That smug, superior, white environmentalist in the picture insists that those poor blacks remain mired in their God-forsaken, third-world squalor, but when it gets dark, he’ll be on his air-conditioned, expensively-fueled, well-lit plane ride back to his mom and step-dad’s house in Berkeley where he’ll tell his drug-addled, hippie friends how quaint the “coloreds” are peddling their asses off so the kids can do their homework.