July 11, 2023

I have many critics and I do listen to them, although I rarely, if ever, agree with them.

Most of the criticisms come from people of an anthropocentric persuasion meaning they are inclined to put people first, to justify the actions of humans even when such actions are harmful to other species and to the environment.

Some of the criticisms accuse me of being over judgmental about whale and dolphin killers. They accuse me of being too angry and that I hate the people killing whales, that I should not be calling them psychopaths and criminals, that I should be more respectful, more tolerant and more understanding. Some even demand that I be compassionate.

My position on whale and dolphin killers is simple, to me it is murder, and I am opposed to the killing of any cetacean by anyone, anywhere, anytime, for any reason. There is never any justification for torture and murder.

Over the last fifty years I have been witness to the cruel murder of thousands of whales, dolphin seals and many other animals. I have seen baby seals kicked in the face, clubbed, and skinned alive. I have seen pilot whales and dolphins speared and stabbed. I have seen great whales die agonizing and prolonged deaths. I have been dragged by angry sealers across decks strewn with blood and gore. I have been beaten by Mounties on the same bloody decks. I have heard the screams, smelt the blood and seen the horrors played out over and over and over again.

I have also witnessed the violent deaths of humans in war. They call it war, but murder is murder.

These deaths are permanently etched into the memory cells of my brain and the memories serve to torture my dreams. Within the corridors of my mind is a never-ending panorama of sorrow and revulsion.

Yesterday when I saw them rip a living baby from the womb of the young mother and as I watched a young calf struggle to survive, I could not even begin to comprehend the kind of sick, perverted, and evil mind of a person capable of inflicting such unimageable pain.

How can I respect the men who inflict such horrific pain, brutality, and death?

Do I hate them? I very much hate them. I detest them passionately and with great vehemence. I will not deny my vitriol, I will not repress my true emotions. I will say what I need to say and when given the opportunity I will intervene to stop the horror and I will take the necessary risks to do so.

I don’t have the capacity to understand or tolerate psychotic behavior. My condemnation of their crimes in writing and in voice and in action is my way of preserving my own sanity and controlling my emotions, and this expression of my emotions prevents me from being truly violent in my response.

I am committed to non-violence, to choosing a strategy of aggressive non-violence, meaning I have never and will never inflict physical violence on these killers. Therefore, it is essential for me to release my anger, my abhorrence, my disgust, and my revulsion through both the written and the spoken word and through direct action.

It is the unleashing of my raw emotions through vocalization, writing and poetry that prevents me from inflicting real physical violence. If not for this ability to unleash my feelings of rage and abhorrence in word and action, I would not be capable of objectivity and detached control during confrontations. 

I expect psychopaths to condemn me. It is in their nature to do so. I expect many of my allies to also condemn me because they cannot fathom the depts of my revulsion and rage.

Yesterday a critic said that she knew some of the whalers and they were decent men with families. That is an opinion that holds zero evidence of decency. I once met a woman who worked with Ted Bundy. She said at the time she met him that he appeared to be very nice, polite, and decent. How many decent men with normal families turned out to be vicious and remorseless serial killers?

Decency cannot be defended by observation of a person outside of their psychotic behavior. Not a single person, spattered with blood on a Faroese beach, can be considered to be a decent person.

In truth the are monsters and in the eyes of the dolphins and pilot whales they are as abhorrently evil in the exact same way as most people view the NAZI’s as evil.

And saying this will ignite the holier than thou humans to say how dare he compare the “decent” men on the Faroese beaches to NAZI’s?

I can do so because I can see them how the cetaceans see them, and what the cetaceans see and feel is unfathomable distress, stress and agony from the blood-dripping hands of “decent” men with lances, knives and spears plunging these cruel objects into the tender flesh of living, self-aware sentient beings. 

As the blood gushes out into the cold sea, they do not give a thought to the fact that these gentle beings have families, that they have dreams, that they have love and feelings.

The denial of empathy is the very definition of a psychopath.

The Grind of the Faroe Islands is an abomination and a disgraceful stain of shame upon the entire human race.

And I have no qualms about saying so. The truth is the truth, and the truth about the horror in the Faroes is written in tons of blood in words of excruciating pain poured into the sea.