I happened to find this documentary quite unexpectedly, and quickly told my group members. I then proceeded to email my Humanities teacher, asking if we could count this as a fieldwork. At promptly 8:58 pm, EST, I tuned into the Discovery Channel, to watch the Racing Extinction documentary. I was appalled at what I saw. As most documententaries do, it covered a specific range of topics: climate change and extinction and how they were interdependently interactive. I remember watching about how they put a filter on everything that allowed us to see carbon dioxide emissions. I saw how much went in the air, how it came out of everything I saw. The people, the cars, the buses, the airplanes, the factories. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was inescapably filthy. I tried to breathe into a pillow, to limit how much I released into the atmosphere. I realize now that that was a paltry amount if anything, and I soon felt a little light-headed. I watched the rest of the documentary for as long as I could before I had to sleep. I saw how many animals were killed for commercial profit. There was a restaurant at one point that had sold whale meat before activists shut it down. Less than two days prior to watching this, I had heard that Japan was planning to go whaling again, for a goal of 333 minke whales, purportedly for ‘research purposes’ even though it was perfectly fine to tag them. I saw the people who were involved in the film to travel to China, and saw a black market, full of endangered species. There was also a massive shark fin market, and I saw how they had taken a shark and simply cut off all its fins, and dropped it back into the ocean. I watched it struggle to swim, struggle to avoid death. I watched it die. I also watched as they showed a simulation of how the emissions we make, having been absorbed into the ocean, made it acidic and how it affects the animal life. They dropped seashells into vinegar. The seashells dissolved. No more finding shells on the beach. I saw the great manta rays, with their gills cut out and dried, because the shark industry was failing. I want to tell people that this is what’s going on in the world and how it’s my fault, and their fault, and it’s all our faults. We are not innocent because we have done nothing, we are guilty precisely because we have done nothing. I want to show them at least a part of that video. I would like to try and see how many decisions and choices I can change, starting with people I know and then branching out.