12 November 2014
Allegations of corruption and mismanagement are shocking, since this oasis for the people has important conservation and historical roles.
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(Sections edited out by The Star are in red)
I like our Zoo Negara. In fact I like it a
lot.
If one goes early in the morning, just
after it opens, the crowds are sparse and one can wander around at leisure. It
is a very nice place to walk around too. Large shady trees mean it does not get
too hot and when there are few people about, it is actually very peaceful.
Looking at the animals is fun of course.
Generally speaking the enclosures are well thought out and naturalistic and the
animals look healthy. Not to say that there can’t be improvements. The penguin
enclosure is quite sad; it looks cramped and in need of a serious upgrade. And
the monkeys and gibbons would be green with envy if they could see how much
better the apes have it. While the chimpanzees and orang-utans have huge
true-to-life open enclosures, the moneys and gibbons are in drab, albeit fairly
spacious, cages.
Right now, the main attraction is of course
the pandas. I can’t remember their names (they have two different names each
from what I can tell), but they are very cute. They live in their spanking new
purpose built air conditioned home and look like lazy tai-tais lounging around
their luxury palace. The male panda reminded me of my students as he sat
leaning against a rock with his head in his paws. Many young men take exactly that
same position as they nap in my class.
That is not to say the other animals are
not exciting to observe. The last time I was there, the white tiger fancied
himself as a bit of star, leaping into his moat acrobatically to the thrill of
the watchers. I was half expecting him (or her, I can’t tell) to strike a pose
after each leap. And once I saw an amorous giant tortoise. Believe me, there is
nothing quite as funny as a randy giant tortoise. By the time he clambered onto
the female, I think she had fallen asleep.
It was an unpleasant surprise therefore
when I read about complaints against the Zoo lodged with the MACC which suggest
corruption, poor treatment of animals and mismanagement. I have not seen the
report and the Minister in charge has said the claims are “being verified”.
Well, I hope they are “verified” as soon as
possible. The Zoo is more than just an example of ex-situ conservation (as
espoused by the Biological Diversity Convention of which we are a party), but
it is also an important historic institution with an essential role to play for
the people of this country.
Lest we forget, the zoo was the brainchild
of Tunku Abdul Rahman who said that the people of the city needed a place where
they can go and relax and enjoy themselves with their families. Learning
something from the experience is also a bonus (for example I didn’t know that
pandas once lived in Myanmar and Vietnam).
Tunku understood the need for a natural
peaceful oasis that people can retreat to and if I am not mistaken he had in
mind all the people, not just the wealthy. It is important therefore that the
zoo is run well. From a humanitarian point of view, the animals must be well
cared for. On a social point of view, the zoo cannot be an elitist treat.
Keeping the price low means of course we can’t compete with the top zoos of the world. I don’t really care about that. I think it more important that apart from providing a sanctuary to animals, a zoo also plays a role in providing a community service. You can’t do that with astronomical prices.
So if those prices can be kept low if we manage the zoo better and if there is no corruption, and if that same good governance means the animals are better cared for, then action must be taken. Perhaps it is not that big an issue for many, considering the “wealth” of problems we are faced with.
Perhaps. But as I wandered around the zoo
enjoying the sights sounds and yes, the smells, along with many ordinary
Malaysians, it was a moment when I did not have to think of the political,
economic, societal and legal rubbish that occurs in this country. Instead I
could smile at the antics of the animals. I don’t know about anyone else, but
that tiny escape means a lot.
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