Posted @withrepost • @mitty I watched as hunters brought the dead mother of this baby to the village. They had shot her with arrows and she was destined to feed the many hungry mouths in the village. From her arms, a baby monkey had been pried and still alive, it was also brought to the village. One of the kids claimed it as a pet and for the next couple of days, the baby monkey clung to the boy’s hair, who tried to feed it small pieces of fruit and seeds, until either because of the shock of losing its mother or simply because it was too young to survive on its own, he too died. I always feel very helpless when confronted with what seems like cruelty and disregard for suffering and I often have to remind myself that people that survive by scratching a living from the jungle and who live thousands of miles away from any other civilization, live by a different set of rules. I try not to impose my own values and opinions on their lives as I have no idea of what suffering and privations they too must undergo. The more time I spend with indigenous people the more I realize that they are not cruel, as they take no joy or pleasure in seeing animals suffering, they are just surviving and we cannot judge them for that. That doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t break for this baby monkey. #worldmonkeyday @chamiltonjames https://www.instagram.com/p/CIzn3OlACvd/?igshid=cg6msouf4jq3