Cry of the Innocent – End the Fur Trade Now

What is the state of our collective consciousness, our collective soul, when we empower industries that profit from atrocity: whether it is the vanity-laden fur industry, or the vanity-laden leather industry, or the vanity-laden animal entertainment industry, or the vanity-laden animal research industry.

In all those industries, the “need” or “curiosity” of humans is paramount.  The animal gets only enough consideration for humans to avoid fines and penalties.  Some of the time.  Many times, more than you want to believe, the animals are horribly treated.  More horribly than you can imagine.  Unless you can imagine being skinned alive and left to die from exposure and shock.

That is a sad state of affairs.

But we can change this if, today, you become part of the solution:

  • Reach out to an animal rights group.
  • Start reading.
  • Start watching the atrocious state of affairs for animals.

Here is the trailer for Cry of the Innocent, a 2012 film by Katherine Lowson, a film that exposes the ugly underbelly of the industry that puts innocuous little fur thingies on your clothes.  So, even if you are not decked out in movie-star-fur regalia, like JLo or one of the Kardashians, you may still be contributing to the horrendous fur trade.  A trade that stops at no animal for vanity.  And at no practice.  An industry that will skin an animal alive.  That will purchase fur knowing – or choosing to ignore – its very own horrific underbelly.

Start volunteering or donating.

But first, stop wearing fur.  Any fur.  What do you think happens to horses that are no longer useful and are sent to slaughter?  Do you know whether you’re wearing a horse?

And don’t think “faux” fur is considerably better.  Many times, it is NOT FAUX!!  And it still sends the message that you want to wear an animal’s skin.  I mean, seriously.

Iron Gait Percheron Rescue

One of the many opportunities to help animals, thanks to GARP and Iron Gait Percherons, GARP Workday May 18, 2012

For folks in the Atlanta area, the group Georgia Animal Rights and Protections, founded in 2003, has over 700 members, and is an awesome group that can provide you with not only information, but also consistent opportunities to help the plight of animals.  Here’s a photo from our work day yesterday.  The zen of mucking stalls.

More to follow about Iron Gait Percherons – Draft Horse Rescue, where horses are saved from many fates, including being the leather on your shoes or the accent on your purse strap.

The Secret of NIH – Morgan Island

I should not write this short snippet while I’m this freaking disgusted, but fuck! The National Institutes of Health is using Morgan Island, off the coast of South Carolina, as a “free range breeding ground,” of sorts.

What they’re breeding, or allowing to breed, on this small deserted island are not chickens, or wild pigs, which you might expect would have arrived here from a neighboring island.  Nope.

Monkey Island Morgan Beaufort South Carolina National Institute of Health

Monkey Island, Rhesus monkey destined to be someone's experiment

What NIH is breeding are  rhesus monkeys.  Monkeys who are destined to die, not on Morgan Mutherfucking Island.  No, fuck, no.  Each monkey will die (unless vivisection is ended once and for freaking all) in a lab somewhere, after being poked, stuck, restrained, cut open, had smoke forced into its lungs, and had open brain surgery.

Well, I told you I shouldn’t have written this now.  But fuck.

For the facts, and not just my tirade, read the excellent summary by Dave Wagner of NewsChannel 36.

Call to Free Captain Paul Watson

I just realized that the German Consulate General is just down the street from where I work.

Smiles.

Captain Paul Watson arrested and jailed in Germany on Costa Rica warrant

Free the man who will not stand for illegal fishing and whaling

German Consulate General
Marquis Two Tower, Suite 901
285 Peachtree Center Avenue, N.E.
Atlanta, Georgia, 30303-1221
Phone (404) 659 4760
Fax (404) 659 1280

Hello, I’m here to speak to someone about freeing Captain Paul Watson, on the basis of an arrest warrant from 10 years ago, issued by a State (Costa Rica) that was the flag flying on an illegal fishing vessel in another State’s (Guatemala’s) waters (Captain Watson was asked, by the way, to intervene by that other State and to stop the illegal fishing activity), illegally catching and illegally finning and illegally discarding still-live as well as dead illegally de-finned sharks, a warrant that was not honored or recognized as valid just days ago by Interpol.

