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Harambe, Parents and Kids

Harambe was a captive male Western Lowland gorilla, a critically endangered species in the wild, was shot and killed after a child climbed into his enclosure at the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden and fell into the moat. On September 18, 2014, Harambe was transferred to the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden to learn adult gorilla behavior and join a new social group. On May 28, 2016, a day after his 17th birthday, Harambe was shot to death after a three-year-old boy entered Harambe's enclosure. The incident was recorded by a bystander and uploaded to YouTube , where the video went viral . Zoo director Thane Maynard stated, "The child was being dragged around ... His head was banging on the concrete. Another expert denied this, saying Harambe was not a danger to the child. Another tragid Event. Lane’ s parents watched Tuesday night as the alligator grabbed their son in the shallows of the lake and dragged him deeper into the water , officials said . The father, Matt Graves , rushed into the water and grabbed desperately for the boy; Graves cut his hand while attempting to wrestle Lane away from the gator but was unable to save his son. This marked the third tragedy to strike the Orlando area in less than a week. On Friday, 22 - year- old Christina Grimmie, a former finalist on NBC’ s “ The Voice, ” was shot and killed by a deranged fan while signing autographs after a concert in the city. Less than 48 hours later , 49 people were massacred and 53 were wounded inside an Orlando gay nightclub in the deadliest mass shooting in U. S . history. Witnesses said the family was on the beach and the boy's 4- year-old sister was in a playpen about 20 or 30 yards from the water on the sand, Demings said. Matt Graves wrestled the alligator in an effort to save his son, Demings said. I read a provocative comments from US residents, making silly jest out of the two scenarios saying "The Florida Alligator is on a revenge mission for Harambe". It should have originated from a mean mind. So insensitive to how the Graves Family will be in just few days to when they lost their son. Kids are always kids Kids are kids...but I think it's the zoos' responsibility to ensure the safety of their visitors. That means making sure that exhibits are childproof. Negligent Parents shouldn't be spared in this discussion. No body prays for such, but I think Harambe and Grave's scenarios are preventable cases, it can be averted. Eyes should be on kids in such a risky but fun-filled experience. Professionalism Safety measures should take into account the unpredictability of small children. Secondary barriers, like the multiple layers of glass and metal frames used by several zoos around the world, and a better way of notifying zoo staff immediately might improve safety. Thanks for reading this thread. My name is Ayomide Abiona (ayoabiona.blogspot.com) This article was written to support the intentions of parents making their kids happy by going out on picnics, holidays, tours, visiting interesting places and beautiful sites. We can't because of Harambe and stop kids from having first hand view of the natural/conserved habitats. Wonders of nature thrill kids. Lane Graves will be forever remembered. Parents that spends beautiful moments with their kids are our real heroes. Help share this post, tag all kids and parents in your contact. Help spread the word. #kidswithParents #DadMomandKids #mykids #kidshealth #parents #kids #im

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