I have not written in a while and when I saw that Balekha wrote about poaching and horn trading, I thought I should tell you more about cheetahs, because we are in trouble too.
Many of you may have seen me when you visited Inverdoorn and went on a safari. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me, my name is Balekha and I came to the game reserve with my mother. I am a white rhino, but it’s a very silly name because I’m actually grey and so is the black rhino. Both of us are African rhinos and there are also three other types of rhinos. The other three are Asian and they are: the Indian rhino, the Sumatran rhino and the Javan rhino. We are different in lots of ways, but we have one definite thing in common: we are all in danger of becoming extinct. Human beings have been hunting us for centuries, but the problem has become really big in the last few years, especially in South Africa where I live. People hunt us, because they want our horns. They cut them off and use them for all sorts of things. This is very, very painful and most of the time, if the rhino has not been killed, they die anyway. It makes me very sad, because I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt us when we have done nothing to harm them.
People have been up in arms about the attention and resources directed at saving the rhino. The National Press Club’s decision to declare the rhino as “Newsmaker of the Year” in 2012 was met with consternation and indignation by many. Trevor Noah recently commented on Twitter that “Those red Rhino horns on cars are so cute. Remember when we used to do that for human beings?” I could go on an animal-loving rant about the sad state of humanity – of a society filled with war, hatred and genocide which is bleeding into the animal kingdom – and that not only is the human race undeserving of help, but that we are beyond hope. But I won’t…because I do not agree.
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