Tony Makris Killed an Elephant in Botswana. Because he could.
I’m not going to link to anything about the story because, a) it sickens me, and b) I will not, in any way, shape or form, give the man any further publicity other than mentioning his name at the top of this story.
If you want to know anything more about the story, google it.
My heart hurts and a question reveals itself. Is this what a man is?
Is a man someone who instills fear, hatred, rage, in his targets, no matter what gender or species they are? Who kills without thought of the harm to his spirit, or soul? Is he someone who crushes dreams and destroys peace, who says, “it’s legal,” and believes that it’s the same as justice? Is he someone who is so disconnected from the very earth that provides him with the air he breathes that he will not see the consequences of his actions?
My heart breaks because I know that men like this are a dime a dozen, and they are all over the world. They will go to their graves leaving their mess for others to clean up.
I know men, friends, family, acquaintances, here on our island, and far afield, who tremble with outrage at what they witness. They take what action they can, as do the rest of us.
My grandsons are six years old.
All things being equal I will see them grow into men. They will inhabit a world far different from what exists today.
Every stand I take, every tear of rage and outrage I shed, goes toward them living in a world where a woman will not have to ask of them, “Is this what a man is?”