Visit the Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone in Laos’ northwestern Bokeo province, ask about a local “tiger zoo,” and most people will deny its existence.
“It’s not here. There are no more tigers,” says the manager of a coffee shop in the zone, a region devoted to commercial development, as he silenced a junior employee who appeared to be trying to provide more information about the attraction.
Captive tigers in the U.S. outnumber those in the wild. It's a problem.
Their squawks echoed from inside the neat, ranch-style home, sounding more like parrots than tiger cubs. Then James Garretson carried Hulk into the living room, where the McCabe family waited on the couch. The kids giggled as he placed the squirming cub on nine-year-old Ariel’s lap and pushed a baby bottle into its mouth. “Hold the bottle, just like that. You got it?” She nodded.
Everyone beamed, fondling Hulk’s rough, striped fur as Garretson hovered nearby. The 12-week-old, cocker spaniel-size cat clutched the bottle in his oversize paws, sucking with wild enthusiasm. When the bottle was empty, the cub wandered onto the coffee table and swatted our photo gear.
Garretson lured him back with another bottle to give Ariel’s five-year-old brother, James, a turn. Then the rambunctious cub leaped off the sofa, grabbed me from behind, gripped my legs with surprising strength, and tore five-inch scratches into my thighs. He sank his claws in and held on. Garretson peeled him off, and all made light of it with nervous laughs. Playful. Just acting like a kitten.
There are more tigers in American gardens than there are left in the wild. Alex Hannaford meets the owners who live cheek by jowl with their pets, and also those ensuring the big cats are treated without cruelty.
t was the sort of headline impossible to scroll past: “Pot Smokers Find Caged Tiger in Abandoned Houston House, Weren’t Hallucinating: Police.” Last February, a group of people had snuck into a deserted house in Texas’s largest city to smoke marijuana when they stumbled upon a full-grown tiger in a cage – a cage secured by just a nylon strap and a screwdriver.
Sergeant Jason Alderete of Houston Police Department’s animal cruelty unit, later told a local TV station: “It wasn’t the effects of the drugs. There was an actual tiger!” The animal was given a name, Loki, and sent to an animal sanctuary in the country, run by the Humane Society of the United States. You’d be forgiven for thinking Loki’s experience was an isolated incident – it isn’t.
The Vietnamese authorities have arrested three persons because of trafficking a 240 kg tiger.
In a subsequent raid at a house of one of the suspects the police found two tiger skeletons, 12 tiger skulls, and three tiger skin sets, along with equipment and ingredients needed to cook tiger bone glue, believed to treat bone and joint-related ailments.
‘Rental Tigers’ Advertised Ahead Of Chinese Holiday.
As China’s weeklong National Day holiday approaches, the prices of some surprising animals available for rent have nearly quadrupled — with leasing a tiger for the holiday week costing up to 60,000 yuan ($8,500), according to a report Tuesday from domestic outlet Qianjiang Evening News.
Following a series of animal abuse scandals and animal welfare awareness campaigns, a growing proportion of the Chinese public has called for boycotts of animal performances. Only in certain villages and rural counties does local demand continue to support such performances. But the sluggish market has also carved out a niche for profit-minded circuses to lease their animals for short periods, according to the report by the Zhejiang-based newspaper.
These Tigers Were Rescued From An Infamous Tourist Attraction. Then 86 Died In Government Custody.
At Thailand’s infamous Tiger Temple, paying tourists could pet and pose for selfies with the dozens of big cats that called the attraction home. They could walk tigers on leashes and bottle-feed cubs. But the Buddhist monastery turned tourist magnet had for years faced allegations of abuse and, in 2016, a raid by Thai authorities uncovered ghastly sights, including 40 frozen tiger cubs shoved into a refrigerator and a monk attempting to flee with 1,600 tiger parts.
The government soon removed 147 tigers from the compound in the West Thailand town of Kanchanaburi, taking them to two state-run facilities. But in a tragic update on the case, Thai media reported Friday that 86 of the rescued animals have died. A government official attributed the animals’ deaths to a viral disease, saying their immune systems had been compromised by inbreeding.
