Some years ago my mother decided to buy a beautiful pair of sealskin (?) fur boots.
They were amazingly warm. I know, I wore them a few times.
She bought them from Bridlington in Yorkshire, UK, where not many seals live.
I was with her, and said I wasn’t too happy about this purchase. Images of darling baby seals floating around in my head.
No, she said firmly, and paid out a shitload of money for said seal blood on her feet.
This was the woman who had a mink stole, a fox fur loose collar, a Persian lamb collar on one coat, a blue fox something or other on another one – you get the idea.
In later years I ripped off the blue whatever, on the nice coat because I didn’t want dead animals around my neck any longer (we shared the coat). The coat was pretty mediocre without the dead fur, so it got donated somewhere or other.
And the boots? Well, she did say in later years that she wouldn’t have bought them with hindsight. Thank you mother, I told you that some 30 or 40 years ago as a teenage animal rights person.
People – you don’t need baby seals to be clubbed and killed to keep your feet warm. Just buy warm socks and sensible boots (you don’t even need leather boots before you ask).
And should Canadian taxpayers compensate the sealers for lost trade? Why?
Just, why? Loads of us lose economic markets for whatever reason. And there are no free breakfasts, lunches or teas provided by someone else.
Oh, my mother’s boots? Sure they could have been useful for some person without boots, but they still went in the bin when she died. I made sure of that.
Two links for you:
the original story from Stop Animal Abuse