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Publisher ~ EnglandGal@aol.com
Issue # 08/19/01
Editor
~ JJswans@aol.com
Journalists ~ Park StRanger@aol.com
~ MichelleRivera1@aol.com
~ sbest1@elp.rr.com
THE FIVE ARTICLES IN THIS ISSUE ARE:
1 ~ Just Don't Buy A Ticket.....Please by
Michelle Rivera
2 ~ Guatemalan Dolphins Need Your Immediate Help
3 ~ Lest We Plead Ignorance by Seal Whisperer
4 ~ The Last Leviathan
5 ~ Memorable Quote
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Just Don't Buy A Ticket..........Please
by Michelle Rivera - MichelleRivera1@aol.com
Ric O'Barry, former "Flipper" trainer
and author of "To Free A Dolphin" was relaxing in his hammock
at his South Florida home when I called to say hello and welcome back! He
deserved the rest, he had just returned from the jungles of Guatemala where,
under armed security forces and sharphooters, he saved the lives of two more of
his important friends.
"I was there in Guatemala to rescue dolphins, there were originally four
of them at a training facility in the mountains of Guatemala. The
trainers were using force and torment, abuse to train. People called,
e-mailed, somehow got our attention. If there is a dolphin in trouble somewhere
in the world, I usually hear about it," Ric told me.
At Ric and WSPA's (World Society for the Protection of Animals) insistence, the
local authorities started looking into permits, found them to be lacking, and
the "trainers" learned about the rescue efforts and fled in the
night. They took two dolphins with them, but left two behind to
die. The remaining dolphins were found swimming in dirty water, no
circulation equipment (it was taken in the flight with the other two), they had
infections were starving and were covered in sores. There was feces
everywhere, and one dolphin had a laceration on his head where he had been
struck with an object by his own trainer.
The rescue was fraught with all kinds of obstacles. The country is in
turmoil, the president is fleeing the country, yet still there was bureaucracy
to encounter as proper permits still had to be secured to establish permission
to rescue the dolphins. (To read the entire chronology of rescue events,
visit www.freethedolphins.com).
Ric says he is fortunate to have caught the attention of the World Society for
the Protection of Animals President Andrew Dixon. They have more
resources and he can do so much more for the dolphins with their support.
Dixon called Ric personally and asked for his help with the Guatemala rescue,
he had previously helped with a rescue in Brazil.
One of the biggest problems today are the popular "swim with
dolphins" programs. He calls it the "best of a bad
idea." When places such as Sea World's Discovery Cove have financial
success with the programs, other people see what they are doing and they go
back to their third-world countries and attempt to start their own
captive-dolphin programs. "It's the copycat syndrome," says
Ric. "The more success they have in the states with these programs,
the more other countries try to start them." Many of the dolphins
that Ric and WSPA are called to rescue are from swim-with-dolphins
programs. Dolphin capturing as a business has become a lucrative
trade. In countries where the mean annual salary is about $1500, the
offer of $500 cash for one wild dolphin is very, very tempting. But the
capture is very violent and dolphins are terrorized and injured in these
captures. (See the video of a dolphin capture at www.dolphinproject.org).
The dolphins fight these captures with their lives. If the general public
was aware of what is involved in capturing these animals, they would probably
not support it. But, says Ric, "Most people move through their lives
sound asleep. They get up, they go to work, they hope they don't bump
into something, they come home, turn on television....."
As with everything in this animal welfare business, so it is with dolphin
awareness.....we don't want to learn the truth behind the exploitation because
when we do, we may have to force some changes in our lives. Like when you
learned about the truth behind fur, leather, factory farms, and animal tested
cosmetics.
Once upon a time, each of us was clueless about the sadness around us, we are
not born knowing the evils that exist in our world. But then we got a
clue, (more like a bolt of lightening in the dark night that catches us
sleeping and unawares) and we had to make some lifestyle changes. If
people were aware of the violence involved in dolphin capture, and of the
terrible lives that dolphins have to suffer in captivity, they may have to
effect changes. That takes too much work and creativity. Ric
agrees, "They don't want their complacency disrupted. People come to
Sea World and other marine mammal attractions for relaxation and for amusement
and they don't want their casual vacation day turned into something that they
have to give any thought to. They don't want to hear about how the
dolphins get there or how they live."
