I Hate Circuses
I don’t consider myself an activist. It’s not because there aren’t causes I believe in, it’s just that I am usually too busy/lazy to take a proper stand on anything. But when I believe in something I take a stand in my own way…and if there is one thing that really bothers me it is seeing animals being mistreated.
A few days ago, while I further weakened my already injured knees by running on the treadmill, I watched the most horrible story about a circus elephant killing a trainer.
To say I was upset after watching this is an understatement. Call me heartless but while I am sad that the circus worker was killed, I am much sadder for the poor elephant and all the other animals that are trained to do unnatural things. I am upset that in this day and age animals are still being used in circuses. I am sad that they live their lives in cages and spend their days being trained to do ridiculous things like turning around in a circle with one leg up. I am even more upset that people want to see this.
I remember hearing all the shock and outrage back in February when an orca killed its trainer at Sea World. But I wonder why we are surprised that a 12,000 pound killer whale finally turned on the person who forced him to do silly tricks for an audience? Are people still turning a blind eye to the fact that the captivity of these poor animals is literally driving them crazy?
Ali just asked me, “If we don’t have zoos or circuses how will Maya ever see animals up close?” Well, as far as I am concerned, Maya will either see them in their natural habitat or on tv in the amazing Planet Earth DVD’s my mom gave her. And she will be a better, more compassionate person for it. As a person who rarely takes a stand on anything, I have and will continue to take a stand on this: The Din Household will not visit zoos, circuses, or any place that involves captivity of animals.
The other day we walked past a pet store and Maya said, “Oh Mama, how sad those doggies are in a cage. They don’t have any space to move around!”
Sometimes my kid does me proud. She might cough up a nervous storm while doing it but who am I to judge?