Today is the nine year anniversary of my car accident.
Today is Fred’s 9 month old birthday too.
It seems fitting, in so many ways, that those dates coincide.
I plan to give you a Fred update tomorrow.
Today, I want to write about Cecil The Lion.
This week, we learned Cecil The Lion was killed in an appalling and terrible manner.
If you’re the one person on earth who hasn’t already seen this, an emotional Jimmy Kimmel sums up what happened perfectly:
It makes me embarrassed to be an American.
Walter Palmer, the dentist who paid a reported $50,000+ to kill Cecil is now the most hated man in America and Zimbabwe.
He’s had to close his business and go into hiding.
(I’m sure he feels “hunted” now by both paparazzi and angry crowds.)
I can’t stop thinking about Cecil.
I also keep imagining Walter Palmer put into a Hunger Games situation where he becomes the hunted.
Yes, I have a vivid imagination.
And no, I’m not advocating anything other than justice through a legal system.
There’s just a part of me that feels a Hunger Game scenario would be fitting justice for Walter Palmer.
Someone asked me online yesterday, why people seem to care more about a lion than they do about all the people who die from violence.
My reply was as follows:
I think people have almost given up on how cruel the human race is to itself. We are bombarded by news of it constantly.
People are so overwhelmed, they often feel there is nothing they can do to change it.
But, when someone is cruel to an animal many of us feel if we speak up we actually might be able to make a change.
Certainly, the lion doesn’t have a grieving family member to speak up for the TV cameras on its behalf.
Does it mean the same outrage doesn’t exist for human on human cruelty?
No, not at all.
It just means people feel, in this instance, their voices might actually be heard.
And that is why, even though the Internet is flooded with people in outrage over Cecil’s killing,
I chose to add my voice and write about it also.