I guess it's like when we turn on the television set to watch our favorite
show, we think about the plot, the characters, but not about the technology
that brings the show to our living rooms. Who cares? We just wanna
see the show.
One of Ric's biggest battles is with discouragement. He gets very
dispirited at times. But he has learned that he has to "take down
the wall just one brick at a time." (Haven't we all said that at one
time or another?) And there are victories. The Oklahoma zoo had
dolphins and many of them died. Oklahoma? Dolphins? What is
WRONG with this picture? It took a fight but Ric didn't back down and the
dolphin attraction is history. But why do we even have to address
that? I mean, it's like saying we need a law saying you can't beat your
kids. Duh.
What about dolphin therapy? Is there anything redeeming in using (yes
USING) dolphins in therapy with children with Downs Syndrome as has been so
recently reported and touted as a miracle cure? (As the author of Hospice
Hounds, I just HAD to ask what he thought of animal facilitated
therapy.....I held my breath!) But I was relieved to hear that Ric is
fine with animal therapy involving dogs. Dogs are domesticated animals
and they enjoy being with people, it's their place in the world now. And
they are not taken from their natural environment, the one with air and land,
and brought to a small crate to do their magic. Conversely, dolphins are
wild animals, captured for these programs in a most violent way, and they give
up their very lives. Their existence is full of solitude and
suffering. And besides, Ric asserts, it doesn't work! It's
"snake oil medicine," and these programs cost anxious parents $8,000
or more! But Ric doesn't blame the parents. He says that if he had
a child with an ailment as serious as Downs syndrome, he would be grasping at
all the straws too. "A frantic mother from the UK called me to ask
my opinion about the dolphin therapy program, I told her it was snake oil
medicine, there was no proof that it works and the program facilitators are
making a fortune on them. She was disappointed, but she did see my
point. I don't like to have to tell a mother this, but it is the
truth. I mean, the dolphins are victims themselves! How can you ask
a victim of cruelty and kidnapping to assist anyone? The captivity
industry sanitizes it's image by persuading people to believe they are
sacrificing the dolphins for a higher calling, that of helping people."
This reminded me of the old saying about how every time a vivisector gets into
trouble he hides behind some kid cause and I told him so.
"Yes," he agreed, "they all say 'we are doing it for them
[kids].' "
But what is this "captivity industry"? It sounds like someone
punches a time card every day, gets on a boat, and goes out to sea to catch dolphins.
Not exactly. Dolphin capture is now illegal in the U.S. But Mexico
and Cuba have taken up the slack, and black market dolphin captures are big
business.
And what can we do to help Ric in his quest to help wild dolphins? Just
don't buy a ticket. That's all. Don't patronize marine mammal parks
and the newest thing, the swim with dolphins programs. The only hope for
dolphins now is grassroots action. The system, the government, has failed
the dolphins. People can help by financially supporting release projects
like the one in Guatemala and Oklahoma (you can read about these and the one in
Mexico at www.freethedolphins.com). People can also help by writing to
town and tourism officials where these marine mammal attractions are located,
or where they propose building them.
How has the government failed? In 1972 the Marine Mammal Protection Act
was passed but responsibilities to regulate fell to the Department of Commerce
who protects the fishermen and the fishing industry. It is a genuine, prima
facie conflict of interest (like the AKC papering all those puppy mill puppies
and getting lots of money to do it.) 99.4% of the permits issued to
fishermen are permits for exploitation. It is not in the best interest of
commercial fishermen to be kind to dolphins, and in the end, who loses?
