Performed a hodge-podge of shark chores today: signed this petition to ban shark fin soup in Australia, stuffed more envelopes in my endless restaurant letter campaign, did miscellaneous shark-related schoolwork. But what really kicked my ass today is this post from the Vegangster blog that extends the argument of John Lennon’s 1972 song “Woman is the Nigger of the World” to animals. (John Lennon is pretty much my favorite person ever, but more on that later).
I have been a “sloppy” vegan for quite some time, eating bits of goat cheese here and there, and once every few months an egg or two and I never feel good about it. I’m also tired of whining about how hard it is go completely vegan. Feeling guilty and lame about my half-assed veganism is even more difficult.
Woman Is the Nigger of the World (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hoping to settle the long-standing debate about whether Jonah was swallowed by a whale or a shark, Sarah Sprague and Ruth Tippit, two Biblical literalists, eagerly dove into the waiting jaws of a 16-foot white shark armed only with a candle stub and a book of soggy matches. This photo, taken by their pastor, Reverend Foote, shows the brave zealots’ final glimpse of planet Earth—the chum-slick waters off Anacapa Island.
Turtle Fans Beware: This is pretty graphic.
A lovely day at Zuma Beach volunteering for Oceana at the Malibu triathlon. Last summer, I asked surprisingly willing triathlon swimmers to sign a petition to protect California’s great white shark population (ultimately the National Marine Fisheries declined despite the dwindling numbers). This year: loggerhead turtles. I had that same squishy uniquely human whose-side-am-I-on-anyway? feeling as I talked about the increased need for habitat for sea turtles, knowing that tiger sharks particularly love to feast on them.
Ultimately I realized that my position as a human isn’t necessarily to root for one side, but to attempt to restore some part of the balance that humankind with its plastic, its miles of nets and hooks and acidified seas has destroyed. Nature, of course, is often brutal and so I’m moved when people fashion artificial flippers for a sea turtle crippled by sharks.
I know that human belief in our separateness from nature is the root of most of our problems. But my humanness will always make me feel like a distant admirer of animals, an apologist for my species, a loving outsider. As a kid, I wanted to be like Fern in “Charlotte’s Web,”–so much a part of the animal world that they “forgot” I was there and gossiped freely. Now, I don’t know if I seek a window into animals’ secret world so much as I need an alternative to the crowded, relentlessly human one I inhabit. Maybe it’s as simple as the epiphany I had a few weeks ago when admiring the crazed smile of a moray eel: “I like the other.”
A baby Loggerhead Sea Turtle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)