In the texts of administrative laws (Wade and Smith being the fashionable names to cite), one is told 'public interest', concerns of the ex-chequer, and in some cases quasi-judicial reasoning informs the mind of the state machinery. One thinks later, what did our State think when looking to solve a problem of depleting forest lands, and disappearing tigers and wild elephants? It thought-"... it has to be these settlements of tribal people who have been collecting twigs and picking fruits through centuries that have driven roadrollers through forests, and poached for smuggle-market of tusks. It must have been them un-conservationist lot, who kill tigers, and wipe off our precious coniferous forests. They must be the ones itching to build themselves some highways and some shopping malls."
The state agency- in our case, it being The Bench (that I must speak of in reverence and reticence for fear of Mid-day Massacres), that is the Messiah and the Tiger and the Tusk- goes:
".... tsk tsk... these tribal chaps are nice and cute, but they know nothing about conservation. Since we must conserve our middle-class Romance of the Tiger and the Tusk, we must we must- the Tusk... the Tusk! Give up the Tribal for the Tusk. So we can shop by the highway in peace. And safari-hike in joy on holiday. And brag in elan, about our shopping-mall-cum-safari State."
So, says The Bench : " Off with their heads, coz they are too much of a headache, on a Friday afternoon. Give the miner his license to wipe out some wilds, put the tribal away into some mining crevice, place the Banner of the middle-class romance of the Tiger and the Tusk right in the middle, so Fourth Estate Blokes get a photo-op, to perhaps be the Mascot of our Shopping-Mall-cum-Safari State. Such peace gives Justice when it is done..."