"Dolphins are self-aware. I have known that for forty years. I
used to bring the tv set down to Flipper every Sunday at 7:00 pm and let him
watch himself on tv. He knew it was him. Now they have these studies
that show that animals who can appreciate and recognize themselves in the
mirror have higher intelligence. I knew they could do that. Self
awareness means that an animal, in this case a dolphin, can make decisions
about his life, his choices. The are entitled to live free."
Ric has his critics, of course. They all seem to be pretty much involved
in the exploitation of marine mammals in some form or another, no surprises
there. In an article in the NY Times, a spokeswoman for the Miami
Seaquarium declined to comment on Mr. O'Barry. Brad Andrews, vice
president of zoological operations at Sea World, said Mr. O'Barry had no
credibility as an expert.
"He doesn't know what he's talking about," Mr. Andrews said.
"We educate people. We spend millions of dollars a year in
conservation. We have many guests who want to experience this in a
controlled, safe environment."
(http://www.nytimes.com/2001/07/03/world/03DOLP.html?ex=998852745&ei=1&en=cf943080e4f0f09d)
It made me wonder what HIS qualifications are and how they stack up against a
man who has dedicated his entire life to making amends for being Flipper's
trainer and once being part of the problem. The tired, old "we do it
for education and conservation" line gets trotted out again and again when
someone's financial bottom line is threatened.
I say we look at the motives behind the message. Ric's message, Ric's
motives, like so many others in the animal rights, animal protection, animal
advocacy world, seem pretty pure to me.
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Guatemalan Dolphins Need Your Immediate Help!
from In Defense of Animals - ida@idausa.org
The
dolphins Turbo and Ariel need your immediate help once again. As you may know,
the two dolphins that were abandoned by the traveling dolphin show "Water
Land" in the mountains of Santa Lucia, Guatemala, were handed over to the
World Society for the Protection of Animals (WSPA) in June this year with the
purpose of rehabilitation and release back into the wild. The decision to allow
for the release project to take place is due in large part to all the letters,
faxes, and emails that were sent to the President and the judge in charge of
the case, and on July 12 Turbo and Ariel were airlifted out of the mountains
and brought to a spacious, natural sea pen where they soon recovered from more
than 14 months of confinement in a small, filthy tank.
In the course of the last four weeks Turbo and Ariel have regained their
natural skills, such as chasing and catching live fish, and they are both ready
to venture into the open sea. Tragically, the release project is at a
standstill due to legal red tape, as WSPA must now await the judge's permission
to let the dolphins go.
Meanwhile we are faced with a serious problem: The water of the dolphins' sea
pen and surrounding area is getting very warm. As we approach mid August and
September this problem will increase and the dolphin's health is at serious
risk. Turbo and Ariel need to be able to seek cooler waters as soon as
possible.
Please email letters to the person below, urging him to ensure the immediate
continuation and completion of WSPA's dolphin rehabilitation and release
effort.
Gerardo Paiz,
"Consejo Nacional de Areas Protegidas" (CONAP)
Email address: sseconap@intelnet.net.gt
Mr. Paiz will hand the letters over to the judge that rules over this
case. Please keep the letters polite and courteous. IDA's letter to Mr.
Paiz follows here. You may simply copy and sign it, or optimally, write
your own letter in defense of these two dolphins. Please also cc:
sroy@idausa.org on your letter and we'll forward them on to WSPA. Thank
you very much!!!
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Gerardo Paiz,
Consejo Nacional de Areas Protegidas (CONAP)
Dear Mr. Paiz,
I am writing on behalf of In Defense of Animals' 100,000 members about the fate
of the dolphins called Turbo and Ariel. I understand that bureaucratic
red tape has halted the outstanding efforts of CONAP and the World Society for
the Protection of Animals (WSPA) to rescue, rehabilitate, and return these
dolphins to the wild.
According to the reports that we have received, Turbo and Ariel are ready for
release, but the project has not been given the governmental go ahead it needs.
As a result, these poor dolphins are now trapped in a sea pen with increasingly
warm water. Their health and well being is jeopardized as a result.
