I walked up the beach… towards the rock covered in blood. Junior and I got on our knees and ran our fingers across it. An orange red color was left and I couldn’t bear to wipe my hand all the way across it. The one finger was enough. I swam back with my right hand in the air and showed the film crews proof of blood on the rocks. The blood of innocence, the little remains of those babies’ family.
This morning I got up at 3:30am, after going to sleep at about 11:00 pm. I got about 4 and a half hours of sleep last night… and I did not like the reason I was waking up. It’s not like being excited to get up early to go get coffee with your friends at 5am… or driving to Disney land! This was getting up to face cold, hard murder.
I had packed everything the night before so it was a matter of getting out of bed! That took twenty minutes. I couldn’t mentally prepare myself on such little sleep! But these dolphins were about to lose their life…. who the heck was I unable to get out of bed!? I got up and we were out the door by 4:15, on the road minutes later.
On the way there the car was pretty silent. There was the occasional person talking trying to distract…. But pounding was all I heard. Anger! I knew what was coming… and I was angry before I had even stepped foot on the ground! I was angry they didn’t let SSCS raise money to buy and set free the pod, I was angry that they were being killed, and I was angry the police had lied to us. What could we believe now? Maybe passing those fences really won’t get you arrested…. It’s a matter of time till someone tests that too. I hope they do soon. Things are unfolding… the fishermen and trainers are being exposed, and the police’s bluffs are being tested.
The sky was black with no sign of sunlight when we arrived at 4:30. Junior, Patricia and I immediately went looking for Steven. There were police and guards everywhere, apparently the police had to stay up all night watching Steven… one guy was even wearing the same clothes I saw him earlier yesterday. We found Steven out on one of the rocks and checked up with him, he was perfectly fine! We all started chatting, and he went over to the edge of the new fence they put in front of the rocks… to test what would happen. Police and camera crews went over freaking out!
There was an independent filmmaker they’re making a movie about the two sides to the argument… News Crews and a film crew with Save Japan Dolphins.
There were flashlights, Camera Lights, and car headlights everywhere! The sun wasn’t up so you couldn’t see anything but the bright lights shinning in each other’s eyes. I wanted to scream, police kept looking for us and shinning these huge lights in my eyes…. It was making me get a headache!
It was about 5:15 when the trainers started to show up. Steven wanted to confront them… this was the first time we had ever gone to talk to them. Steven was so upset! He was laying into the trainers, good for him! This one, the only one, girl trainer did not want to be on film. It was disgusting seeing a woman involved with this murder. I’m happy to see her so disgusted with herself she was ashamed to face the cameras. She knew her hands were just as bloody here. I hope she can’t look herself in the mirror anymore. It is disgusting that you know what you are doing… but to keep doing it anyway! My god women… I hope your mother is disappointed in you. I know I am, as another women.
The police had no tolerance for Steven talking to the trainers… they came over trying to get him to walk away… one police officer actually PUSHED Steven twice! Steven wasn’t having it, he dropped down cross-legged and he said, “No I will not leave, I am not breaking law”. The police just walked away from him angry. The film crews were running around filming anything and everyone… we were all filming each other waiting for someone to do something. Eventually, Steven went up and talked to some fishermen, and Patricia wanted to know someone’s name… so she went up and asked and they completely ignored her. She decided he had no name and was ashamed.
Fishermen showed up in their boats to pick up the trainers. It was time. The film crews filmed them getting in the boat… people were yelling “don’t kill the babies, or the mothers.” and “Have a soul”. I’m sorry everyone, we’ve already proven that they do not. We need to shut them down now. The cocky sneaks.
Two Risso Dolphins were chosen for show. John and Jackie drove off to see where they two Dolphins went. They were immediately loaded onto a truck and taken some place probably local, like the dolphin resort.
The trainers were too ashamed to face the crowd on the beach, so they had the fishermen drive them to the other port on in the actual town of Taiji. Wimps.
Literally 20 minutes-ish later the fishermen were brought back to shore. Private space and his “gang” had finished creating the scene of the crime. It was so quiet… no one was talking at first. Then they realized they were on the shore… and the mob began! People were following the fishermen; they were filming and yelling at them trying to communicate. Glares of death from private space… are we getting to you? I’m sorry the truth hurts… guess that’s the life of an ugly soul.
The mothers, fathers, friends and family of the pod were killed. We think about 14 lost their life for their dirty money. 6 adolescent Dolphins were set free later that day, without their mothers. We don’t know if they knew how to hunt… where the migratory routes are… or how old they are. They witnessed their parents get slaughtered then were sent out to sea to face life on their own… not knowing what to do. The poor babies must be so confused and hurt! They ARE like humans, it’s like killing a five year old’s parents in front of them, then throwing them out of the street to go on about life.
Once the gutting barge came out we went to see them hide behind tarps. They looked like they had rehearsed everything. It was very well coordinated…. but proof that they are embarrassed.
The dock had this weird, rough, raw, very strong smell to it. I can’t describe the scent I had never smelt anything like it before… Patricia decided it smells like death.
We stood at the very edge of the fishermen’s dock across from the butcher house… right in front of their offshore whaling vessel. Some fishermen driving by in their boats were yelling at us, but we acted like they didn’t exist, they got pissed off!
We met new people today from Earth Island Institute—Leilani Munter and Greg Hauswirth!
We all went to lunch and tried to forget about this morning. We needed food so bad! One film crew joined us then, and we didn’t have the cameras out of face till about 5:30— and that was the second crew. We didn’t mind it. It was good publicity!
We all wanted to take a swim, so we headed to the Cove at about 3. Patricia, Junior, Jackie and I swam into the killing Cove. I didn’t want to touch my feet to the bottom, I was that upset! I couldn’t do it! Finally I forced myself to stand because I was loosing strength and I had to think about the swim back. But I felt like I was stepping on broken glass, I got out of the water immediately. There is NO SIGN that says other wise. Someone told me there was… but we didn’t see it. So it’s a public beach.
The camera (waterproof camera) was not working, so us three girls swam back to get another battery, but it was the camera that was broken. So we swam back in to meet up with Junior.
It was then that I saw it. Red rocks. Not orange… like the rest of them. Red. Blood red. I stopped and I couldn’t move for almost five minutes. I just stared at them. Finally I asked everyone if that is what I thought it was, everyone was shocked! Patricia and Jackie had to leave. I walked up the beach… towards the rock covered in blood. Junior and I got on our knees and ran our fingers across it. An orange red color was left and I couldn’t bear to wipe my hand all the way across it. The one finger was enough. I swam back with my right hand in the air and showed the film crews proof of blood on the rocks. The blood of innocence, the little remains of those babie’s family.
It made everything THAT much more real. Knowing that the blood on my hand, was the blood of the same Dolphins I saw jumping out of the water trying to escape the banging of those metal poles. I washed my hand off in the cove, and used a rock to scrub it off, it wouldn’t come off at first! I had to wipe it off with something. I hurt. A lot. It was surreal, but it made me willing to fight to the end!
——- Today we had to say goodbye to Steve Thompson! Thank you Steven for everything you did! You really changed the game! J
At dinner we all let go and didn’t talk about the slaughter, instead we laughed at funny stories etc. We needed it, before coming back to upload all the awful evidence.
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