Let’s paint the town red


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Today we went to the library for English. We’d been told to find a picture for description. I chanced upon this picture in March 2007 National Geographic, with 800 elephants and small trees dotting a vast space of bushland.

People are killing elephants for their tusks. People are killing these gentle, obedient creatures, creatures we have nothing to fear about apart except for their size. They are of absolutely no danger to us, no danger at all. These are beautiful, gentle giants who should be left alone in the wild.

“The dead elephant, a huge bull, lay on his side, right leg curled as if in wrenching pain. Dirt covered the exposed eye—magic done by poachers to hide the carcass from vultures. The smell of musth and urine, of fresh death, hung over the mound of the corpse. It was a sight I had seen hundreds of times in central Africa. As I passed my hand over his body from trunk to tail, tears poured down my cheeks. I lifted the bull’s ear. Lines of bright red blood bubbled and streamed from his lips, pooling in the dust. His skin was checkered with wrinkles. The base of his trunk was as thick as a man’s torso. Deep fissures ran like rivers through the soles of his feet; in those lines, I could trace every step he had taken during his 30 years of life.
This elephant’s ancestors had survived centuries of raiding by the armies of Arab and African sultans from the north in search of slaves and ivory. He had lived through civil wars and droughts, only to be killed today for a few pounds of ivory to satisfy human vanity in some distant land. There were tender blades of grass in his mouth. He and his friends had been peacefully roaming in the shaded forest, snapping branches filled with sweet gum. Then, the first gunshot exploded. He bolted, too late. Horses overtook him. Again and again, bullets pummeled his body. We counted eight small holes in his head. Bullets had penetrated the thick skin and lodged in muscle, bone, and brain before he fell. We heard 48 shots before we found him.”
-as quoted from Ivory Wars, by J. Michael Fay

Killing them for their tusks is one thing, paying for the tusks is another.

Both, however, are equally saddening, angering and inhumane.


Written by obliterated

February 18, 2008 at 2:33 pm

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  1. sama-sama!! haha. i oso gotta find a pic!! but it’s abt an event.. haiz. for oral grading.. i think i can fail with flying colours.. 😀


    February 18, 2008 at 3:06 pm

  2. i like your new skin(:


    February 19, 2008 at 3:02 pm

  3. oh gosh, this is bad, but what can we itsy-bitsy people (pronounced as P-EO-PLAY 😀 okay, LAME.) do? 😦 quite saddening huh 😦 cheeeerr upppp tesssaaaaaaa!!!! 😀


    February 20, 2008 at 9:46 am

  4. i feel so sad after reading that extract:(


    February 20, 2008 at 10:44 am

  5. I agree. Elephants are gentle creatures that should be left alone, though they can be quite destructive if disturbed. I have actually written a post about this.



    February 22, 2008 at 6:44 pm

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