Dolphins of Taiji - A Murder Suicide

With great alacrity do these noble fishermen,and the mercurial ire of the global community.
spear held aloft, carry on their hunt. Though notSo we come to the grand irony, the symbolic
dressed in traditional garb or manning the smallgest. If like ours, the dolphin's proto-hand, under all
thatched canoes of their ancestors, roughly 26the pressures of aquatic Darwanism, had taken to
men clamber into vessels at the edge of theirfingers as swimmingly as humans, they would be
steep, rocky shoreline. This year, as in everyraising a solitary digit to these clandestinely suicidal
year, the small seaside village of Taiji at thefishermen and their compatriots who will
southernmost reach of Japan's great archipelagopurchase, consume and be poisoned by the very
prepare for what some may see as the mostmeats that they are taking such heat for
barbaric and savage of seasons. Though traditionpartaking of.
metes out sometimes harsh realities upon ourreveals that according to the Japanese ministry of
gentler and more prosaic lives, even this seems ahealth has found that the mercury levels found in
bit harsh and out of character from the honorablethe liver and other tastier and sought after
people who brought us the serene sounds oforgans "exceeds the permitted level by
haiku and nature worshiping Shinto. Nets and loudapproximately 5000 times and the consumption of
noises are used to coral these creatures, at onceonly 0.15 g of liver" and offers "the possibility of
regarded for their poise and intelligence and theiran acute intoxication by T-Hg (mercury
copper-like, moist flesh, into a shallow cove whereconcentration) even after a single consumption of
they are at once beaten, speared andthe product."
eviscerated. With salacious gusto, barbed gafs areSo, the fishing village of Taiji finds itself in one
employed by the men, as is threshing the veryclandestinely satiric situation. The very act of
waters, to stab, pinion and pierce the writhingthumbing their nose at the conviction, conventions
beasts. Hoisting them into their boats, laden withand custom-culling modern society will be the literal
the flesh and disembodied death-mates,death of them. Very poetic really. In order to
clicking-their dying calls. These are the last rites ofstave off the demise of their traditional fishing
what most would consider our closest cousin (ofrights, they continue to kill the dolphins, which
the swimming kind).spells certain death to the villagers. If one was to
This has not gone unnoticed. An onslaught of ofview this as an outsider, as every man, woman
publicity and the requisite public outcry met theseand child outside of this piteous, execrable little far
fishermen and their grand tradition. Manyoff land does, it would be lauded as the single
conservation, animal protection and environmentalmost insane and Socaratic-ally suicidal venture in
activists have swum to the aide of the dolphins.man's great fallible riddled history.
In trying to interject themselves between boatYet, in the words of the mayor, espousing great
and bottle-nose, many have found themselves atphilosophy in his A Message from Taiji, addressing
the intersection of the end of a spear and thethe International Whaling Commission and other
end of their life.critics of the slaughterings ..."We are proud of our
"Thus, it was a traumatic experience that ourown heritage and want to hand it down to the
values were attacked fiercely by westernnext generations." (See mercury poisoning=no
environmentalists and animal right activists." S.next generation.) "We believe we know more
Hamanaka, Mayor and The People of Taijiabout our own sea in Taiji than anyone who lives
If the honorable Hamanaka-san is terrified by thehundreds or thousands of miles away from us."
ado stirred by the blood-roaled waters, he maySpeaking for the dolphins posthumously, that
want turn away, eyes cast geisha-like down whenremains to be proven.
the boats come to port, bearing fins and flippers