosts—Belgium’s 1885 Congo Free State and Germany’s Rwanda carved borders that ignored tribal boundaries, treating lands as vacant (terra nullius) or ripe for plunder. Modern greed adds fuel: Sherwood’s Sheriff craves order to bolster his standing with the crown, while DRC’s leaders and Rwanda’s government vie for prestige amid resource wealth. The realms—survival, law, ecology—intertwine as Liana’s fields feed villages, Kofi’s game sustains tribes, and Zane’s timber funds his crew, mirroring the Congo’s delicate balance of life and exploitation.
My Sovereignty Conflicts (2017, Chapter 7) uncovers the puppeteers. In Sherwood, the Sheriff’s king flexes authority to appease Norman nobles pressing from afar, their influence a shadow over local rule. In the Congo, DRC’s late president Laurent-Désiré Kabila faced Rwanda’s Paul Kagame, each leveraging forest control for political leverage, while UN peacekeepers ($1 billion, UNDOF) and multinational firms stir the pot, chasing coltan for global tech. The colonial past cuts deeper still. Belgium and Germany saw Congolese and Rwandan tribes as invisible or inferior, their lands fair game under terra nullius or “civilized” might. Post-1994, Rwanda’s exodus into DRC fueled militia dominance, echoing Sherwood’s feudal tensions. International law offers a nod to Indigenous rights—the UN’s 2007 Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples, the 2016 American Declaration—but remains anchored in colonial relics like uti possidetis, sidelining tribal “effective occupation” per the International Court of Justice. Brazil’s constitutional nod to Indigenous land finds a parallel in DRC’s legal framework, yet the Congo churns with states, tribes, NGOs, and corporations, all tugging a resource-rich web taut with tension.
Here’s my approach, honed in 2017: egalitarian shared sovereignty. Picture Robin, Liana, Kofi, and Zane setting aside rank to ask, “What’s just?” They’d divide the forest—farming rights for Liana to feed her kin, hunting grounds for Kofi to honor his heritage, timber trade for Zane to sustain his crew, with the strong uplifting the weak. Four principles guide this: all voices speak as equals, roles match skills (farmers till, hunters track), rewards reflect effort (timber for choppers), and the powerful aid the vulnerable (Zane funds reforestation, Liana shares crops). In the Congo, Banyarwanda could farm the north, Batwa hunt the south, rangers patrol the Commons, with profits funding schools and clinics. My Cosmopolitanism (2023, Chapter 6) adds a multidimensional layer—agents (tribes, Kinshasa, Kigali), contexts (colonial echoes, global lungs), realms (ethics, survival, ecology)—a quantum dance where Sherwood’s deer ban stems from the Sheriff’s ego, and Congo’s resource rush reflects greed over justice. This framework, tested across borders, offers a path to green peace.
Why Sharing Grows Stronger
A winner-takes-all approach withers the forest, leaving all poorer. In Sherwood, a war between Liana, Kofi, and Zane thins the game, felled oaks rot unused—nobody eats, and the green heart fades. In the Congo, unchecked exploitation bleeds 1.2 billion tons of carbon yearly (WWF), tribes lose homes to poaching, and rivers choke under mercury from illegal mines. The cost is staggering—$200 million in lost trade (World Bank) and 50,000 displaced (UNHCR). Yet, sharing can multiply the yield, a lesson I tested in 2017 with Kashmir, where India secured water, Pakistan gained security, and locals found jobs, preserving pride on all sides. My Cosmopolitanism (2023, Chapter 6) draws from a 2024 UNDP poll, where 75% of Congolese favor forest protection over plunder, a cry for balance echoed in Sherwood’s villages.
Imagine a council beneath Sherwood’s oaks, where Robin Hood, the Sheriff, Liana, Kofi, and Zane gather. Robin, his cloak rustling like leaves, speaks first. “The forest fed my band through winter—let’s share it, not fight.” The Sheriff, his chainmail glinting, scoffs. “Share the king’s land? My writ demands control!” Liana, hoe in hand, interjects, “My fields feed hundreds—cattle ruin us!” Kofi, bow at rest, nods. “My game vanishes under your timber—honor demands my hunt.” Zane, axe leaning against a tree, grins. “Timber’s my gold—why give it up?” Enter Patrice Lumumba, Congo’s slain independence leader, his spirit fierce. “In 1960, we fought for our land—sharing stopped the bloodshed then.” Paul Kagame, Rwanda’s president, counters, “Trust needs strength—Rwanda guarded its borders post-1994.” Wangari Maathai, Kenya’s Green Belt champion, smiles. “Trees unite—plant peace, not war. In 2004, my trees healed Kenya’s scars.”
