Countering SunSentinel.com’s Pit Bull Ban Proposal

Originally published on Examiner.com.

I take great issue with SunSentinel.com’s recent article by Gary Stein, Ban pit bulls – they don’t belong here.

I fervently oppose a pit bull ban in Florida, or any other state for that matter. Secondly, Mr. Stein failed to support his views with any credible evidence about breed specific legislation.

Pit bulls are a misunderstood breed.

All across the United States breed specific legislation, which is more commonly referred to as “BSL,” is being enacted against pit bulls.

There is a lot of controversy and opacity surrounding BSL. The legislation has been fueled by hysteria and ignorance about the breed, and the media has heavy-handedly portrayed pit bulls as vicious, child-mauling monsters.

People like myself who are against BSL believe that placing the blame on pit bulls alone is meaningless. The breed of dog responsible for the most serious bites and attacks changes from year to year. In the 70’s it was the Doberman Pinscher, followed by the German shepherd in the 80’s and the Rottweiler in the 90’s.

Randall Lockwood, a senior vice-president of the A.S.P.C.A. and one of the country’s leading dogbite experts, told Malcolm Gladwell in his 2006 New Yorker article, Troublemakers, that he’s seen virtually every breed involved in fatalities, including Pomeranians and everything else. “I don’t think I even saw my first pit-bull case until the middle to late nineteen-eighties, and I didn’t start seeing Rottweilers until I’d already looked at a few hundred fatal dog attacks. Now those dogs make up the preponderance of fatalities. The point is that it changes over time. It’s a reflection of what the dog of choice is among people who want to own an aggressive dog,” he said.

Mr. Gladwell points out that when we say that pit bulls are dangerous, we are making a generalization, just as insurance companies use generalizations when they charge young men more for car insurance than the rest of us (even though many young men are perfectly good drivers), and doctors use generalizations when they tell overweight middle-aged men to get their cholesterol checked (even though many overweight middle-aged men won’t experience heart trouble).

Thus the opacity that I referred to earlier. Mr. Gladwell also points out that pit-bull bans involve a category problem, too, because pit bulls, as it happens, aren’t a single breed. The term refers to several breeds of dog in the Molosser family. The breeds most often placed in this category are the American Pit Bull Terrier, the American Staffordshire Terrier, and Staffordshire Bull Terrier. These three breeds share a square and muscular body, a short snout, and a sleek, short-haired coat.

The Humane Society of the United States stipulates that while breed may be one factor that contributes to a dog’s temperament, it alone cannot be used to predict whether a dog may pose a danger to his or her community. A September 2000 study published in the Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association further illustrates this point. The report details dog bite related fatalities in the United States from 1979 through 1998, and reveals that over the nineteen years examined in the study at least 25 different breeds or crossbreeds of dogs were involved in fatally wounding human beings. Breeds cited, range from oft-maligned pit bulls and Rottweilers to the legendary “forever loyal” breed of St. Bernards. The study was conducted by a group of veterinarians, medical doctors, and psychology and public health experts.

It is estimated that there are over 4.5 million dog bites each year. However, according to the HSUS, this is just an estimate since there is no central reporting agency for dog bites.

Mr. Gladwell cites a 1991 study in Denver that compared 178 dogs with a history of biting people with a random sample of 178 dogs with no history of biting. The breeds were scattered: German shepherds, Akitas, and Chow Chows were among those most heavily represented. (There were no pit bulls among the biting dogs in the study, because Denver banned pit bulls in 1989.) But a number of other, more stable factors stand out. The biters were 6.2 times as likely to be male than female, and 2.6 times as likely to be intact than neutered. The Denver study also found that biters were 2.8 times as likely to be chained as unchained.

The study concludes that about 20 percent of the dogs involved in fatalities were chained at the time, and had a history of long-term chaining, while Mr. Lockwood points out that the animals in the study did not have an opportunity to become socialized to people. “They don’t necessarily even know that children are small human beings. They tend to see them as prey,” he said.

Mr. Gladwell’s Troublemakers is an in-depth account of what pit bulls can teach us about profiling. It is the type of article that one expects from The New Yorker: a researched, thought-out, well-considered analysis of the facts. It is also the type of article that one would expect to come out of the Sun Sentinel, a paper owned by the Tribune Company. Unfortunately, not only did Mr. Stein fail to support his views with any credible statistics, his work is littered with grammatical errors, too.

As a writer I have a hard time taking seriously the work of a “journalist” or fellow writer who hasn’t taken the time to use the spell check on his computer or learned the basic grammatical rules of the English language. It would seem that, regardless of one’s opinions, feelings or politics, this would be the very first step in publishing an opinion-based editorial.

But at the end of the day what matters is respect for life. Not just human life, but that of animals, too. And yes, that includes pit bulls.

So if you haven’t participated in Mr. Stein’s unfounded survey and you’d like to vote “No, pit bulls are good pets that unofrtunately suffer from a bad reputation,” then please click here.

