Soylent Green wasn’t just a film—it was a warning wrapped in decay. In the smog-choked nightmare of the 1970s, when population numbers were spiraling out of control, this movie gave that fear a face. A sweaty, overpopulated hellscape where the streets are overcrowded, food is rationed, and dignity is a forgotten luxury.

But it wasn’t just fiction—it was a mirror. This was the physical manifestation of elite anxiety, a cinematic prophecy of what happens when too many people drain too few resources. And behind the scenes? The so-called top minds of the era—policymakers, academics, and social engineers—openly floated abortion, sterilization, and eugenics as solutions. Not whispered in backrooms, but published in journals and debated in think tanks.

They weren’t trying to save the world—they were trying to control who gets to live in it.

Soylent Green didn’t just ask “what if we run out of food?” It whispered something worse: What if we decide some lives aren’t worth feeding?

Let that rot in your mind.