The Great White Shark.
It weighs more than two tons. It has 230 sharp, flesh ripping teeth. It can attack its unsuspecting prey with stealth and incredible speed. Man and animals alike fear the Great White, and for a reason. It’s a killer.
But sometimes I feel bad for Great White Sharks. I mean, they don’t know that they are what they are. They don’t know that they are horrible, scary, hurtful, dangerous fish. They just think they’re fish, and they just do what they instinctually do to survive. They don’t think about it first. They don’t plot and scheme. Their biggest crime is getting hungry and handling it the only way they know how. And unfortunately, sometimes people get caught in their crosshairs.
We haven’t done much to help the Great White Shark. Spielberg put a horribly murderous face onto the species. He gave us all a monster to hate and loathe and fear. One that could (and would) attack anyone at any moment. One that acts not out of instinct, but out of aggression. Hollywood, and the world, has only engorged those ideas ever since.
Who cares? They’re just sharks right?
I think some people are like Great White Sharks.