Saving money & the earth

Let’s face it, as much as women hate cleaning, it’s a great stress reducer, not to mention an effective way to burn calories, too. Before I used to clean with Seventh Generation Products my allergies while cleaning made the experience deplorable. My mother always used to say I was allergic to cleaning. If only I was!

Even though dust can make even the most allergen-free sneeze from time to time, I am a firm believer that using cleaning products heavy with chemicals is also part of the problem. And that is why I no longer do.

My husband and I are HUGE fans of Seventh Generation Products. It has become quite the staple under the sink with other cleaning supplies that it’s hard to imagine what the old days were like when I cleaned with products like Windex and KitchenAid.

I came across this coupon to share with everyone. Their products might be a bit pricier than some of the run-of-the-mill products you’re used to, but buying socially responsible cleaning products that are gentle and non-irritating (if you have kids that’s a plus) as well as easy on the environment and free of animal-testing, will save you money in the long run.

The Gloves That Got Me

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. What can I say, I got married and have been having a ball. Seriously, I have. But I also had to take a step back and prioritize my priorities – if there even is such a thing.

While I have always been an “animal lover,” this past year has been an awakening for me in the animal rights and rescue movement, one of which I think I have been emotionally committed to, but am now physically, too. Friends often ask me when I became “like this.” The question, I believe, is a delicate way of not really knowing what to call it.

Though I haven’t eaten meat since I was 18, I only gave up chicken and turkey this year. In Nigeria, where I was born and raised, I was vaguely aware that animals were not treated kindly, and that affected me. Even my family’s dogs, German Shepherds, were banished to the outdoors to sleep at night. Goats were hung and slaughtered under the large tree adjacent to the sandbox that I played in. As a result, it was a constant struggle to get me to eat goat meat. That explains the vegetarianism.

When I was 24, I saw a man beat a stray dog with a wooden pole in the streets of Casablanca. I pleaded with him to stop in broken-Moroccan (French and Arabic), which only enraged him more. “A woman telling me what to do? An American, no less,” is what I imagined did it. That explains my growing interest in Dominion and how it pertains to animals — and those who know me, know I am not a religious person. Convincing other cultures, where often animals are far worse off than they are in the United States, that an animal has rights, as I tried with the Moroccan man, does not work. Matthew Scully, the author of Dominion, The Power of Man, the Suffering of Animals, and the Call to Mercy says that only conscience, perhaps only the fear of God Almighty, could make such a man draw back.

Not long ago my mother gave me a stack of papers that my late-grandmother had kept of all my letters, cards and writings over the years. Within the papers, I found what is perhaps most telling about my awakening: A fiction story I wrote in elementary school about an injured frog that a little girl discovers while walking home from school one day. The girl brings the frog home in her coat pocket and conceals it in an empty shoe box for fear of her father finding out. She begins to nurse him back to health, or in the frog’s case, until he can hop again. She encounters a few close calls with her older brother who threatens to tell, and another with one of the household cats. Eventually the frog heals and she releases him into the wild in the woods behind the school yard. This explains my role in animal rescue. I was doing it at a tender age even in my subconscious, and am still doing it today.

So what does this all have to do with this blog which is about getting me to write rather than shop? It means that there is a good chance this blog could take a meandering course. So if you’re an old reader I hope you will forgive me, and if you’re a new one, I hope you will stay. While I will still shop and blog about the frivolousness of doing so, there is a good chance it won’t be about python-embossed Jimmy Choo’s. The move towards cutting all meat out of my diet is slowly being followed by converting my wardrobe and beauty essentials to socially-responsible, sustainable, vegan-friendly products.

It occurred to me that this was necessary when I bought a pair of Carolina Amato leather driver gloves late last year. They were gorgeous, fun and bold. But I overlooked the fact that they were made out of goat leather. When they arrived in the mail there was no denying that the gloves had the distinct, pungent smell of death. I put them on and cried. First, because I knew they had to go back, and second, because a new kind of awareness about shopping had been born.

The Longest Letter on The Wall in Palestine

The Palestinian/Israeli struggle is one that is near and dear to my heart, as my father is Palestinian, which makes me, half Palestinian as well. But because I was born in Africa and raised in New York without a religion and no Arabic speaking skills to show for it, I’ve always felt somewhat removed from this important lineage.

In 2002, Israel started building the barrier–part concrete, part chain-link fence–to prevent suicide bombers crossing over from the West Bank. When it is finished, it will be more than 400 miles long, zigzagging deep into Palestinian territory. The Palestinians like to say, true or not, that the wall can be seen from outer space.

Thanks to a group of Dutch and Palestinian activists, people can now immortalize their words on the wall without a passport. For $40, you can compose a message at www.sendamessage.nl, and a trio of Palestinian graffiti artists will spray your words on the wall and e-mail you a photo as proof. The only restriction: no messages of hate or anti-Semitism. 