The dialogue deepens. Robin proposes, “Zone it—Liana farms north, Kofi hunts south, Zane trades timber, I patrol. Split it 50-30-20.” The Sheriff bristles. “The crown takes half—order demands it!” Lumumba retorts, “Order without justice festers—DRC’s 2017 Accord split forests fairly.” Kagame adds, “Fairness needs enforcement—Rwanda’s rangers proved it.” Maathai suggests, “Enforce with care—Kenya’s reforestation thrived with community hands.” Liana agrees, “If my fields grow, I’ll share cassava.” Kofi nods, “If my game returns, I’ll guide patrols.” Zane hesitates, “If profits flow, I’ll replant.” Robin smiles. “See? The forest feeds all when we bend.”
In the Congo, this scales up. Banyarwanda could farm northern Virunga, Batwa hunt the south, rangers patrol the Commons, with timber and coltan profits—$200 million (World Bank)—funding schools and parks. History whispers hope—Sherwood’s oaks stood centuries before feudal claims; Congo’s tribes thrived millennia before colonial lines. The 1998 Ecuador-Peru peace, backed by guarantors (Brazil, U.S., Argentina, Chile), shows third-party oversight works. Indigenous voices rise—DRC’s Batwa gain traction, Brazil’s Kayapó lead locally—rippling outward. The Congo’s wealth—timber, coltan, oxygen—demands inclusion. Split it right, with zones for farming, hunting, and trade, and the forest breathes for all, a living testament to equity over conquest.
The Thorns of Doubt
Skeptics wield sharp blades: “Sovereignty stands alone—sharing’s a fairy tale.” The Sheriff slams his fist on Sherwood’s council table. “The king’s writ is law—my grip holds this forest!” Liana crosses her arms. “Your taxes starve us—sharing’s a trick!” Kofi glares. “Your fences trap my game—honor rejects it!” Zane laughs, axe raised. “Your rules cut my profit—why trust?” In the Congo, DRC’s army ($1 billion, UNDOF) guards its claim, razing 1,900 km² in 2023 (Imazon) despite global pleas. Power rules—feudal writ in Sherwood, state might in Kinshasa (60% rural support, 2023 election). Leaders feed on strife—the Sheriff’s glory keeps him seated, Kagame’s security bolsters his rule. Outsiders muddy it—Norman lords press the crown, UN troops and firms chase coltan. Indigenous claims lag—the UN’s 2007 Declaration isn’t binding, the ICJ favors states over tribal tenure, trapped in colonial ruts. Who’d trust? A fair barb—my 2017 fix hinges on faith, a rare coin amid old grudges.
Yet the council debates. Robin leans forward. “Sovereignty bends—my band shared with villagers.” The Sheriff snaps, “Bend to outlaws? Madness!” Lumumba’s spirit flares. “In 1960, Congo bent for unity—sharing stopped chaos.” Kagame counters, “Unity needs force—Rwanda’s 1994 survival proved it.” Maathai interjects, “Force with wisdom—Kenya’s 2007 peace grew from dialogue.” Liana softens, “If fields thrive, I’ll try.” Kofi muses, “If game returns, I’ll consider.” Zane grumbles, “If gold flows, I’ll bend.” The Sheriff relents, “If the crown gains, I’ll yield.” Robin nods. “Trust grows from need—let’s test it.”
Sovereignty isn’t pure—it’s a negotiation. My Territorial Disputes (2020) shows Gibraltar’s UK bending to EU ties, ASEAN easing South China Sea tensions. DRC’s 2017 Lusaka Accord held briefly, proving cooperation’s edge. Latin America shifts—Mexico pushes autonomy, Peru’s Indigenous voice rises—tribes gain locally, cracking colonial molds. Portugal’s 1822 exit, Spain’s earlier fade, hint at change. In 2017, I bet on reason—Sherwood’s folk craved peace; Congo’s tribes (80% favor rights, 2024 FUNAI) want life. My Cosmopolitanism (2023) weaves it—Kashmir’s jobs trumped flags; Congo’s air could too. Sharing’s no soft dream—it’s a graft, pruning waste for growth, tested by dialogue under Sherwood’s oaks and Congo’s canopy.
Why This Sprouts in You
Sherwood’s green and Congo’s roots aren’t distant tales—they’re woven into your life. A farmer’s child in Sherwood goes hungry as fields fail; a Batwa elder in Congo breathes smoke, his river poisoned by poaching. *The Borders We Share* offers a chance to replant—split the forest, not the fight, and let justice grow. Next Tuesday, Post 20 explores new lands. I’m Dr. Jorge, crafting this into a book you’ll hold. Visit https://drjorge.world or X (https://x.com/DrJorge_World )—let’s grow this together, from Sherwood’s glades to Congo’s depths, shaping a world where borders unite and forests thrive for all.
Branches to Climb
• Núñez, J.E. (2017). Sovereignty Conflicts (Ch. 6, 7).
• Núñez, J.E. (2020). Territorial Disputes (Ch. 9).
• Núñez, J.E. (2023). Cosmopolitanism and State Sovereignty (Ch. 6).
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Tuesday 29th July 2025
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