I’m ashamed to say it now, but I used to love going to the zoo. As a child, it felt like an exciting day out—ice cream in hand, walking from cage to cage, staring at animals from around the world. Back then, I didn’t question it. Most of us didn’t.
But today, I look at this image—this monkey behind bars with sad, soulful eyes—and it breaks something inside me. The words hit even harder: “A zoo is the only place where all the prisoners are innocent.”
It wasn’t okay. It’s still not okay.
We turn the captivity of innocent beings into family outings, photo ops, and souvenirs. And yet, the real prison is in our minds—our inability or refusal to see the cruelty behind the spectacle.
It’s not natural. It’s not education. It’s entertainment at the cost of a soul that never chose this life.
This has to stop. The least we can do is start by seeing it for what it really is.
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