Tiger Temple, once famous for its monks caring for tigers, but later unmasked for tiger trade, strikes again.
Already 86 out of 147 seized tigers have died due to a viral disease while being in Thai government custody.
Some NGOs points fingers to the Thai government for not taking proper care for the seized animals.
Although that is partly true, the real blame is with the exploiter of Tiger Temple: abbot, Phra Wisutthisarathen. He was responsible for Tiger Temple and is responsible for breeding tigers. He is responsible for these deaths and a shame for buddhism.
This dramatic mass killing calls for stronger regulations by the Thai government on tiger exploiting facilities, like Sri Racha Tiger Zoo, Tiger Temple and others alike.
We call for a national discussion in Thailand on tiger tourism to prevent further unnecessary harm to tigers.
Southeast Asia Must Confront Its Illegal Tiger Problem.
There are more tigers living behind bars than in the wild. The figures are staggering: Fewer than 4,000 tigers roam free worldwide while double that number are estimated to be held in breeding facilities across Asia. The vast majority of these captive tigers are in Chinese farms, but the big cat is also being bred in Thailand, Laos and Vietnam — for profit not conservation.
A new report from TRAFFIC, the wildlife trade monitoring network, has found that over the past two decades more than half of the tigers seized in Thailand and a third of those in Vietnam came from captive breeding facilities. The analysis has renewed longstanding worries that “farming tigers leads to illegal trade in tiger parts and stimulates demand,” Dr. Richard Thomas, TRAFFIC’s global communications coordinator, told The Diplomat by email.
The demand for nearly every part of the endangered species — from tiger skins and bones to claws and meat — is perpetuated by the legal and illegal supply from captive tigers.
India Remains Tiger Poaching Hub As South-East Asian Nations Form New Market: Report.
Four out of every 10 tigers killed or poached globally since 2000 were in India with an aim to smuggle the big cat’s body parts to south-east Asian countries such as Indonesia, Vietnam and Thailand, according to a report released on Tuesday at a global convention on protecting flora and fauna in Geneva.
In all, 2,300 tigers have been killed and illegally trafficked since the turn of the century, the report said. Around 40.5% of these were from India, said the report of conservation group, Traffic, looking at 19-years of tiger seizure data from across the globe. The group campaigns to protect endangered animals and help governments catch those who trade in their parts.
by Chris Slappendel·Comments Off on Why China Wants To Kill Tigers – And It Is Not Medicines.
Why China Wants To Kill Tigers - And It Is Not Medicines.
Today a major political wild animal circus starts in Geneva where CITES, an organ of the United Nations, tries to deliver a new agreement of the trade in endangered animals.
The result of the negotiations on tigers of more than 190 countries will be the same as it has always been – as we will find out when CITES presents their results: CITES will put pressure on China to stop with tiger farming and China will find ways to avoid it or plainly not obey.
The big question that nobody is asking, is WHY?
Why is China so opposed to stopping the poaching business and why is China so opposed to stopping the tiger farming? This article will give the only answer possible.
This article was published on the day the CITES-negotiations start in Geneva (Switzerland): the 18th meeting of the Conference of the Parties (CoP).
This CITES-meeting has an agenda. The species ‘tiger’ is not even on the agenda, while other species like leopard, elephant and apes are. And we all know that tigers are threatened with extinction.
The big question for CITES is why tigers are not addressed more prominently on the agenda as it obviously sends out a bad signal. Another question is why CITES keeps allowing China to carry on with tiger farming, while already many years ago CITES urged China to stop.
This article expresses deep concerns about the way China constantly avoids necessary action towards stopping tiger farming, smuggling, poaching and trading of tigers or tiger products.
Tigers are doomed in China, as most people know, especially the ones in conservation and wildlife crime. But many people don’t know why besides pointing a finger to medicines – which is partly right.
4 in 1 – and from 10,000 to almost none
The tiger originates from China, as Chinese scientists like to point out. In Gansu province, the two million-year-old remains of a tiger were found in a town called Longnan, making the Longnan tiger the oldest tiger in the world. But China has – or had – more to offer. A short history lesson shows that China once was blessed with no less than four sub-species of tigers. The Bengal tiger roamed in and near Tibet, the Indochinese one near Laos and Vietnam. The South China tiger only roamed in China and covered the forests in the south and the fourth sub-species – the Siberian or Amur tiger, which the Chinese prefer to name it the North China tiger – roamed in the north of China.
