My name is Deanna Krantz. I was born and raised in Minnesota, but I spent a good part of my adult life in New York, Washington, D.C., India, and many other places on a map of the world. Helping animals has been my greatest joy and my greatest sorrow—my apotheosis and my nemesis. I cannot remember a time when I was not touched by a suffering creature: I thought this was a normal response that would be shared by all humankind. Without thinking about it (as if there was a choice to help or not to help), I simply acted to alleviate the suffering, the terror, or the fear. I now do this in India.
I do not consider myself “involved in animal rights issues.” I think that the labeling of one’s innate concern for animals can be sidetracked by this philosophical/intellectual pursuit. We have gone from animal welfare to animal protection to animal rights. The only progress I see is more books and more conferences: trying to redefine ourselves. I feel it is a tremendous waste of time and resources and only points to our insecurity.
Rather than donning some sturdy work clothes and working in-field where the animals need our help, we engage in endless dialogue, trying to determine if animals can even have rights. I prefer working in the jungle with my staff, performing a Caesarian on a cow in the middle of the night by firelight or flashlight, rather than meeting someone for dinner in Washington, D.C., to discuss how we can help animals. My