I’m sorting through a few thousand photos from my trip to
Taiji, trying to make sense of what I saw. I’m clearly in the minority of
humans in the way I now see animals. I don’t believe in god so, I don’t think
god put animals here for our use and abuse. I understand that suffering is part
of all sentient beings but don’t understand why we perpetuate it. I have a
small group of friends that fight for better lives for all living creatures. I
have another batch of friends that thinks everything is ours to kill. It’s a weird world and the divide is massive.
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| Striped dolphins swimming for their lives off the coast of Taiji, Japan |
Everyday before sunrise, except some Saturday’s and
holidays, if the weather is favorable, the dolphin hunting fleet of 12 boats
leaves Taiji harbor in search of dolphins. While I was there, they were usually
successful. When this picture was taken, a small pod of Risso’s dolphins was
already in the cove. I wasn’t a big fan of Risso’s until this day, that melon
head and all. But watching them rocket through the water out in front of the boats
with almost no breath, these guys are like Olympic swimmers. And once in the
cove they swim and turn with grace, their scared bodies glowing white just
under the surface. I have a new reverence for them. Like all the other dolphin
species, they stay together until the end.
Once the Risso’s dolphins were secure in the inter nets of
the killing cove, they were killed and taken to the slaughterhouse. With the
cove now clear of bodies, the dolphin hunters drove in the pod of striped
dolphins they’d been holding off the coast. The yellow tarp was set to keep
bodies from getting cut on the rocks. Striped dolphins throw themselves on the
rocks trying to escape. Advocates have video of these little guys bleeding on
the rocks. Perhaps those videos lead to the use of tarps and thus a little less
suffering in the last minutes of their lives.
Hunters done a good job hiding the actual killing with a set
of tarps that cover the cove. Since my trip two years ago, the fence on the
opposite side of the cove has been moved closer restricting the view into the
killing cove. The butchering barge is no longer used and so there are no large
slicks of blood in the water.
People ask me, how do we stop it? I don’t know. Hopefully,
someone does and we can end this and the mustang roundup, the sea lion cull at
the Bonneville dam, the bison hazing outside Yellowstone, the wolf hunts,… but
as I said in the beginning, most people must want this killing to continue
because it’s what we do. I’m also asked why do you go? Because I think what’s
happening is wrong and I want the world to at least know what’s happening. I hope that one of
my photos might touch someone in a way that sparks an action and leads to
change. To see some of my photos from that day click here.
What isn’t in my photos are the sounds. The bodies hitting
boats. The yelling. The tail slaps. The screams. And then nothing…
For the souls of the ocean
