When our "love" for animals cost them their freedom

The silent lesson I learned from Tiger King

Tiger King, Netflix’s latest sweetheart, marks the first chapter of my quarantine in Barcelona. The first minutes of the miniseries did not move any of my compassion muscles but by the second episode, I was hooked. I watched, not so silently, the unfolding of all seven deadly sins that led to the caging of the main celebrity of the documentary and did hesitate on labeling every single character, right from the comfort of my quarantined couch.

Apart from the fact that is the perfect drama and nucleus of pointing fingers for a bored lockdown life of the modern and moral citizen, it is also interesting to see how the wildlife subject is tackled indirectly from a very interesting perspective: the natural desire to condemn each other without finding a solution.

I judged, criticized, and launched into an avalanche of claims that made me feel so good about myself, an animal lover who believes that if you truly love wild animals you would resist the urge to own them. Contemplated how nice, clean, and simple my life is in comparison to the complicated life of some characters.

The next days I felt a little bit embarrassed about myself once I thought about the 3,900 remaining tigers that are free in the wilderness. I starred at the big Samsung screen in front of me, at the iPhone on the cheap but neat Ikea table, and at the clothes, I was wearing that were bought from some fast fashion Bershka-ish store. All those commodities were already paid not from my pay check but a chain of unfortunate events that would take us back to the very green of our planet.

Who am I to judge Tiger King and its charade? Subtly, I am also contributing to the destruction of the environment including wildlife. All those commodities are made by companies who do not really care about the impact that the production of their goods has upon nature. I am fueling their success at turning the blue skies into the dark, unbalanced atmosphere. I am now writing on a laptop that was assembled by people who were paid poorly, in a city where they had to wear masks way before the Coronavirus because of pollution, and wildlife is hugely impacted by climate change which results from heavy industrialization. So?

So… who am I to judge? As almost nothing in my lifestyle helps at reducing the rapid growth of climate change that kills thousands of wild souls.

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