To whom may I speak to provide my comment? About illegal fishing that Germany certainly does not want to support?

I expect to say something like that to the Atlanta Consul, or his secretary’s secretary.

I am acting as part of a group that is planning to have call day to German Embassies and Consulates General all around the world.  The link contains links to addresses and phone numbers.

Thursday, May 17.  Call an German Embassy or Consulate General.

And now a song as I unplug and close my eyes.

Do me a favor before I go.

Will you do me a favor?

Stand on up.

Stand on up.

And be counted for protecting marine life.  And speaking out against thinly-veiled, unjust harassment by unknown and unnamed thugs who would kill all marine life for half a buck.

Hold on.  I’m coming.

Celebrating Shark Week at an aquarium is, well, abhorrent

Grey Reef Shark from Wikipedia

Grey Reef Shark, Image from Wikipedia

Yesterday, I finished watching the award-winning (31 International awards) Sharkwater again, this time via the nine 10-minute segments that are on YouTube.  And then gobbled up more shark and whale news at The Cyber Whale Warrior Daily Paperli.

I noticed that fellow blogger and publisher of the paper, Holise Cleveland, had posted something I said last year about Shark Week:

Celebrating Shark Week at the Georgia Aquarium is like celebrating Dog Week at an animal shelter.

I think I later added a “dog pound” to the “animal shelter” version because I felt that was a more apt comparison.  But it got me to thinking about that analogy, and I came up with a slightly different version; but one that’s getting even closer to how I see it.  See what you think:

Celebrating Shark Week at the Georgia Aquarium is like celebrating dog week by going to look at, but not trying to rescue, the dogs living their lives out in cages at a puppy mill.  And saying, “How cute!” as you walk to the next crate.

I know.  It’s longer, and not so clever or quotable, but more accurate.  Having re-watched Sharkwater, another Shark Week simile variant came to me that I feel is even closer to how I see it.  Maybe some people won’t like this version as much as the shorter dog comparison – in fact, it may seem a bit harsh:

How is keeping a child locked up in a basement qualitatively different from keeping a shark or whale in a tank?

Celebrating Shark Week at the Georgia Aquarium is like celebrating Children’s Week by looking into the basement window of your new neighbor and discovering a child being held against its will, having been torn away from its mother, its family and everyone it knew.

Even though held in a 10′ by 10′ room, with only electrical lighting, you notice that the child seems happy when the caregivers come to feed it.   And even laughs when one of the adults teaches it how to cartwheel in that small space.

Then you notice that there are people coming to the house, and you see that they are standing outside a door in the basement looking into the 10-by-10 room, at the child.  And you see the people paying the caregiver money to come look at the child.

You hear an inquiry about paying a little bit more money for cartwheels.  And maybe paying a little more for an interactive program, like a swim-with.

Now, that’s what celebrating Shark Week by going to the Georgia Aquarium is like to me.  Pity I can’t Tweet that one.

So I thought I’d put the question to you:  What is Celebrating Shark Week at the Georgia Aquarium – or any aquarium – like for you? 

How to Celebrate Shark Week this year?  We’re a couple of months out from Shark Week, and I have no idea what is planned for this year. One idea for celebrating Shark Week would be to write our favorite “Celebrating Shark Week” sayings on a poster board, and pay a visit to our local aquariums during Shark Week (in July) to share our message.  No doubt the aquariums will have some promotion.  Let’s have one of our own.  I, for one, plan to go with a few copies of Sharkwater.

Celebrating Shark Week at an aquarium isn’t celebrating sharks at all; it’s really celebrating People Can Do Whatever They Feel Like to Sharks Week.

Captain Paul Watson arrested in Germany to get me to watch Sharkwater

Okay.  Not true.  Captain Paul Watson has no freaking idea who I am.  Or whether I have or have not watched Sharkwater.  But the fact remains that, as a direct result of the Captain’s arrest, I am watching Sharkwater on this rainy Sunday afternoon.

Fact on the ground:  Captain Paul Watson was arrested in Germany.  Here are reports so far from Sea Shepherd, the Cyber Whale Warrior community, Digital Journal and in Ecorazzi.

