As you might imagine the topic of Cecil the Lion and the dentist from Minnesota has come up more than once in our house. Today at lunch I was telling Jon how much I was moved by his latest blog post about the mob mentality around the issue. As upset as I was when I first heard about how Walter Palmer killed Cecil, it’s unfathomable to me that people are threatening his life, family and livelihood to the degree that they are.
And why not, as Jon writes, do something constructive, try to have something positive come from it instead of propagating the anger.
The other thing I can’t understand is why someone would want to kill a lion, or any animal, for sport and hang its head on the wall as a trophy. Not in today’s world. So Jon explained it this way. You have to be a man to grasp it, he said. It’s a macho thing, the ultimate manly act to travel to Africa hunt a lion and bring it home. But you don’t want to do that, I said to him. No, he said, my equivalent of that is wanting to win the blue ribbon for my photography at the County Fair.
I got up and kissed him. That’s the evolved man. There is hope.