Keeping dolphins confined in such warm water is extremely dangerous, and
experts predict imminent harm to Turbo and Ariel should they be forced to
remain under these conditions.
Environmentalists and dolphin lovers across the world are following the fate of
Turbo and Ariel. We were thrilled at reports of these dolphins being
airlifted out of an intolerable captive environment to a rehabilitation site
for eventual release. We now realize that if they are forced to stay in
their current situation, these two dolphins will surely perish.
As a result, I urge you to allow for the immediate completion of the
rehabilitation and release project so that the dolphins can leave the sea pen
and find cooler waters. Please pass this urgent request on to the judge that
rules over this case, before it is too late.
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Lest We Plead Ignorance
A Tragic Account of a South African Injured Fur Seal
by Seal Whisperer
In memory of SAM our South African Fur Seal
This account begins in December of the new millennium, on a cold wind swept
offshore Seal Island rookery, on the wild coast of South Africa. Our female fur
seal 'Sam' by January 2001, had produced a healthy pup as well as being
recently impregnated, 'the seed' of the next generation, for now, lay dormant
within her. 'Sam' was lucky this year with her pup, almost every other
pup born from the Cape to Namibia, died slow and painful deaths from
abandonment and starvation. By April, that little seed awoke and started to
grow. By August 'Sam' was teaching her newborn pup the rules of survival and
the seed had turned into a tiny little seal foetus, deep inside her womb, they
were in all probability, all out hunting together in the mid-water zone, an
area targeted by big commercial fishing interests. Suddenly 'Sam' is caught by
her competitor, in the prop wash of a large fishing trawler and thrown against
the swirling one-metre high brass propeller blades. 'Sam' survives, but her
injuries are extensive, the prop sliced her through her shoulder, and again
slicing her stomach and again slicing her hind flipper to the bone, finally
striking her left flipper cutting it in half, 3 of her index flipper bones
protruding and completely cut through.
Over the next 10 days 'Sam' battled increasing odds of survival, trying to
defend and feed her family, torn to pieces, weak, infection growing and with
only one effectively working flipper, she was losing herself, her family and
her control.
In desperation she had to make up her mind, and turned to the nearest
foreboding land and to man, abandoning in the process her unweaned pup, without
her protection, to fend so premature for himself. 'Sam' arrived exhausted and
very weak on Thursday 02 August 2001, on the rocks at a place called Bakoven.
She was afraid, no familiar smells or sounds, she knew she was in dangerous
territory. 'Sam' dragged her torn body high above the high tide mark, away from
the savage pounding waves and lay down to die. On Friday, the nature loving
residents alerted the authorities and the local welfare organizations, trusting
that they would be equipped to help her. They came, only to make an incorrect
assessment that 'Sam' had been bitten by a shark and offered to humanely shoot
her, they left, leaving her to fend off barking dogs and ignorant well meaning
members of the public. The residents objected, and decided to try and find the
'seal whisperer' instead. On Saturday, some residents attempted to help her
like you call a doggy, even attempts to throw fish at her failed. 'Sam'
continued to defend her broken self throughout the day and night and refused to
allow anyone nearby. On Sunday morning, the 3rd day after 'Sam' had beached, a
desperate resident from Bakoven arrived in Hout Bay looking for me, and I had
also just received a call, and was immediately on my way. I personally respond
to over 100 such calls a year, many thousands more go unheard. I found 'Sam'
broken in spirit and in body, her ordeal clearly written all over her. She was
near to death, skin and bones, yet still alive. To assist her, I would have to
subject myself to criminal arrest, it being illegal to capture, disturb, transport
or feed her, the penalty 2 years in prison, this is South African law. With the
ever present threat of arrest, as the authorities and I after 3 years are not
exactly friends, 'Sam' was immediately picked up and taken by car to my boat
and jetty, in Hout Bay Harbour. Here she found a human created private seal
world, where other injured seals like herself, were busy with their own stages
of rehabilitation, some were playing, some were fighting for jetty space others
were just resting.
