"Slavery is the social and legal designation of specific persons as property, for the purpose of providing labor and services for the owner without the right of the slave to refuse, or gain compensation." -Wikipedia
I'm struggling to be compassionate. The author so clearly and beautifully laid out the deeper reasons so many people hated this man; his complete lack of resect for nature. Irwin was the real-estate develpoer of nature show personalities, paying his way to fame with animals' fear and anger. Putting a camera in the presence of an animal does not respect for nature make; in fact, IMO, when you chase that animal down, antagonise it, harrass it into an extreme of fear or anger until it attacks you, then make money off of its reaction and keep the proceeds - well, that's just slavery.
Irwin was callous, he was cruel. He abused, frightened, and invaded upon living beings until they gave him the reaction he wanted, with no remorse to whatever being he was tormenting. When we do that to other people, we call it torture.
The author showed the Irwin was not only willing to do this to animals, his crew, and himself, he was willing to use his own baby to further those ends. The category of 'other' is what one must sort people, places, or things into prerequisite to abusing or destroying them. Most acts of destruction occur under this assigned division of legitimency. The giraffe is 'other'(than human, than real, than sentient, etc.)so I will kill it for its skin. The Tibetan is 'other' (than Chinese, than human, than worthy of respect or peace) so I will kil it and take its home and land as my own. I
It's the spirit of subjugation, of consumation, that Irwin showed toward this world that made his end so poetic - to die a painful, primitive death, issued by a primitive animal's single self-defense weapon, in one silent, efficient strike.
I am failing to be compassionate. He taunted, harassed, antagonized, and invaded upon my space - my planet, my fellow living beings - over and over and over. I am biting back. I'll use his dead body to enrich my experience the way he used my planet's to enrich his - as one big joke.
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I'm struggling to be compassionate. The author so clearly and beautifully laid out the deeper reasons so many people hated this man; his complete lack of resect for nature. Irwin was the real-estate develpoer of nature show personalities, paying his way to fame with animals' fear and anger. Putting a camera in the presence of an animal does not respect for nature make; in fact, IMO, when you chase that animal down, antagonise it, harrass it into an extreme of fear or anger until it attacks you, then make money off of its reaction and keep the proceeds - well, that's just slavery.
Irwin was callous, he was cruel. He abused, frightened, and invaded upon living beings until they gave him the reaction he wanted, with no remorse to whatever being he was tormenting. When we do that to other people, we call it torture.
The author showed the Irwin was not only willing to do this to animals, his crew, and himself, he was willing to use his own baby to further those ends. The category of 'other' is what one must sort people, places, or things into prerequisite to abusing or destroying them. Most acts of destruction occur under this assigned division of legitimency. The giraffe is 'other'(than human, than real, than sentient, etc.)so I will kill it for its skin. The Tibetan is 'other' (than Chinese, than human, than worthy of respect or peace) so I will kil it and take its home and land as my own. I
It's the spirit of subjugation, of consumation, that Irwin showed toward this world that made his end so poetic - to die a painful, primitive death, issued by a primitive animal's single self-defense weapon, in one silent, efficient strike.
I am failing to be compassionate. He taunted, harassed, antagonized, and invaded upon my space - my planet, my fellow living beings - over and over and over. I am biting back. I'll use his dead body to enrich my experience the way he used my planet's to enrich his - as one big joke.