Commentary by Captain Paul Watson


The wild, wild, West is so yesterday.

It's the wild, wild, South at the bottom of the Earth that remains the last lawless
frontier on the planet.

The poachers are running the show and the Sheriff is nowhere to be found.

There are two major criminal gangs on the loose down here. The Japanese outlaw
whalers and the Patagonia toothfish bandits. Both gangs are packing guns and looting
resources.

The Sea Shepherd ship Steve Irwin is the vigilante bounty hunter trying to uphold
the law in a place where the law is regarded as a joke.

The Sheriff in the name of the government of Australia rode in on a macho named
vessel called the Oceanic Viking to …….. take pictures!

Looking for some evidence, they said before high tailing it north to the saloons of
Fremantle to jaw on about "how something gotta be done, but we don't know exactly
what we're gonna do mate."

Meanwhile the indigenous inhabitants of these parts are dying in the hundreds as
cruel blunt tipped harpoons savagely violate their flesh, ramming explosive grenades
deep inside their bodies shredding the soft internal organs of defenseless whales,
leaving them thrashing in agonizing misery as the sea steams with their wasted hot
blood.

The horrific screams of the whales echo across these lonely remote waters where none
can hear their pitiful pleas for help.

It is those screams that have brought us down to these waters to do what we can with
the resources available to us to stop the slaughter.

There is an Australian court order prohibiting the killing of the whales but a court
order without enforcement is meaningless. There are international laws prohibiting
the crimes being committed in these waters but these laws are also meaningless
without enforcement.

Toothfish poachers pull endangered fish from the seas with impunity threatening to
shoot anyone who interferes with their thieving and plundering.

Meanwhile in Canberra, politicians mumble on about radical conservationists taking
the law into their own hands. Academic legal blow-hards spout rhetoric condemning
anyone who tries to save a whale as a pirate or an eco-terrorist.

The rudderless government that promised to stop the killing seems more interested in
maintaining it's role as resource vassal to imperial Japanese trade interests.

In Japan, the government screams "eco-terrorism" anytime someone holds up a protest
sign opposing their illegal whaling.

Politicians and academics, milquetoast greenies and bureaucrats condemn any form of
activism that does more than posture and pose.

And the whales keep dying, harpooned, drowned, electrocuted, and mutilated. They die
in unimaginable agony, choking on their own blood and sea-water with gaping wounds
spurting blood by the gallons into the cold sea.

It is this crime, this senseless, sadistic slaughter, this monstrous, miserable
massacre of the whales that has brought my crew and I to these frigid remote waters.
We have sailed as volunteers into harm's way for one reason and that is to stop the
killing.

It is an awesome task with shackles of impossibility that makes our job unbelievably
difficult. We are opposing violent killers and armed criminal poachers on eight
ships crewed by a Unions controlled by the Japanese Yakusa, backed up by powerful
xenophobic Japanese politicians who would rip the sun from the sky in the name of
blind patriotic nationalism.

Thrown into this mess are out of control Namibian, Uruguayan and other assorted
poachers trying to catch the last Patagonian Toothfish and prepared to shoot anyone
who gets in their way.

And the Sheriff has sailed off to parts unknown to develop his pictures of mother
and baby whales slaughtered side by side so that all of Australia can lament the
horror and do……absolutely nothing.

I sometimes wonder why I do this, year after year, tracking down and hunting
poachers, saving whales in the Southern Oceans, seals in the North Atlantic, sharks
in the Galapagos, sea-turtles in the Caribbean?

I have been accused of being obsessed and the truth is that I am indeed obsessed. I
am driven to stop the carnage because I have seen the steady diminishment and
impoverishment of life in the seas ever since I was a boy and I cannot choose the
path of helplessness and inaction.

Years ago, when I attempted to save a large bull Sperm whale from a Soviet whaler,
the whale was struck in the head by an exploding harpoon showering me in the blood
and gore as the whale thrashed in screaming agony on the surface of the Pacific.
Suddenly that whale saw me, and he dove and I saw a trail of bloody bubbles coming
fast and furious towards where I sat in a small inflatable boat.

The whale rose out of the water, lower jaw open and towered above me ready to fall
forward and crush me. He was so close I could have reached out and wrapped my
fingers around one of the six inch long teeth. His breath was hot on my face and it
was then that I looked into a solitary eye and in that eye, an eye the size of my
fist, I saw understanding, I saw compassion and I saw pity.

That whale understood what I was there for. Instead of coming forward to crush me, I
saw his muscles move and with his dying strength I saw him fall back and begin to
slide into the sea. I saw my own reflection in his eye as that infinitely wise orb
disappeared beneath the waves.

And I saw pity. Not for himself or his kind but for us. We were killers without
reason or passion, thinking little of the life we were extinguishing, killers devoid
of empathy, devoid of feelings.

And I thought, why were the Russians killing these whales? Primarily for spermaceti
oil used for lubricating machinery under high temperatures. And one of the uniquely
human inventions that the oil was being used for was the manufacture of
intercontinental nuclear ballistic missiles and that was when a realization hit me
that we were insane.

We were killing great intelligent sentient feeling socially complex creatures to
produce a weapon meant for the mass incineration of human beings and we were being
condemned as violent eco-terrorists for opposing this depraved lunacy.

And the killing continues as whales die to inflate national pride in Japan.

It is only compassion for my own species that prevents me from killing the killers
and added to this is the frustration of being viewed by anthropocentric society as
being violent for trying to end violence, of being viewed as criminal for trying to
end criminality, of being irrational for trying to address the insanity of humanity.

But as to why I am down here presently chasing the Japanese whaling fleet through a
maze of ice bergs at the bottom of the world through the most hostile and remote
waters on Earth - the answer is that I looked into a dying whale's eye and what I
saw there shamed me and filled my heart with compassion to do all that I can to stop
this horror in the wild, wild remote waters of the ironically designated Southern
Whale Sanctuary.

Where she blows is where she dies and the killers justify their criminality in the
name of national pride. The whales are dying for criminal profits and the Sheriff
is missing in action leaving only us "compassionate criminals" in these waters to
protect the gentle giants from the savagery of our own kind.



Captain Paul Watson
Master - The Steve Irwin
Master - The Farley Mowat
Founder and President of the
Sea Shepherd Conservation Society.
www.Seashepherd.org