This privately created 'seal world' is illegal, it is prevented from being
recognized, no funding of any sort is allowed. It operates and stands alone
against all opposition to fur seals, it is a place of love and war and a little
hope. It is a place of 'Seal Whispering'. If you would like this to continue to
grow, please write to Horst Kleinschmidt, Head of Marine Mammals, MCM, South
African Government authorities at HGHKLEIN@sfri.wcape.gov.za or our Minister
Valli Moosa at
vmoosa@ozone.pwv.gov.za and voice your comments.
Immediately a private citizen's initiative swung into place, that stretched
around the globe within minutes, lovers of seals, united in a common cause,
without payment to save this seal's life. Vets were called and orthopedic
surgeons consulted to assess her ripped apart flipper. South Africa is a
country, which has forbidden the rescue of its seals, a country that has no
qualified marine mammal rehabilitation experts and of course, no seal rescue
facility. A country steeped in commercial hatred of our seals, supported in the
main by our authorities. A country that disallows its citizens the right to
protect the welfare of our seals.
'Sam' throughout all of this responded well to her new surroundings, placed in
a floating inflatable rubber boat, she felt safe, secure and for the first time
in a very long time a little hope. She decided to voluntarily stay, she even
responded affectionately to the occasional whisker rub and neck massage. Her
gaping wounds had by now become severely infected, abscesses had started to
track deep inside her body. She desperately needed fluids, food and medication.
Doctors, Organizations and private citizens throughout the world responded, via
email with advice, treatment and drug prescriptions. Arrangements were being
made to fly in an expert. Time being our worst enemy.
After 48 hours, at her new home, I had been unable to hydrate her or get any
feed into her. 'Sam' being too afraid, mistrustful and weak to accept my loving
help. Lacking of training, experience and expertise had prevented me from even
finding a vein in which to place a glucose lifesaving drip, nor the
irresponsibleness of even deducing that she might be carrying a pup, all
thoughts unfortunately directed at saving her. Three times a day she would drag
her weak body off the boat, and undertake a hazardous ten minutes swim, amongst
and beneath the commercial churning motors, of returning fishing trawlers that
had days earlier destroyed herself and her family. Each time after her swim,
she would somehow relocate the exact spot where her new home was and would
haul-out on the rocks in front of the inflatable boat, due to it being to high,
to drag herself into. Each time I would collect her and place her back in the
boat, where 'Sam' would fall into a deep trusting sleep.
On the third day, 'Sam' and I had established a bond of trust, by now she would
allow me to gently pry open her jaws and slowly insert a whole pilchard fish
onto the back of her tongue, whereby if done right, she would swallow it. By
the end of the day she had consumed 1.5kg of fish, received about a litre of
water and glucose, and her antibiotics treatments appeared to be improving her
wounds. 'Sam' even decided to enjoyed a 40-minute swim, interacting in
the water with the other previously injured seals. Things appeared to be
looking up. However something in the back of my mind was troubling me for the
past 3 days, something about her behaviour, I had somehow convinced myself it
was just her 'femaleness'. At around 03.00 in the morning it struck me, 'Sam'
is pregnant, she is carrying a pup. I felt terrible, so many thoughts raced
through my mind, she had been repeatedly trying to tell me I just wasn't
listening, more thoughts raced, had I
injured her whilst lifting her so many times into the boat, did I injure her
pup when I rescued her, Is this why she would not let me touch her stomach, was
the antibiotics harmful to her pup.