Sjanghai zoo – South China tiger (source: Wikicommons)
More than 10,000 tigers once roamed the Chinese forests. But not any more, besides a handful of Amur tigers near the Russian-North Korean border and some Bengal tigers in Tibet (which the Chinese consider China).
The rest has been wiped out from China. The South China tiger is officially extinct in the wild, with only a few in zoos and a breeding farm in South Africa.
Chinese culture is not leading to tiger killings
The same history lesson tells us that China has a large cultural history with tigers, which in fact is no different than other countries – like India, Nepal, Thailand or other countries where tigers reside. People tend to believe that the Chinese people had a history of killing tigers but that is not the case – that is, not more than in other countries.
The Chinese people feared the tiger and this fear made the tiger become an important part of the cultural inheritance, which (of course) is different in China compared to other countries.
You might say that the old Chinese culture is not supportive of conserving tigers, but the contrary seems more likely as tigers are worshipped in cultural legends.
Systematic killing of tigers started in the Mao-era
However, the moment that the Chinese started to kill tigers systematically happened only recently – historically seen.
At first the Chinese tiger genocide (a strong word but highly applicable) was fueled by ‘the great leap forward’, the economical program of Mao Zedong, ruler of China from 1949 until 1976. Agriculture was key in his program and tigers – like we also saw within the former Soviet republics – were feared by farmers, which endangered the required economical progress. Most of the four thousand tigers in the south of China were killed because the Chinese government considered them as pests, even offering bonuses to hunters.
The agricultural program of Mao in action during his Great Leap Forward, lead to millions of deaths due to hunger (source: Tombstone]
In a later period Mao was confronted with ‘something’ else: his big plan didn’t work. More and more people got into trouble and without food. Because this subject (the great Chinese Famine) is still a taboo in China, the numbers of people that died between 1955 and 1961 remain unknown. The estimations of people that starved to death in that period, however, go up to as far as 45 million people.
TCM – the start of a brand in folk solutions
Mao needed to do something, being desperate that his plan didn’t work. He realized that there were not enough doctors or medical specialists to deal with all medical problems and created a solution – even one he didn’t even believe in himself. All folk remedies (effective or not) were collected under his command. The result of that collection was another red book: Traditional Chinese Medicines, more commonly known as TCM.
The little red TCM book – Source: Amazon.com
From that moment on wild animals in China were really doomed as wild animals were the main ingredients for TCM.
Something else is important to mention, as this is part of the reason why China is opposing the ending of tiger farming. China has the biggest army in the world. During the ‘Great Chinese Famine’ soldiers were suffering too. Because the army was considered more important than China’s people, the army became a main consumer of available TCM.
TCM as the start of international wildlife crime
When TCM was institutionalized in the fifties by the Chinese authorities all hell broke loose for wild animals. Even the seemingly endless forests of China started to get empty.
The Chinese mafia (or syndicates) started to realize they could make serious money out of wildlife. The demand for wildlife remained strong due to TCM but the supply was getting lower and lower due to the empty forests. In other countries however there was enough wildlife available but it was illegal to hunt abroad, although that didn’t stop people without moral.
World Wildlife Day 2015 Infographic – source: African Wildlife Foundation
This was the moment Chinese syndicates stepped into a very profitable activity. The Chinese mafia started to create (illegal) ways to get wild animals from neighboring countries. They started organizing international poaching, smuggling and trafficking wildlife, which basically was the start of the international wildlife crime as it is called today. In 2015 this illegal business was estimated at US$ 23 billion – even going up to more than US$ 40 billion.
Why is wildlife crime so interesting? There are two main reasons.
The most important one is the profit-side. The amount of money you can make with wildlife crime is mind-blowing, because the demand is high and the supply is low. Prices are skyrocketing. A panda can get as high as one million US$, a tiger easily to US$ 400,000 – if marketed and distributed wisely, which is easy for the Chinese syndicates.
