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Kiska was captured 44 years ago on this day, and placed in captivity in a tank at Marineland Canada. She died alone in her tank, after losing all five of her children, earlier this year. My film, Black Water, tells her story.
Learn more about Kiska and her story here: https://www.npr.org/2023/03/11/1162863883/kiska-the-loneliest-whale-in-the-world-dies-at-canada-amusement-park More info about the film: Black Water is a short, fictional narrative film that explores how killer whales may feel in a captive environment, takes a critical look at the issue of keeping them and other animals in captivity, and above all provides an inspirational message for people who struggle through depression.
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Moonbeams and starlight
Ocean and Sky sometimes grow sad, but still the stars shine They flicker and dance, shining their love and light to guide you, as I do Today marks yet another year that Tokitae has languished in abysmal conditions at the Miami Seaquarium. She is the last remaining survivor of a brutal capture on this date in 1970. This video is a reprise from a short film I made in Tokitae's perspective 8 years ago, called Breaking Through The Clouds (you can watch here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=forOG1ma7_c). Moonbeams and Starlight, performed by my amazingly talented friend, is a song that Toki's mother sings to her in the film. It still touches my heart and it deserves to stand on its own aside from the film. May Toki one day soon be free of the Miami Seaquarium <3 Visit https://www.orcanetwork.org/retire-lolita for more information about her story and how you can help.  The poem below is about the dolphin slaughter in Taiji, Japan. Every year from September through March, dolphins are driven into the infamous killing cove and either selected for captivity or slaughtered. For more information, please check out Dolphin Project and Sea Shepherd Conservation Society. Photo Source: Sea Shepherd Conservation Society Laying under the starless sky,
wondering how things went from right to wrong. Wiping the tears from your eye, wondering when people will hear your sad song. Banging your head against the wall, wondering when this madness will come to an end. Crying from loneliness and missing their calls, wondering why those you loved are dead. Imprisoned behind pallid bars, wondering when things will turn from wrong to right. Drowning and covered in scars, wondering how they sleep at night. Sink and sway slowly, watching your soul float away. Shudder and scream so lonely, as blood needlessly sprays. Hope, it doesn’t exist when all that you love is torn and beaten, buried in the grave, with blood in the mist. In this world, there are only demons. Laying in a cold and empty cell, praying that somebody will come to your side. Screaming in your private hell, praying that they’ll see through those empty lies. Sink and sway slowly, watching your soul float away. Shudder and scream so lonely, while blood needlessly sprays. Hope, it doesn’t exist when all that you love is torn and beaten, buried in the grave, with blood in the mist. In this world, there are only demons. Green is the color that makes the world talk, that makes the water turn red. Oh yes it’s not the man but the money that walks, and why so many are dead. Blood lingers in the breeze. Children scream as their family is slaughtered; countin’ dollars is the carnival of sleaze. Money is the real monster. Is there any way out? Out of these blood-soaked seas? A lighthouse to guide us and ease our doubt, a fire to give warmth before we freeze? Sink and sway slowly, watching your soul float away. Shudder and scream so lonely, while blood needlessly sprays. Hope, it doesn’t exist (can we find the way out) when all that you love is torn and beaten (of this desolate hell?), buried in the grave, with blood in the mist (Bodies are piling up). In this world, there are only demons (Does anyone care at all?). Sink and sway slowly, watching your soul float away. Shudder and scream so lonely, while blood needlessly sprays. Hope, it doesn’t exist when all that you love is torn and beaten, buried in the grave, with blood in the mist. In this world, there are only demons. Can we find the way out, out of this desolate hell? Bodies are piling up, does anyone care at all? |
AUTHORZach Affolter is a passionate aspiring marine biologist and animal/environmental advocate. Categories
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