The World Trade Organization has ruled that while aspects of the European Union ban on imported seal products undermine fair trade, those restrictions can be justified on ‘public moral concerns’ for animal welfare.
The WTO gives us another great example of white logic: The EU ban against Canadian seal products breaks the fair trade rules we ourselves have set up and the international laws which you all must abide by, but in this case we’re okay with it because, well, we just are.
Aboriginal peoples have been hunting seals sustainably as a principal source of livelihood for thousands of years, and now white people think they must ban seal hunting out of moral concern. Every day, thousands of farm animals are born into a life of wretched captivity and thousands of others are slaughtered, yet somehow aboriginal people hunting seals in the Arctic wilderness is morally repugnant.
The notion that seals are inhumanely clubbed to death is a white liberal myth. Unlike farm animals, seals live their lives in nature and are harvested quickly with a single rifle shot. Arctic seals (ringed, harp, bearded, harbour, and hooded) are not endangered and do not threaten fisheries. The serious problems facing the world’s ocean fisheries are not a result of aboriginal seal hunting and shifting the moral blame and economic price to seal hunters is yet another trick of whiteness.
Bans on seal products have decimated the Inuit economy and resulted in widespread poverty in Nunavut, where seal hunting is the primary economic activity year-round. Beyond subsistence meat and clothing, the Inuit have traded and sold seal pelts for centuries and depend on money from those sales to survive in the modern world. Curtailing those sales by an order of magnitude has been devastating and will continue to be devastating, with no end in sight.
As the WTO sees it, this is what must be done out of “public moral concern”.
Meanwhile, when most of the food products are made by exploited POC labor around the world and no one has “public moral concerns”…
Again, animals > people in their world…
wow this is so fucked up
On the last day, when Aslan drew her and Peter aside, she did not cry. Her throat closed up and her heart clanged so loudly in her ears that she missed half of what he said.
Too old to return to Narnia?
You shoved me back into this wretched unformed child’s body, lion-god, and made me a thousand years a widow, and now I am too old?
If Susan had been standing next to the White Witch, before the Stone Table, looking down at Aslan bound and muzzled, she would have asked to wield the knife.
Peter was keeping his chin up and saying all the right things. Susan sank her teeth into her lower lip and thought that she would have given everything she had not to come back to Narnia this time.
Aslan looked at her as he spoke. He knew what she was thinking, of course. He always did.
Susan didn’t care. If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman.
Lucy was coming up, with Edmund beside her. She gritted her teeth, and swallowed her rage. It would not do Lucy a great deal of good to see her god gut her sister with one of his gigantic paws. And she’d be damned if she cried in front of him. She had cried for him once already, cried and worked her fingers bloody prying a muzzle from his dead jaws, and this was how that vigil was repaid.
She would be glad to never see Narnia again. The languid erasing of her memories could not come quickly enough. There was nothing left for her here.