Man, it just never fucking ends. Report after report about cetaceans being frightened into the cove before being brutally slaughtered by cowardly men. In today’s report from the Cove Guardians:
The pilot whales in the Cove did not quietly go to their deaths. They fought as best they could, churning up the water and dashing on the rocks. Ultimately though, 22 to 25 of them were pushed into the killing Cove…Those pilot whales not killed today had to swim in the blood of their family members and listen to their death cries. They will die in the early light tomorrow.
There’s the unfathomable events of World War II in which millions of Jews were being herded into makeshift prisons, watching and listening to their friends and family members being slaughtered without any means to escape or defend themselves. There’s the horrific enormity of bodies stacking up at rivers’ ends in Rwanda during the massacre of 800,000 people from Hutu/Tutsi tribes in 1994.
People rise up and protest these macabre occurrences; at a minimum they lament them, even from afar. But when the same thing happens to dolphins—debatably the second-smartest animals on earth—few people seem to give a shit. Well there are masses of people who care, but either not enough or not the right people to make a difference.
It must be exhausting for Sea Shepherd’s Cove Guardians to witness this genocide day after day. They are living at the forefront of a disassembly line. And while they’re making a difference and putting the murderers in the spotlight, the butchery continues. Even amid the aftermath of Japan’s recent natural disasters:
We have been asked why we are making noise about whales and dolphins when there is so much human misery in Japan at the moment. The better question to ask is why the Japanese government is allowing this slaughter to happen. Why is the government allowing these two dozen individuals in Taiji to bring shame and dishonor to the entire nation when there is so much misery here already?
Fuck, Taiji—enough already. It’s not worth the money you’re making. Face your conscience and move on to something productive. Something beautiful. Anything.