When I read this, it was a no-brainer. I was going to get a spot on the longest open letter on the wall in Palestine for my father. I received photos of my leter yesterday which were emailed directly to me and directly to my dad, as a surprise.
This is the email I got from him:
Dools, this is something, I want to talk to you but I am still crying and I do not want to cry in my office, it is so moving, it touched my heart deep and proper, thank you sweet heart, one day you will see it and you will understand how beautiful that part of the world is. Love dad…

Cats & Dogs in Need of Homes… ASAP!

Krypto is a pit-lab mix who is deaf. He desperately needs someone to be his lifelong guide.

I received horrible news last night from a colleague I used to work with at Animal Haven, a non-profit animal shelter in New York City. Animal Haven recently went from being a no-kill shelter to a limited-intake adoption center with the possibility of humane euthanasia. I am posting this note in hopes of reaching someone who may be in the market to adopt, at this point rescue, a cat or dog.

Please, please, please contact me directly if you or someone you know can provide a good home to these animals. Or contact the shelter directly at 212-274-8511.

My Election Day 2008

Election Day began with the promise of change and the sound of my alarm clock beeping promptly at 5:45 in the morning. My husband took our dog downstairs to relieve herself while I hazily dressed in shorts and running shoes. We hit the road running, literally, at 6:30, and were in line at the polls by 6:35. The plan was to cast our vote and continue our morning run over the Brooklyn Bridge. What better way to jump start what was easily one of the most important dates in history, and in my life?

 

 

The lines at the polls were hundreds deep, and yet they had only been open 35 minutes. Even though lines annoy most New Yorker’s, they happen to be used to them, and so I found it humbling to join a line of people who were also in the mood for change. Needless to say, we never got to run over the bridge that morning. After waiting in line for 1 hour and 45 minutes there was only enough time to run home and get ready for work.

 

 

It was a long day in the office, simply because my Republican coworkers compensated for their election anxiety by teasing and making comments about my choice of candidates. I came home feeling defeated, and yet I knew in my heart there were no losers even if Barack Obama didn’t win. His candidacy alone represented progress.

 

 

For the last eight years the sight of the American flag has left me feeling both proud and embarrassed. But on Election Day, standing in line at the polls, I wanted to wrap myself in one, so as to be closer to the possibility and hope that permeated throughout the campaign.(Not to mention it was also cold standing there in running shorts!)

 

 

Our dog, a rescue who has two broken elbows and gets her bandages changed every Tuesday, came home from the vet decked out in a red, white and blue cast with stars all over it. Even my canine companion took part in the overwhelming patriotism of that day.

 

 

That evening we remained confined to our apartment and glued to our television screen. Friends of ours who live in the building and who recently moved from Michigan were coming over for dinner, and what we hoped would be celebratory drinks… an election party of sorts.

 

 

We gently berated the couple, who were Obama supporters, for not representing Michigan in the election, where their votes would have counted more. But it was inspiring to listen to the wife retell her three-hour experience on line at the polls. It was her first time voting – not because she was finally of age or because she just got her citizenship, but rather because it was the first time that she cared to.

 

 

I went from eating Thai food to eating my fingernails as many of the 50 states began to light up in blue. I uncorked a second bottle of wine after Obama took Pennsylvania. And then it happened. I’ll never forget Brian Williams’ victory announcement, “Eleven o’clock p.m. on the East coast, we’re back on the air and we have news: there will be young children in the White House for the first time since the Kennedy generation. An African-American has broken the barrier as old as the republic…” I kissed my husband, saw our friends well up in tears and immediately changed my status on FaceBook to reflect the pride I was feeling at that moment.

 

 

I called and woke up my father who went to bed thinking the results would not be in until the middle of the night, and told him the news. We watched John McCain’s graceful concession speech and waited patiently to see and hear from the new President Elect of the United States.

 

 

Then we joined the streets of Brooklyn where strangers hugged, danced and cheered. It was there that I was reminded of what is so peculiar and yet so familiar about being bound to strangers by such massive events in history – I had not been witness to something as profound and as shared, since 9/11.

 

 

Election night ended the same way it began, with the promise of change. Only the beeping I heard wasn’t coming from my alarm clock when I laid in bed that night, but from the cars on the streets below, celebrating the historic victory.

Ella’s Blog

As I wrote in an earlier post, we recently rescued a pitbull who we named Ella. A victim of animal cruelty, she was left in the entrance to Brooklyn Animal Care & Control (a high kill shelter) in late March with two broken front legs.

We’ve been hit by many challenges with this new family member coming into our lives. Some of them foreseeable, some of them not. Besides having to potty train her, like you would any dog who has spent time in an animal shelter, Ella was home only one week before we learned that the surgery on her front legs failed.

Ella’s is now back at 5th Ave. Vet Hospital having surgery for the third time. She has been gone from the apartment, (which has become so eerily quiet without her), since Wednesday.

We have carved out Ella’s own little spot on the blogosphere, which will be devoted solely to her. And because she loves to be the center of everyone’s attention, we know she would be pleased. For updates on Ella, please feel free to stop by from time to time. http://ellaselbows.com/