Underdogs

 I seem to always empathesize with and root for the underdog.  I’m not sure why, maybe because I feel I’ve been somewhat of an underdog in my lifetime.  I grew up poor, made some bad choices in my younger years and now here I sit, umemployed and no prospects. 

I saw a program on TV about the 22 pit bulls rescued from Michael Vick’s property when he was arrested.  I cannot believe anyone would do what he allowed to be done to these poor animals.  If he could do that to an animal I don’t believe he would be too far from doing it to a human.  It is heartbreaking because it focused on about five of the pit bulls and showed how they were trying to rehabilitate them.  One dog was a “bait” dog.  The other dogs would practice their fighting skills on him and he was afraid to move.  When he was rescued at first they had to carry him everywhere because he was too afraid to get up and walk.  He was badly scarred and very pathetic.

Another dog had been bred over and over and her teeth had all been extracted so she couldn’t bite any of the males they were trying to mate with her.

One had been so badly abused it tried to attack any human it came into contact with.  Pit bulls look kind of mean anyway so if  you see one wanting to attack they are particularly ferocious looking.  The place that rescued them believes all dogs can be rehabilitated and they proved it in this case.  Oh not completely.  The attacker only bonded with one person and will only tolerate others if this person introduces him to them. 

The scared one is still timid but does get up and  do some socializing.  However, I am horrified by what I saw and of course I am on the side of the animals, the underdogs.

Today I saw the movie “Pride” on TV.  It is based on a true story.  It was a good movie but it again shows the struggle that African-Americans had to go through to attain any kind of equality and the cruelty with which they were treated.  No, there was no KKK or anything, but just to be treated like they were less than human or didn’t deserve fair and equal treatment not only breaks my heart, it makes my blood boil.   Sometimes I’m ashamed to be caucasian.

JMHO