As noted in the reports, the arrest warrant issued by Costa Rica appears to be related to Captain Watson’s and the Sharkwater filmmakers’ (including the amazing Rob Stewart, whose mission was the making of Sharkwater, and who wrote, produced and directed it) encounter with some illegal fishing of sharks by a vessel flying a Costa Rican flag, or was it flying another flag in Costa Rican waters. Or were they in Galapagos Island Waters.

Clearly I don’t know much.  Which is why I went searching for how to watch Sharkwater.  What I found was that Sharkwater was accessible in snippets on YouTube, posted by Isurus3.  I had confessed earlier today to my marine animal loving cadre, the folks over at Cyber Whale Warrior and Save Misty the Dolphin, that I had only seen the trailer.  That turned out not to be true.  Today I discovered that I had, in fact, watched Sharkwater last year; I just don’t recall how.

So for your convenience, and mine, those snippets of Sharkwater:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, here’s the thing.  As wonderful as YouTube is and all that, I am trying to download iTunes (I don’t freaking have iTunes on my computer? WTF!) so that I can download an HD version of Sharkwater and watch it on my big(ger) screen.  All at once.  Well, the streamy thing is, well, you know.

And besides which, I want to support more work to protect sharks, and the guys at Sharkwater are doing just that.

What can we do?  Watch the movie, sign a pledge to help spread the word about the dire situation that fishermen are creating for sharks.  And for you and me.

Let the governments know that Captain Paul Watson is the hero here and that they are prosecuting the good guys.

So, Captain Paul.  Thank you for every every everything you do; but really, next time, check to see if I’ve seen the movie.

What the Aquariums taught you while you weren’t looking

With the awesome release of Misha and Tom to the wild, due to the most absolutely awesome work by the Born Free Foundation [jumping up and down and laughing and crying and screaming and clapping. . .], I found myself reflecting on how it could possibly be that everyone wouldn’t celebrate their release and the news of Tom’s and Misha’s having outdistanced the tracking boats

- CAN YOU FREAKING IMAGINE THAT???? -

- OUT-DISTANCED THE FREAKING TRACKING BOATS!!!! -

within a very short time, as they literally sped toward their home waters [freaking painful facial smile muscles], with the jumping and clapping, if not the squealing and face-cramping.

Seriously, or not seriously.  Picture this.  These two free dolphins, having been held in captivity for years, are now swimming their asses off, on their own volition, to get home.  No one is pulling them.  No one is prodding them with dead fish.  No one told them where to go and gave them a map.  No one could tell them where to go.  We don’t know how to do that.  They knew and they freaking went!!!

So in this celebratory time, I was remembering a post I wrote a few months ago about the fact that aquariums, like the Georgia Aquarium, teach your kids that humans “owning” dolphins is okay.

Yep, they literally teach your kids – and you and us all – that wanting to own a dolphin is okay.

I’m gonna repeat a little.  Again, consider ownership of dolphins in the context of the release of Misha and Tom.  How did it happen that we thought it was okay that these two dolphins who are now swimming madly for home should be held in captivity?  How did the concept that it was okay to own them come to us?

Well, I say, we were taught.  Not by our parents.  Not by our schools.

You and I weren’t born “knowing” that it was okay to own a dolphin.  None of us were.  None of us thought much about dolphins at all, until we gained access to nature via a pair of nature-show-freak parents, or cool nature-book-reading parents, or unless we grew up with access to a shoreline and parents who would take us where dolphins can be seen.

Those shows, books and shorelines surely didn’t teach us that dolphin captivity was okay.  Or ownership of them.  We were not taught about dolphin captivity and ownership other than by the very institutions that stand to benefit financially if we believe that story.  We were taught by The Georgia Aquariums of this world.  The SeaWorlds.  And more recently, Mattel and Playmobil – no strangers to forming young minds – joined the cartel.  We were taught, in kindler and gentler terms, that ripping an animal out of its natural habitat just because you want to is okay.  Okay.  Okay to own another intelligent, independent being.  To assume full control and domination over their very survival.  And we didn’t even notice that they were teaching us that.