The costs of poaching are low: a poacher will get a couple of hundred dollars, smugglers the same. Sometimes a bit more. For the syndicates these amounts are considered pocket money because of the prices they can ask for their products – like oils, potions, tiger bone wine (business gifts), amulets, meat (for certain restaurants), skins (for furniture or clothing). Of course we can’t forget the pills because TCM was and still represents a large demand.
The other side is risk-avoidance. The risk of wildlife crime was always considered low if you compare it with drugs, human trafficking or weapons. Why? Because the chances of getting caught were like zero and when you were caught, chances of a conviction were also considered zero. Nobody cared in the beginning.
So for the syndicates it was easy money.
The slow start of CITES
When the world realized that more and more species were getting extinct in countries like China, Myanmar, Laos, Bangladesh, Russia, South and North Korea, Mongolia, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Nepal and India (almost all neighboring China), it called for action. In 1963 the UN decided to act but it took no less than 10 years (!) before CITES was installed.
First meeting of CITES. Source: sdg.iisd.org
In those 10 years the Chinese syndicates were unattended and were able to go on with the slaughter of wild animals.
CITES (the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora) is an international agreement between governments. Its aim is to ensure that international trade in specimens of wild animals and plants does not threaten their survival. CITES works by subjecting international trade in specimens of selected species to certain controls. All import, export, re-export and introduction from the sea of species covered by the Convention has to be authorized through a licensing system. Each Party to the Convention must designate one or more Management Authorities in charge of administering that licensing system and one or more Scientific Authorities to advise them on the effects of trade on the status of the species. The species covered by CITES are listed in three Appendices, according to the degree of protection they need.
It took a while before CITES became effective. But when it started in 1973 it actually slowed down the massive killings of wild animals. As a consequence, the mafia responded, putting more pressure in their value chain – with bribing law enforcers, extorting and even killing people that were in the way. They also realized that with that pressure their risks became bigger and bigger. Because of all new regulations, new laws and the growing law enforcement, the Chinese syndicates created other ways of making money. Even an easier one: farming.
Farming tigers as the solution for CITES
In the beginning of the eighties wild animal farming was suddenly introduced in China. The most prominent ones were the bear-bile farming and the tiger farming. Also the term ‘speed breeding’ was introduced: a way to breed animals in a way that female animals are constantly pregnant, delivering as much offspring as possible.
In 1983 China was out of tiger stock. The World Wild Fund for Nature (WWF) and the Wildlife Conservancy Society (WCS) helped China with moving eight purebred tigers from US zoos to the first tiger farm in China. China started breeding tigers, probably at first with conservational reasons, but no one knows for sure. Later another three tigers were delivered.
The tiger farming grew bigger and bigger – without any tiger being released back into the wild (up until today). Estimations now say that China has at least 7,000 tigers on more than 12 farms across China. Other estimations go even up to 15,000 tigers and 20 farms.
Tiger farming in 2013 by Chris Slappendel. Source: National Geographic.
Although the original idea of the tiger farming might have been conservation, the Chinese mafia realized that the farms were the ultimate solution for the growing problems to get tigers from the neighboring forests.
Farming tigers as an extreme moneymaker
To show the extent of tiger farming it is best to look into this example.
One farm of 1000 tigers can easily have a male-female ratio of 30%. So 700 tigers are female of which (low estimated) 70 percent is fertile (if not too young nor too old – which is easy to manage if you are leading a tiger farm). Let’s assume that 500 tigers can produce litters. A litter is on average 2-3 cubs. A tigress can have two litters per year (with speed breeding) so it safe to assume that an average of 2,5 new tigers per year per female tiger is easy doable. In China it won’t be impossible to double this amount with their knowledge and expertise on speed breeding.
This means that a tiger population in a tiger farm can easily double in one year.
In reality reports about tiger farms (in newspaper or from investigators) always give the same numbers of tigers, despite all new births (of which you see countless pictures on the internet). It is therefore safe to assume that the growth of tigers is being used to serve the demand for Chinese customers.
