The Philadelphia Zoo has long been a part of my life.
I remember stampeding out of dad’s ‘65 Tempest with my sister, racing ahead of mom and dad, elephant keys in hand, then laughing hysterically as dad impersonated the grunting of the walrus; I remember mom’s embarrassment as she pulled my sister and me away from the male kangaroo who was lounging in his enclosure, sprawled out like Burt Reynolds in that Cosmo centerfold, pleasuring himself.
I remember pulling up to the Zoo in my ‘83 EXP with unfounded pride to spend the day with long forgotten acquaintances, then scratching my head about the new Okapi. I remember snide comments about the wild boar not seeming so wild, seeming more of a “bore” than a “boar.”
I remember sheepishly approaching the ‘86 Grand Am driven to the zoo by my future wife the day I met her kids for the first time (less than 1 year later we became a family) - I won’t lie, I have no recollection of the animals we saw at the zoo that day.
I remember parking my ‘94 Saturn on the road behind the Zoo reserved for employees and volunteers, outside of normal business hours, and having the lion cubs stalk me from their special enclosure as I headed to the Volunteer Office; I remember the time I actually saw the polar bears swimming!
And I remember just a couple of months back unpacking our 3 year old granddaughter from the ‘15 Volvo, pointing out to her both the “big” Zoo balloon which she more eruditely proclaimed to be “enormous” and the “cave” in the birdhouse which she more insightfully labeled an “igloo.” And I will never forget her face as she marveled at the penguins just like her mom did years ago.
So it was only natural for me to pick up David Grazian’s American Zoo when I read of his connection to the Philadelphia Zoo.
I have to admit the book wasn’t the feel-good treat I was expecting. Rather, it is an academic, thoughtfully presented sociological examination of American Zoos. I also admit that over the years I have had some pangs of guilt about zoo animals - like the time years ago when I almost suffocated as I watched either an anteater or an aardvark walk back and forth against the front wall of its small, sparse enclosure.
Are we doing zoo animals a disservice? Grazian discusses.
Are zoos pandering for money at the expense of their mission? Grazian discusses.
Do zoos have the wrong mission? Grazian discusses.
Are animal rights activists misguided? Grazian discusses.
Are “bunny huggers” full of a saccharine sentimentality while mourning zookeepers who pen odes to a recently deceased animal good-hearted and devoted to their charges? Grazian discusses.
Should female zookeepers earn what male zookeepers earn, and should all zookeepers be better paid? Damn straight, and Grazian discusses.
Even after reading American Zoo I doubt I know the definitive answer to any of these questions - except the equal and better pay no-brainer. Kudos though to Grazian for a thoughtful work which raises many important questions. Here’s what I do know: the zookeepers at the Philadelphia Zoo (and I’m sure all the other zoos as well) love their charges and provide the best care possible; the Zoo is run by well-intentioned people who may or may not wear high heels and throw a champagne party at times to raise funds; the animal enclosures are much more interesting to the animals than they were years ago. Here’s what I think: sending the zoo animals back to the wild is as desirable as some well-meaning advanced alien sending me back to the wild to free my captive soul; I think it would be ideal if zoos could somehow lead a movement to buy up green spaces in and around the city and keep them undeveloped to help curb urban sprawl and other anthropocene fallout; I think our species is having so many deleterious effects on the planet that fretting over zoos which are caring for animals that could no longer exist anywhere else is not a big payback issue; I think there are some uncertified zoos out there which should be shut down.
Beyond all Grazian’s questions and opinions, and beyond the many ideas the book had me mulling, I think it a special gift that, thanks to many good and caring people, I have zoo memories going back over a half century which make me smile. That’s well worth the price of admission to me.