They have distorted what you and I collectively consider acceptable treatment of wild marine creatures.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, manipulating your views about dolphin captivity

And we didn’t even notice.  We didn’t notice that we were learning this warped keeping-of-dolphins-in-small-concrete-tanks-is-acceptable lesson.  The lesson that obscured that it is an abhorrent manipulation of both nature and how we perceive nature.  Geez.  That was pretty slick.

So, let’s just track back through this:  those folks managed to rip dolphins out of their native habitat and have taught us to think that it is FOR ONE SECOND okay.  And they managed to get you to pay to see these beings who were ripped from their natural home and their natural community and family structures.

Without your catching on.  Wow.  Pretttttty slick.

Well, now you’ve thought.  You’ve caught the distorters in the act.

You have seen Misha and Tom, swimming free, racing home, without our “help”.  Look at the picture of Tom catching a fish in the wild for the first time in years [more squeals and shrieks], as noted in the article.  Know that all dolphins deserve to have freedom restored to them, like Tom and Misha.  All of them deserve to go home.

Clap and pledge never to go to the dolphin show.  And never again think that healthy dolphins can’t be rehabilitated for their very own trip home.

Cheers to the Born Free Foundation, Jeff Foster (who “trained” Tom and Misha to catch their own food again) and everyone involved in the effort.

 

Green Hill, or how people learned that breeders of animals for testing are a lower life form

That title is, perhaps. misleading.  This post isn’t really about how we learned that breeding for animal testing is a lower life form.  I’m pretty sure that that’s not accurate.  I actually recognize that the breeders at Green Hill at Montichiari, Italy, are the same life form as those who scaled barbed wire fencing to save animals from lives as laboratory subjects.

The truth about animal testing is that somewhere there's a bloody labcoat

The truth about animal testing is that somewhere there's a bloody lab coat

But that title, that particular ordering of words, smacks of some scientific journal title, the ones that would be published by the institutions that buy the animals that Green Hill breeds for research.

The studies actually have titles more like, “Corneal recovery after exposure to Hydroxyester copolymer/water/dimethyl ether/ethyl alcohol mixture,” which reports the results of a study in which the rabbit, beagle, marmoset, rat, mouse, and chimpanzee subjects had their eyes clamped open while freaking hair spray is sprayed into their eyes.  Once per minute in 0.385 second blasts.  The results are reported to some hairspray manufacturer, which research was funded by a grant from said hairspray manufacturer or an organization that lobbies for the hairspray manufacturers.

Okay, so I’m not a scientist.  I’m not a researcher.  I don’t work in an animal research laboratory.  I just made up that research title and objective and sponsor. But I’ll just bet that you know, whether you’re a scientist or not, that you don’t need beagles to have hairspray sprayed in their eyes to know that it is a potentially damaging act and should be avoided.

I once had an encounter with a laboratory beagle.  Back in the olden days my grad student office was across the hall from the pharmacy lab, which wheeled beagles in and out on a regular – though not oft witnessed – basis.  One day there was a beagle out in the hall for a while longer than usual, in one of those stainless steel cages, with small bars all around.   I stopped to talk to him.  I stuck my finger through those small bars.  And Beagle A.287.r wiggled and wriggled its shy little self at me.  It didn’t know what to do.  Neither did I, back then in the 1980s.

Beagle handed over fence from vivisection to freedom, Greenhill, Italy Montichiari

Photo from Pet Pardon News

But on April 30, 2012, a whole bunch of Italians knew what to do.

And on that day and forever, I love the Italians.  The Italians. <smile and sigh>

And whoever else was there on that day, regardless of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, areligion, gender, species.  Those who were climbing fences, cheering climbers, handling puppies, puppies, puppies, tweeting pictures, sharing video, and cheering on those who did all the above, from our desktops and laptops.

I didn’t know what to do about vivisection back when A.287.r was being used for pharmacy student research, so some student could finish her thesis and publish an article with her professor, so the school could get another grant, and a professor his tenure, and other students to add to the stable of students.

I didn’t know then what do do; on April 30, thank god, the Italians did.

Be part of knowing what to do and doing it, by signing a petition to close the Green Hill research animal factory and free the Greenhill beagles.

