Monday 11 May 2009

One of us

Isn't this picture cute?
And a rose on Mother's Day - well, that's even cuter, don't you think?

Well, no I don't. Here's the story. And it is told in such a way that things become ever cuter...until you give the story some thought. This orang-utan collected timber to aid in what was a well thought out escape plan. Just like something you and I might do were we imprisoned in a strange land as she is.

I am reminded of a story told by an old family friend who grew up in Borneo, now part of Malaysia, but then a British colony. As a teenager he joined the British army. The leader of the platoon was a white man, a British army officer. And one day he shot dead an orang-utan. Clearly the British army officer thought it made him a big man. From that day forward, the platoon of native Borneo men ignored the officer.

You see, the locals recognised one thing that escaped the ignorant educated army officer: the orang-utan was one of them. The orang-utan may not have looked like a human being or communicated like a human being but they knew - without checking the DNA connections - that the orang-utan was as near as darn it to themselves. The British army officer had killed one of their/his own species. He had murdered.

So yes I am amused by the Adelaide orang-utan's escapade - but perhaps not for the same reason as it made media headlines. I am cheering for the orang-utan. She may have been imprisoned for quite a while but she still knows who she is and where she needs to be - and it is not in a zoo. And, if zoos think they are in the business of educating the public, how has this story educated the public about orang-utan and their endangerment? If you really want to find out more, go here.



racism-free

No comments:

Post a Comment

This blog does not take Anonymous comments. Experience shows that comments cluttered with "Anonymous" are boring and people don't know whether "Anonymous" is one person or many. This is not a decision about freedom of speech. It is a decision about boring or unwillingness to be known by even a pseudonym.

Total Pageviews