Calling this a "sport" may sound like a fun game, but the animals never volunteer to play. I have a hunch the hunted animals would prefer to happily sit on the sidelines and not be tormented and killed.
As the world observes International Youth Day this week, I wanted to feature the direct voices of young changemakers who are unafraid of challenging the status-quo and refuse to accept the way things are
There's nothing like your first time -- first time taking a safari, that is. Deciding to do one is easy (yes, a resounding yes), but picking a destination is more difficult -- what with a long list of magnificent countries to choose from.
Investment in infrastructure projects are more than just a bright spot for the global south. It may actually encourage investment in real assets that would boost output back in the old "rich" countries -- a welcome monsoon rain amidst a sea of paper.
We don't have to imagine, the proof is pretty clear.... "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight...wimoweh...wimoweh...AHHHH EEEE...
While I, too, mourn the killing of Cecil the Lion in Zimbabwe, it revives in me an uncomfortable memory. Some 50 years ago, I went on my first (and only) wild-game hunt -- the most stupid thing I've ever done.
There is a moral issue that seems to elude those who get their satisfaction from killing animals at their whim. There are all kinds of atrocities that are legal in some parts of the world that most of us would find appalling.
We cannot separate our dignity from that of other creatures. It is just as intrinsically linked to that of the starving poachers of Zimbabwe as it is to that of the animals they are poaching. If we really do have intrinsic individual worth, its value ought to be greater than any mantelpiece trophy.
I may have misspelled a couple of words in that headline, but the pronunciation is correct.
Then, this past week, for the first time in decades, Zimbabwe was all over the news. Walter Palmer's killing of Cecil was a heartless act. But I found the massive outpouring of anger in the United States and Europe bewildering, and frankly, a saddening classic case of misplaced priorities.
The killing of Cecil the Lion, tragic as it might be to some, has laid bare some key issues that warrant further discussion. Few -- if any -- of these people rallying for ol' Cecil have shown their public concern and care for Zimbabweans.
Dr. Walter Palmer's behavior in killing and mutilating Cecil the lion is disgraceful. But he's not a one-off character. He's a very enthusiastic participant in the larger enterprise of globe-trotting international trophy hunting.
No matter the motivation surrounding the hunt we do know this: Cecil the Lion is dead and the internet is freaking out about it. I am particularly interested in the question of why we are spending so much time focusing on one hunt, one animal, one hunter, and one death.
Let's go back to Hwange National Park, the scene of Cecil's demise. The Zimbabwe Parks and Wildlife Management Authority, responsible for managing this park, derived most of its income for wildlife conservation across the country from trophy hunting. Let us mourn Cecil, but be careful what we wish for.
How could a brave big game hunter be so afraid to show up and address the media and his critics? Are you trembling at the thought of facing those children leaving toy animals at the doorstep of your dental office?
By all accounts, Cecil the Lion was a curious and gentle animal who often approached tourists who loved photographing him. He was truly magnificent -- a calm and confident animal living in peace among his pride. Kills like this are thefts.