Consider adopting a dog that had been used in laboratory research, so that even though their earlier lives were hell, they can end their days in a loving home.

Researchers are probably not a lower life form, but the Italians and anyone who rescues animals from a life as a research subject, they are cut above.

Shaka: Wild-caught and housed at the Georgia Aquarium

Shaka Georgia Aquarium phinventory

Shaka, wild-caught, approximately 27 years old

Shaka was wild-caught.

On May 27, 1988, she ceased living with her pod, and became M88-F1, aka NOA0003745, and the hope of a captive dolphin breeding program for Dolphin Quest and other dolphin display, show and encounter organizations, like the Georgia Aquarium, where she is housed today.

She arrived at either Dolphin Quest Bermuda or Dolphin Quest Hawaii on August 20, 1988.  Where was she for those 86 days?  The lack of clarity arises in the inadequacy of record-keeping, and I’m not certain how one really discovers the facts of dolphin capture, breeding and transport.  Ceta-base is fundamental to research about dolphin birth, transport and death.

Estimated to have been born in 1985, Shaka has been used to breed dolphins for the captive industry.

At least two of her offspring are now living in captivity.

If the records are accurate, it appears that Lokahi and Kolohe are twins, born four days apart.  It is possible that Shaka’s keepers did not realize that she was still carrying Kolohe.  And it is not impossible that the twin birthing process can proceed over this period of time.  Twinning is dolphins is rare, no greater than 1% of pregnancies.  It is a testament to Shaka’s strength that both boys lived, if indeed, the records attributing both boys to Shaka and their dates of birth are accurate.

After the births of Kolohe and Lokahi, Shaka is reported to have lost at least two calves in this effort to breed and supply more captive dolphins:

  • a female stillborn calf was born on September 26, 1996, sired by Hobi, and
  • a female calf, also sired by Hobi, born on November 3, 1997, who lived 16 days, and died on November 19, 1997.

No records indicate that Shaka subsequently became pregnant or gave birth to more dolphins.   Dolphins generally breed only once every five years, because in the wild, the calves nurse from three to 10 years and stay with their mother continuing to learn how to be a dolphin.

So Shaka was busy.  Too busy, I’d say.  Let’s see.  In the wild, they generally give birth only once every five years.  Shaka gave birth to four calves in three years.

Let’s see:

  • July 8, 1994 – Lokahi
  • July 12, 1994 – Kolohe
  • September 26, 1996 – stillborn female calf
  • November 3, 1997 – female calf, died November 19, 1997

Does that sound like care was taken of Shaka to ensure that her health and vitality were safeguarded?

Nah.  It doesn’t to me either.

So now, she is held at the Georgia Aquarium, where she gets to do stuff like get filmed by CNN picking the Superbowl winner.

And remember, it is the dolphin show that REQUIRES that dolphins like Shaka keep churning out babies.

Ready to take that pledge not to go to a dolphin show?

For more information about the 11 dolphins housed at the Georgia Aquarium, and future educational events, “like” the Facebook page of Free the Atlanta 11.

Thanks to Ceta-base and Alltomdelfiner.se and the other linked sites for the information in this story.

Mattel or Playmobil – Some Ideas for Whale- and Dolphin-Friendly Toy

Following up on the debacle of whale and dolphin (and shark-killing) toys that Mattel and Playmobil have devised, I have some suggestions that might actually engender a love of and respect for animals and nature, instead of Whale Dominatrix Barbie.

Sea Kayak and Whale from Tombarefoot.com

Sea Kayak and Whale from Tombarefoot.com Can you say, "Freaking Wow!"

Imagine how awesome it would be to see your child developing an interest in stand-up paddling or sea kayaking, such that it actually informed your family vacation next Summer.  How so very awesome to set their young minds on respect and appreciation, instead of control, manipulation, destruction – which is inherent in the current whale, dolphin and shark toys, that are rooted in maintaining and promoting the dolphin show.

