Date: Tuesday, April 29 Time: 12 noon-1 p.m. Place: Outside Tom Bradley International Terminal at LAX
In Thailand, baby elephants are taken from their mothers, tied down, and beaten so severely that they bleed and scream???all in order to force them to learn that they must obey when ordered to perform ridiculous tricks for tourists. PETA has held protests at Thai Embassies and Consulates all over the world and will continue with the campaign until the Thai government bans the ritualized torture, called phaajaan, which PETA has captured on undercover videotape.
"The government of Thailand is sanctioning the torture of baby elephants," says PETA???s campaign coordinator Andrew Butler. "Our weapons in defense of these animals will be international embarrassment and the threat of diminishing tourist dollars." PETA has provided Thai officials with proposed laws that would ban cruel training and prohibit the use of this highly endangered species in barbaric amusement attractions. The animal rights group is keeping pressure on Thai officials by holding protests at Thai Embassies in cities around the world, including Vancouver, B.C., earlier this month and Chicago, Ill., on Friday, April 25.
Approximately 3,800 of Thailand???s estimated 5,000 endangered elephants are in private hands. Most are used as tourist attractions in elephant camps, where they are forced to perform nonsensical circus-style tricks and to give rides. In order to "train" these sensitive animals, still-nursing baby elephants are traumatically torn from their mothers, forcefully immobilized, and relentlessly beaten with nail-studded planks.
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My name is Becky I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem! You CAN make a difference!
