i was talking to a coworker of mine as we read the paper yesterday about the proposed ban on killer whale shows (effecting San Diego). he’s 36 and from the Philippines and likes to have me explain things he doesn’t understand. We work in an area that has a small dining room, so when he asked me what the article was about I took him out from the servery into the dining room.
"You know orcas, killer whales? the big black and white whales? Like from the movie Free Willy?"
"well if we were killer whales, the dining room would be our tank to live in."
"Also, we would have to put on shows for food and stuff. You know how big the ocean is." I held my hands wide. "Very, very big, right? Well they’re supposed to live there. I mean, they’re like two thousand pound whales. They aren’t meant to live in a tank, especially one small like this dining room is to us."
"Oh, yes, yes!" He looked kind of sad. "It’s like prisoners of war, you know? They take them and put them in small cages like this."
He crouched down to show me.
"The men can’t move. It’s wrong. It’s wrong to keep the whales in a small tank too. Why do they make them dance?"
"To make money."
"Oh, someone will always exploit something for profit, even if it is bad. That is very bad. I hope they ban that and the killer whales can be free some day."
HE GETS IT