Considering the turnover of one single tiger (US$ 400,000), one single tiger farm of 1000 tigers can bring a profit of 1000 times US$ 400,000. Each year. Regardless of the stock, which represents an equal value.
Four hundred million US$ per 1000 tigers per year can be described as a fantastic moneymaker.
Money makes China wants to kill tigers
With this in mind we can say that money is the only reason why China wants to kill tigers, whether they come from the wild or from captivity.
Most Chinese citizens like tigers and don’t want them dead, surveys confirm that. Chinese medics and doctors warn about the devastating consequences of TCM, like the extinction of wild animals – which they openly do in newspapers and in brochures. The problem however is not with them although all news stories, gossips and rumors often indicate otherwise.
The one and only problem is the Chinese mafia that controls the tiger trade – in both captive and wild tigers.
CITES has become a paper tiger, especially after the WHO acknowledging TCM as an official medicine.
CITES is being considered a ‘paper tiger’ more and more: an organization that has lost its authority and power, as it obviously can’t stop China from tiger farming.
Especially after the decision of the World Health Organization, another UN organ, the position of CITES has weakened. The World Health Assembly, the governing body of the World Health Organization (WHO), in May of this year formally approved the latest version of its influential global compendium, which includes a chapter on traditional medicine for the first time.
Meaning: TCM is now an official medicine. The biomedical community says the WHO overlooked the toxicity of some herbal medicine and the lack of evidence it works, while animal rights advocates say it will further endanger animals such as the tiger, pangolin, bear and rhino, whose organs are used in some TCM cures.
For CITES it means a blow in the face as it weakens its position as ‘market master’.
Why are Chinese syndicates allowed to continue?
The main question of all this is never asked.
How is it possible that the Chinese triads are allowed to continue, even after so much pressure from CITES and animal welfare organizations on the Chinese government?
In the article the relation with the Chinese army was mentioned before. One of the tiger farms (in Harbin where at least 1200-1400 tigers are living) was established on a (former) military compound. Besides that, more than a thousand companies – owned by the Chinese army – deal with TCM. Reports of investigative organizations tell that a major demand in tiger products comes from the army, where tigers are considered as elements of power.
Part of the international law enforcement community suspects there the Chinese syndicates have ties with members within the Chinese Communist Party – which would explain a lot of the behavior of the Chinese government. Also suspicions are raised about Chinese leaders being customers of wildlife products themselves.
The lack of transparency and limited possibilities for independent research or investigations make it impossible to get to the bottom of these allegations, another reason to doubt the activities within the Chinese government.
What we also see with CITES and with law enforcement, is that attempts to stop tiger farming or increase investigations into syndicates involved in wildlife crime are consequently obstructed by China.
The coming CITES-meetings in Geneva and forthcoming results will be no different.
How to change this unwanted and extinction prone status quo?
The true challenge is how the world can persuade Chinese leaders like Communist Party Leader Xi Jinping to cut ties with syndicates to stop the worldwide trading, breeding and massacre of endangered animals.
To get him doing something, one has to bear in mind that trading is a Chinese invention. It is crucial to realize that China wants something in return.
What has the world to offer to save its precious wildlife?
Sources: A.o. Global Tiger Initiative documents, CNN, Worldbank, Cites.org, EIA-international.org, The Guardian, The New York Times. World Animal Planet, Tombstone (Yang Jisheng), The Making of TCM (Birdie Andrews), Blood Of The Tiger (Judy Mills), Historic distribution and recent loss of tigers in China (Aili KANG c.s.).
Why Captive Breeding Will Not Save The Wild Tiger.
There are fewer than 4,000 wild tigers in the world. The last sighting of a Javan tiger was in 1976, the Bali tiger disappeared even earlier; two subspecies, gone forever. Tigers have been wiped out in Cambodia, are ‘functionally extinct’ in Vietnam and Lao PDR, and are dangerously close to extinction in China. They have been decimated in Indonesia, with only the Sumatran population of fewer than 400 remaining. Sadly, Myanmar and Malaysia have this year reported significant population declines.
