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Why I prefer
Gorillas to People
September 11th came and went … I
started an update to commemorate that sad day, but depression got the best of
me. Laura Nyro wrote a song with lyrics that go “Time and Love, Nothing Cures
like Time and Love” … and that got me through it, as I fought windmills and real
villains in the gorilla-conservation world, which I won’t go into on this web
update.
Suffice it to say, there are some
people who think they know it all, and God-forbid if you try to correct,
question or advise them, they go nutso, spewing vitriol, referring you to their
lawyers instead of answering simple questions, or giving you a litany of excuses
for why things failed, when they might have worked, if only their own arrogance
hadn’t interfered. I’ve found that the angrier someone’s reaction is to
something simple, the more insecure they are and usually the more they know
they’re in the wrong or have problems they don’t want to discuss, let alone face
or change. Meanwhile, gorillas remain pawns in power plays and ego boosts, and
that’s what spurs me on, when I want to give up.
I’m in such a unique position. I
don’t want gorillas at Gorilla Haven, since our goal is to be empty, which would
mean each captive gorilla would be on display in a good social setting in zoos,
helping to educate the public about their brethren in the wild. I can’t be
fired. I don’t need to play the regular games of politics. I can say what I
mean and mean what I say. What a novel concept, in this day and age, when you
say something, which you think is pretty clear, and it’s misinterpreted and
comes out as something you hardly recognize!
We recently visited our old home in
the suburbs of Chicago, after not seeing it for several years (photo right
taken in 1987). I’m still
nauseated when I think of what I saw. The horse farm surrounding our 5½ acres
was inevitably going to be developed – we realized that when we lived there – but I
fought for open space and we defeated developers who wanted to, in the words of
Joni Mitchell, “pave paradise to put up a parking lot.” We’d hoped the
developers would save the last area of 5 acre home zoning in the Chicago area.
But the more homes you can build, the more money you make, so once we moved
away, the developers got their way, and now one of the most beautiful parts of
the Chicago suburbs is one of the most hideous and gaudy. Hulking monstrosities
called houses sit on tiny lots, with the only “open space” remaining being the
wetlands and flood zone. My only smile came from knowing how many flooded
basements there will be when Mother Nature reminds people who’s really in
charge. The coyote, deer, beaver, raccoon, birds and other wildlife that
once were protected on our property, have been forced off, and people living in
our old home say they hardly see any wildlife anymore, as urban sprawl lines the
pockets of a few, with little to no regard for future generations. |
Hurricane
Season
During the hurricanes, we all
survived just fine, although some nearby towns were hard hit with flooding
and tornado damage. GH is in what I call the Good Vibe Valley and we
don’t get the winds and problems even our neighbors face. We had a few
dead trees blown down, and several inches of rain, which were handled
brilliantly by all our drainage systems. We lost power for about 36
hours, but all the generators worked perfectly, so we were pleased to see
the emergency plans work so well. The generator by our cabin, like all
generators, is noisy, but our offices and bedroom were far enough away for
it not to be a problem. The generator by Silverback Villa is near the B
and D cages and Joe seemed annoyed by the noise, patrolling more than
usual, and looking for the source of the obnoxious droning. Here in
paradise, you get spoiled so easily. 
Speaking of hurricanes … In August we
were visiting our dear friend, Patti Ragan, on a quick trip to Florida.
Patti’s an amazing woman who takes in chimpanzees and orangutans after the pet
or Hollywood industry is “finished” with them, at her sanctuary called the Center
for Great Apes. We spearheaded a fund-raising campaign for them after
Charley, then Ivan then Jeanne pounded them destroying the pristine beauty of
their sanctuary we had just visited. We left on August 12th, and Charley
leveled just about everything the very next day, but thankfully no lives were
lost. For more information on
Patti and her wonderful sanctuary, please have a look at
www.prime-apes.org |
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My Scavenger Hunt For Goodness
The purpose of our visit to Chicago
was to give a presentation at Jane Goodall’s Chimpanzoo conference, held at
Lincoln Park Zoo, with its recently re-built Great Ape house. We were
surprised to be asked to speak at a conference about chimpanzees, but the
message we focused on was about how everyone can make a difference, which
covers so many topics. Jane Goodall was there and I wanted to say hello,
since I hadn’t seen her since we met in 1991. But she’s always so busy with
people wanting her attention, and my time was limited, so I elected to visit
my beloved gorillas instead. Some may think that’s a strange choice – World
Famous Icon or gorillas, but for me, it was no contest. In some quarters I’m
called “The Other Jane” which is a compliment for me.
 It
was great fun seeing my old gorilla friends, back home in Chicago, after being at
other zoos while LPZ built a new Great Ape facility. Bulera, last offspring of the famous gorilla Otto, was showing off
for me on the photo near right. She usually never paid any attention to
me, but I've been following her since she was little, and she must remember
me. I've known Bahati since she was born, just over 14 years ago. I predicted she would be the "Silverback" one day, since she was
so confident, playing with her father, Gino (now at Disney's Animal Kingdom).
Female gorillas don't grow into silverbacks, but Bahati will probably
challenge Makari for the dominant f emale
role in JoJo's group. She was huge as I snapped this photo (far right),
but with a good reason. Only a few days later, Bahati gave birth to a baby! My babies are
having babies now, and I'm starting to feel old! I visited old gorilla
friends at Brookfield Zoo, Milwaukee, Toledo and Louisville, and figure I saw
46 (or 46.5 if you count Bahati's baby!) gorillas at 5 zoos in 6 days! No
wonder I'm tired! We took a ton of photos, but the one on the left is
one of my favorites. Taken in Toledo, it shows Johari, once a toddler
when I first met her in 1990, now a wonderful mother to Dara, who's watching
mom eat and "begging" for a taste. Dara's father, Kwisha, is another
gorilla I've known forever, who's now a massive silverback, with his same baby
face, just stretched into a much larger head!
  At Lincoln Park Zoo there was a
young boy drawing the gorillas, and doing a remarkable job. His mother was
with him and when I walked by, I remarked how well he had captured gorilla Kumba’s likeness. The boy was surprised I knew the name of the gorilla, but
Kumba and I have been friends for years, and he had done an excellent job
capturing her likeness. She was the first gorilla born at LPZ, in 1970, and
only the 5th gorilla born in captivity. She’s lost a lot of weight and is now
an old lady, but she recognized me right away and greeted me with her typical
lip flapping, as she imitates people talking.
I asked the boy artist if I could
buy the drawing of Kumba from him and he looked at his mother and hesitated.
So I quickly added “Or, I’ll make a donation of $100 in your name and give it
to the Limbe Wildlife Centre in Cameroon, where they help take care of
orphaned gorillas from the bushmeat trade.” Without missing a beat or looking
to his mom for guidance, he quickly replied “Oh yes, give the money to the
people in Africa, to help the gorillas!”
The talent, compassion and
generosity of this young boy are the things which keep me going. In a world
where selfishness, greed and arrogance seem to be the norm, I’m reminded there
are some good people out there, and I must find them, encourage and inspire
them to spread their message of tolerance, peace and compassion. Today is
Steuart’s and my 22nd wedding anniversary, so I know there is goodness that
can last, with a little “time and love.” 
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