After 20 years torture in a circus, where elephants are abused with the tips of large hooks, of the sort every day fish hooks which cut their skin in the most sensitive parts.
Tyke was insane and killed the man who taught degrading circus tricks to him, to make money, and managed to escape in downtown Honolulu, desperately searching for his lost freedom and tranquill…his habitat, a life without pain and fear.
Contrary to what you might expect, he was surrounded by the police and local citizens fired 86 balls in the tired body.
Nevertheless it took 2 hours for him to to die, 2 hours, whitout any help or veterinary anaesthesia was authorized.
It is often said that animals have no voice, but the eyes on the last picture of Tyke shout at us. To be pursued, in his eyes full of fear, sadness, disbelief, for its self defense, we see this spirit cannot be broken, the hope, the 20 years of torture and death endures, the unstoppable power of a character in search of its liberation from torture.
There is no creature on the world without a right to life and freedom. No law justifies torture against innocent people, and we wonder what motivates a man to inflict pain to an innocent creature, which looks at you still with big eyes full of horror!”
This is one of those pictures I cannot look at for very long. I always think of this when I see elephants. At the Shrine Circus last weekend for a moment I wondered what would happen should the two elephants imprisoned in that mall parking-lot crush their abusers and push through their tiny barricade. It would take virtually no effort. They could escape without trouble… But you feel their hopelessness when you are near them. You understand as they do that there is nowhere to escape to. There is nothing beyond the parking-lot but certain death or punishment for fleeing after being re-trapped and re-chained.
It is like being in a cage with the doors open, but nowhere to go once you leave. The trainers and handler have the audacity to suggest they enjoy their time because they pick at their hay and they lean in for affection. They dare say that the elephants are happy because they do not express their rage, their torment, their defeated spirits, and their depression. How would they know if the elephants weren’t happy then? And what would they do to curb that expression?
Elephants are brilliant, deep feeling animals. Anyone who helps or condones them being in captivity, that is not presently operating a sanctuary, is the worst type of person. The people who enslave elephants are shit of the world in my books.