By early morning on the 4th day I felt relieved, everything it appeared was
correct, we were on track to effective rehabilitation. Her ripped apart flipper
and abscesses still weighed heavily whether she would ever to be able to return
to the wild and survive. However, 'Sam' when awakened by me, flushing out and
treating her wounds, was not keen to eat, I was unable even to administer the
antibiotics through the fish. Soon she climbed into the water, I followed, this
and that way around the dangerous harbour she swam. After 40 minutes, I
could see she was growing weak, she was again starting to shiver. She was about
to leave the harbour entrance and head out into the open sea, I had to stop
her, I lent over the side of the boat, riding alongside, I grabbed her neck and
hauled her weak body abroad. On the ride back to the jetty, 'Sam' appeared more
alert, rubbing herself, sitting up right for the 1st time. Back at the jetty,
'Sam' appeared uncomfortable, after 2 hours, I noticed some slight trail of
blood coming from inside of her, soon I saw the embryo sack. The vet was
hurriedly called, by now, 'Sam' was pushing and heaving, in her very weakened
state, she had tossed and fallen further ripping open her broken flipper and
was clearly attempting to abort her pup in great pain. Our hearts rang out for
her pain and her grief. We felt helpless, this was all happening so fast. The
vet after examining her, felt that he would attempt to help her induce
contractions, his hand being too big to extract the pup. My wife with her tiny
hands, gave it a go, she succeeded, and gently removed the 4-month-old foots,
this little guy, cute flippers and all was unfortunately dead. In hindsight I
believe it is here where I crossed the line, 'Sam' had been attempting to work
with me, guiding her own rehabilitation, mine should have been to assist her on
her terms, I crossed the line and I should not have, I disrespected our new
found bond.
'Sam' by now was very weak from her recent ordeal, her newborn foetus was
placed beside her to aid her in her hour of grief, she never recovered, for 3
long hours 'Sam' bravely fought on, until her breathing ceased and we watched
her little heart slowly fade away and stop. 'Sam' with her newborn dead pup was
no more, her spirit had gone.
It was decided to place 'Sam' and her new born dead little foetus, with tiny
flippers, little whiskers and glowing black eyes, side by side, together within
a cotton sack, a rock was inserted for ballast. I decided against a post
mortem, not because it isn't right, but because it was apt. We had failed our
fur seals once again. Slowly 'Sam' and her newborn was driven out to sea, towards
a nearby seal colony, where prayers were said, regrets, apologies and
good-byes.
Her lifeless body and that of her pup, slipping for one last time beneath the
waves, towards their final resting-place together as one. Were we ignorant yes,
will we continue to use this excuse into the next millennium, time will tell?
If, you would like me to do something about this clear neglect of these seals,
please write to me. With sufficient public worldwide support, we together can
make a huge difference.
For the Seals
Francois Hugo - Seal Alert SA
sasealion@wam.co.za
http://www.sealalert.co.za
My thanks to Sherryn and Leeann of wildlife Action Group, Dr James Barnett UK,
Animal Liberation Website, Nurse lianie, Dr Dion Woodborne, Dr Stevenson, Dr
Brandon Drite, Dr Herbert Henrich and Andrew Christie of Seashepherd
International, Advocate Gary Pienaar, Dr Tertius Gous, Ted Van Der Meulen,
Kathy, Elrieda of Wildlifenet, my wife Nelda, and the all people around the
world who responded to our plea for help.
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The Last Leviathan
(Andy Barnes/Friendly Overtures Ltd., MCPS, UK)
From TORNADO by Rory Block
. My soul has been torn from me, and I am bleeding
My heart is has been rent, and I am crying
All beauty around me fades, and I am screaming
I am the last of the great whales, and I am dying
Last night I heard the cry of my last companion
The roar of the harpoon gun, and I was alone
I reflect on the days gone by, when we were thousands
And I know that I soon shall die, the last Leviathan
This morning the sun arose, crimson in the sky
The ice was the color of blood, and the wind it did sigh
I rose up to take a breath, it was my last one
From the burn came the roar of death, and now I am done
Now that we're all gone, and there's no more hunting
The big fellow is no more, there's no use lamenting
Which race will be next in line, all for the slaughter
The elephant or the seal, or your sons and daughters.
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Memorable Quote
"Let him not destroy, or cause to be destroyed, any life at all,
nor sanction
the acts of those who do so. Let him refrain from even
hurting any creature,
both those that are strong and those that tremble in the world.
~ Suita-Nipata (Buddhist)
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