Tales from the Crypt - Welcome to the Beaches of Newfoundland

By Captain Paul Watson

The indescribable horror of the massive Canadian slaughter of seals continues. Each day hundreds of redolent, bloated, and blistered bodies of baby seals are washing up on beaches on the Northeastern coast of Newfoundland.

The Canadian Department of Fisheries and Oceans has reported finding over 1,700 bodies around Port aux Choix, Newfoundland alone. There are so many dead, rotting corpses that it is presenting a health threat to the town of Port aux Choix.

These are not the skinned corpses of seals slaughtered on the ice. These are complete bodies with decomposing pelts and blubber. The stench is nauseating and the sight of all the young rotting corpses is horrific.

The Canadian Department of Fisheries is saying they are investigating the cause of death and have suggested that the dead seals are the victims of the ferocious storms that battered the Northern coast of Newfoundland and prevented the sealers from killing for the first three days of the scheduled seal "hunt."

There is another reason that these seals may have died. Many seals are shot and die beneath the ice and are not recovered, nor are they included in the quota.

The thousands of seals rotting on the beaches of Newfoundland will not be included in the quota either, nor will the numbers affect the decision for setting the quota for next year.

As Canadian Minister of Natural Resources John Efford has balefully said, "...the more they kill, the more I will love it."

And the Minister must be reveling joyfully today at the sight of so much carnage along with the knowledge that the official number of 320,000 young dead seals killed by his club-swinging, darling barbarians has been supplemented by the additional kills now polluting the beaches of Newfoundland.   

In only two months, the peaceful, beautiful, and resplendently innocent world of the harps seals - of snowy white babies and attentive mothers - has been transformed into screams of agony, convulsing bleeding corpses, wide-eyed shocked mother seals, and today a beach of rotting little bodies infested with maggots and worms.

This is the work of those rapacious killers who call themselves both Christian and civilized.  

This summer when tourists go to Newfoundland, I wonder how many will realize that when they walk the beach in bare feet that only a few months before, the beaches stank as they do today, with sourness of death and the echoes of horror. Will all the little skulls and skeletons remain on the beaches or will they be tidied up by the Tourism Ministry? Will the stench still be sticking like glue to the sand and rocks? And will the wind at night carry the ghostly wails of the dead from offshore, the place where so many short young lives were so cruelly and viciously snuffed in mid-April?

It matters not if they see or smell the death that pollutes the beaches, it is enough that the stain of their death will linger.

For as bad as the decaying stench of death that fouls the fetid air of the beaches of Newfoundland is, the stench of Canada's merciless shame is already wafting around the world, and like a Banshee's wail, the cry is becoming stronger as a movement of anger, revulsion, and action greets all things Canadian.

Canada knows not what they have done. Not yet. But nature's law dictates that for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. The reaction to the actions of cruelty and slaughter is building and it will be felt by all Canadians but most especially those citizens that dwell on that damnable rock called Newfoundland.

Newfoundland, the place where even the indigenous people the Beothuk were slaughtered to the last tribal member, where the Newfoundland wolf and the Labrador Duck were obliterated, where the white bear and the pilot whale were extirpated, and where a stranded whale once died horribly as the townspeople of Burgeo pumped hundreds of rounds of lead into her - for their perverse amusement.

It truly amazes me that after inflicting so much death and suffering to the natural world, after violently assaulting my crew and after years where I have been beaten and my crew threatened that the media of Newfoundland and Canada retaliates by suggesting that it is we who are violent for opposing their violence, that it is we who are evil for opposing their evil and that it is we who are unethical for opposing their slaughter and cruelty. 

But the truth will eventually prevail and the record demonstrates that our side in the Seal Wars have never caused a death or inflicted an injury. 

"Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the Earth."

One thing for sure, Jesus Christ was not referring to the sealers of Newfoundland when he made that statement.