animal abuse

The Power of Belligerent Thinking

Lolita begging for food
My friend, Norma, sent me this article from the Miami Herald.                                  

Seaquarium for Sale?

In it it says that the activists' lawsuit against Seaquarium had been dismissed. The next day they printed a correction: The lawsuit against Seaquarium has NOT been dismissed by a judge and is ongoing.

Just so you don't miss the line where Arthur Hertz, the owner of the Miami Seaquarium, thumbs his nose at the decades-long struggle to free Lolita, a wild-caught Orca, the Herald quotes him as saying, "the activists’ objections 'are still going on,' but their demands that visitors boycott the Seaquarium has had no effect. 'The public doesn’t care.'"

I took these pictures that day. As you can see, there's not much of an audience even though it included two school buses full of middle school kids. What did this experience teach them? Animal abuse, as long as people enjoy watching and are willing to pay for the privilege, is okay? Imagine what they would have learned if our inhumanity hadn't been on full display.
Lolita's tank for 42 years. It measures 80 X 35 and is a foot deeper than she is long.

Her total focus is food, and she does what she has to do for a reward.

we just need more of them 

The Circus is coming to Town

This video is infuriating and heartbreaking, but if it keeps you or anyone you know from paying to see the circus when it's in San Francisco (or any circus anywhere) then it's worth sharing.

If you can't stomach the video, then imagine what these animals endured to learn these 'tricks' for our amusement.

Would you pay money to see your neighbor beat his dog?

Responsible or irresponsible?

During a recent classroom interview, the teacher asked me to tell her students what I'd like them to remember. They'd read Hurt Go Happy. You would think, after 30 years of writing, I'd know what I wanted my take-home message to be, but I had to stop and think. What was my sound bite? What could I say that they would remember?

When I was growing up my mother took me to the Sanford (Florida) Zoo. I was only 6 or 7, but I remember feeling sorry for the animals. Sixty years ago, it was a horrible place. All the animals were is small cages, and people would throw peanuts or popcorn or the butt end of a hot dog bun at them, trying to get a reaction--some display of emotion. I've never been to another zoo, or a circus, or to a Sea World-like aquarium except to do research. Decades have passed and we still keep animals in cages, and whales and dolphins in concrete tanks, then starve them so they will do tricks for food. We lock monkeys and chimpanzees, dogs and cats in cages and test chemicals on them.

So what do I want from you? I hope, if you go to a zoo, a circus, or an aquarium, or see a commercial or a movie with an animal in it, that you will ask yourself where did that animal come from, and what was done to it to make it do what it is doing to amuse me? Then I want the life it's living to break your heart.