A side-show barker couldn’t do much better at promoting the acceptability of whale and dolphin captivity than Mattel’s and Playmobil’s current toys.  But what about, instead of the current repertoire of whale- and dolphin-unfriendly toys, a:

  • Sea Kayak Barbie
  • Stand-up Paddling Barbie
  • Playmobil Dolphin Pod Watch
  • Whale Watching Barbie

Seriously.  Isn’t that the kind of toy you want your sons and daughters using to tease out their imagination (not that they need – or even should have – a plastic toy to do that – that’s a discussion for another day)?  One that calls them to do more than encourage the capture and domination of a species to do stupid tricks?  One that calls them to appreciate and value the magnificence of marine mammals in their own habitat, living in their own family and community groups.

Watch this video and see if you can’t imagine Mattel and Playmobil making a toy for your child that teaches these awesome values, instead of Capture! Dominate! Demean!

Wow.  Methinks there is a San Juan adventure in my future.  And if Mattel made a Sea Kayak Barbie?  Well, let’s just say that I can think of one little girl with an awesome Barbie in her future.

By the way, there are lots of these sea kayak and paddling adventure tours out there.  Since I have never done one, I can’t recommend one yet.  My friend over at Jules Rules is a serious traveler and outdoor adventure girl.  She’s going to be my first line for recommendations.

Mattel oughta have a Jules Rules Barbie.  Now, that is an awesome idea.

Attention, Playmobil and Mattel! Stop teaching animal disrespect to our children!

Playmobil and Mattel are part of the machine that propagates the world view that animals fall into two camps:

  • Property, or
  • Pests

In this view, only if animals stay out of our way do they escape the logical result of this bilateral world view.

The logical result is that the considerations of humans and its various needs – and human considerations alone – determine the appropriate outcome.

  • Leopard print heel of ridiculous pump

    The leopard skin must warm the cold, dead heart of the chick that wears this pump

    Human hungry?  Eat animal.

  • Human cold? Use animal fur for all-important heel of shoe.
  • Human bored? Use animal for entertainment.
  • Human broke? Use animal to bet on which one could kill another.  Oh, wait, that’s human broke and mean.  Don’t blame your culture.
  • Human mad? Use animal as punching, burning, cutting bag.
  • Human overfishing and depleting fish stocks?  Brand and kill or capture (for the animal as entertainment crowd) animal.
  • Human happy?  Be nice to animal.  Until mad.

Where does the ability to treat animals in this abhorrent fashion originate?  When does it start?

Playmobil, Mattel, the Georgia Aquarium and its cohorts (including its gift shop contractor) all know the answer.  Get ‘em while they’re young, before they have a sense of ethics.  Put colorful toys and flashy shows in front of them.  Teach them that animal captivity is a good thing, that it is an expression of our love and appreciation.

Well, all I have to say is that I don’t imagine that you want your children loved or appreciated in this way.  So tell me why it is acceptable to you to ignore an ethical construct that living beings have intrinsic value.  And intrinsic rights to be left to their natural environment.  And that the human mission should be to lessen its footprint in the animals’ natural habitat (oh, and ours, too) to allow them to continue living as they have for millions of years before humans arrived on the scene.

There is an inspiring group of third graders who get this.  Who have been following the news reports on an atrocity being perpetrated on sea lions at the Bonneville Dam in Oregon and Washington.  And who are saying, Don’t kill the Bonneville Sea Lions.  Join them.  Like their Facebook Page.

Tell Playmobil that you’re not buying the load of crap that animal training is acceptable.

Tell Mattel that whales belong in the ocean, not at the Georgia Aquarium or SeaWorld or the Miami Seaquarium, or at Loro Parque.  And that their toy misleads little children into wanting to capture these sentient, intelligent, social

Whale trainer Barbie by Mattel orca

Barbie toy name suggests that she is a friend to marine mammals. With friends like these . . .

creatures.  The toys omit the story that orcas generally die at very young ages in captivity.  And that by captivity marine mammals are being subjected to new illnesses, such as the West Nile Virus.

Tell the Governors of Oregon and Washington and others that sea lions are not the problem and for damn sure shouldn’t be subject to a final solution.

And, as always, just say no the dolphin show.

Governor Kitzhaber, put away your Whale Trainer Barbie and grow up to the fact that there is such a thing as ethics not rooted in human expediency.