Speaking out on Injustice


Write about a time when you felt like you had to speak out against an injustice or did speak out against an injustice.

There have been so many things that I have wanted to speak out on but never did. There have been countless times when I have been sitting in front of my television yelling at the screen, crossing my fingers, wishing that the people on the other end could hear me and would listen.

For instance: The Great Canadian Seal Hunt.
How can such acts be legal? No, not the fact that they kill the seals because it’s natural humanly and beastly behaviour, but in the nature of the way they slaughter these animals. To me it completely defies the rules of animal rights. I’m all for the fashion and food you receive but in no way do I find it right.

In my opinion the proper way to obtain the seal skin/produce would be to wait until the animal dies from natural causes and/or a non human inflicted injury/illness. Instead, the hunters who come out to the Seal Hunt wait until every last bit of fur has fallen off the cubs, otherwise its illegal. Then they proceed to scout out perfect seals and club them to death.

It only takes about two or three beats to the head to kill the seals but the damages they receive are horrendous. Gashes and deep wounds are left on the seals bodies and skulls. Pools of blood cover the ice of the arctic and rotting carcases-skinned-lay, sprawled out in un-natural positions.

Sure, this may make the availability of seal product decrease, but for me and a lot of other animal right activists as well as any person in general, it leaves our thoughts at ease, and saves the lives of many innocent seals. I’m positive there are multiple alternatives to real seal skin coats and anything else the seal skin is used for.

For those who are interested, this is me.



Hello, my name is Kaitlyn.
I am sixteen years old and my birthday is September thirteenth.
I was born in Canada and I am still living there.
My ethnic backgrounds include Guyanese; South American and distant Portuguese.
My father was born in Georgetown, Guyana and my mother in Canada.
I have family living all over the world.
Some live in Guyana, Portugal, and Barbados, but mostly in Canada.

I have a cat named Molly and a dog named Shyanne.
I have a sister named Angela with a husband named Bob.
They have two children both girls.
I also have a brother named Ben who has four children.
Two girls and two boys.
Yes, I am an Aunt. And I have been since I was two.
I don’t get to see that part of my family much or the rest of my family really,
But when we get together I never want them to go.

In elementary school I changed schools half way and when to another school for grade six.
I am now in highschool in grade eleven.
Highschool was a big change for me.
I gained and lost friends; failed and succeeded.
I made mistakes and learnt from them.

I’m the type of person who gives anyone and everyone a multitude of chances.
I hate to let go.
I can forgive but I will never forget.
I don’t know when to shut my mouth.
I can honestly admit to talking shit to get a reaction out of people.
I love attention. Good and bad.
I live life like no ones watching and judging.
I sing. I dance… Not well. And I cheer.
I love everyone. I talk to everyone. And everyone is my friend.
I accept people no matter what.
I trust people way too easily.
I’m 4’10 and 147 pounds.
I have naturally curly brown hair and brown eyes with olive complexion.

I’m scared of the dark, mascots, and critters; caterpillars, butterflies, and ladybugs.
I love thunder storms and scary movies.
I shop every weekend.
I text a lot and spend way too much time watching reality TV.
I believe in God/Jesus, yet at the same time, I am an Atheist and believe in Witchcraft.
I believe in: Karma, dreams, ask and you shall receive, what you see is not what you get, believe and achieve, do only for yourself, donate to charity, and keep smiling.
I constantly change my mind.
I have A.D.D/Cloudy brain syndrome, anxiety, and a hyperactive disorder.
I’m allergic to dairy, wheat, soy, cod, tree moss, dust, ceclor, egg yolk, sugar, and aspartame.

To wrap up my life…
I’m not mature at all. I hate the word fat.
And I laugh and love easily.