I was reading an article this morning about the baby panda, Bei Bei, at the National Zoo. The little guy made his unofficial debut with the press recently and everybody was ga-ga over his feeble attempts to find his legs. Bei Bei's name means "precious treasure," and he is as cute as can be. But I couldn't help thinking, as I looked at the faces of his keepers who are already lamenting that he'll be returned to China at age four, about all the "precious treasures" murdered under China's population control policy. Is a baby panda really more of a "precious treasure" than a tiny human infant created in God's image and likeness?