These catastrophic statistics are the result of habitat destruction, diminishing prey species, and poaching and trafficking of tiger parts and products. The latter feeds demand from countries such as China and Vietnam where rising disposable incomes fuel a thriving market for luxury goods, including for exotic animals such as tigers.
Big Cat Trade Driven By Demand For Traditional Asian Medicine, According To Report.
Traditional Asian medicine is driving the growing international trade in big cat products and leading to the mistreatment of thousands of animals, according to a recent report.
Bones, blood, and other body parts of big cats are made into products such as balms, capsules, gels, and wines that practitioners of traditional Asian medicine believe to be able to cure ailments ranging from arthritis to meningitis, though in fact they’ve been found to have no provable health benefits. Even before the cats are killed, however, they’re treated more like products than living, breathing creatures, according to the report, released last month by the London-based NGO World Animal Protection.
China is using cutting-edge technologies including Artificial Intelligence (AI) and big data to monitor endangered Amur tigers and leopards, experts said at the International Forum on Tiger and Leopard Transboundary Conservation in Harbin, Northeast China’s Heilongjiang Province on Sunday.
“Infrared cameras, AI and big data have helped us improve the establishment of a database of Amur tigers and leopards,” Jiang Guangshun, a deputy director of the Natural Forestry and Grassland Administration (NFGA), said at the forum.
“For example, the infrared camera can detect the tiger, and then AI will help analyze the tiger species, the weight and height, which will be marked in the database.”
Jiang noted the number of Amur tigers and leopards is increasing under the protection of China.
A haul of frozen tiger carcasses found in a car in Hanoi has led to the arrest of a key wildlife trafficking suspect, Vietnamese state media said on Friday, as the country tries to tackle a well-worn smuggling route from Laos.
Nguyen Huu Hue, who is believed to have smuggled animals in from neighbouring Laos for years, was arrested on Thursday with two other people after seven dead tigers were discovered in their vehicle at a parking lot, according to Cong An Nhan Dan newspaper.
“Hue set up a company… which sells building material as a cover for the illegal trading of tigers and wildlife,” Cong An Nhan Dan, the official mouthpiece of the Ministry of Public Security, reported. All seven tigers appeared to be cubs, according to photos of the seizure.
THA BAK, Laos — He was up there somewhere, at the top of the hill, the man Karl Ammann had come to see. It would soon be night. The forest was all shadows and sounds. Ammann had driven across the country to reach this remote river village, and now he was finally here, looking to the top of the hill, ready to confront the person he believed had murdered more tigers than anyone in Laos. In the distance, he could hear them: dozens of tigers roaring.
For nearly five years, Ammann, 70, a Swiss counter-trafficking conservationist, had tracked the tiger butcher, a man named Nikhom Keovised. He had placed hidden cameras inside what had once been the largest tiger farm in Southeast Asia, an illegal operation where tigers had been raised to one end — slaughter — and where the man doing the slaughtering had been Nikhom. And he had listened to Nikhom describe it all in his own words: “Use the anesthetic,” he had said. “Then just cut the neck.” Then “peel its skin.”
Now Nikhom had established himself here, in this half-splash of civilization near the Vietnam border, where he’d just opened what his boss — considered one of the nation’s biggest wildlife traffickers — described as a zoo, but what Ammann suspected was a front for selling tigers.
Ammann knew the risks. He was in the country without permission to investigate its wildlife practices. He was unarmed. Neither Nikhom nor his boss, who didn’t respond to repeated requests for comment, had ever been charged with anything, let alone arrested. If discovered, the equipment Ammann had with him — the drone, the hidden cameras, the satellite images of the country’s tiger farms — would immediately unravel his cover story, that he was a tourist here on a lark.
But he could already feel the familiar intensity. It had driven him to undertake dozens of risky, self-funded investigations, pushed him to the fringes of the conservation community and caused even friends to describe him as obsessive, if not a little crazy. He couldn’t stop. Those responsible had to be held to account. Species by species, the world is rapidly undergoing an ecological transformation, becoming barely recognizable from the planet it was a few centuries ago. It is a world reckoning with an end of wildness, where humanity and domesticated animals account for almost all mammal biomass, and the tiger, whose captive population now dwarfs its numbers in the wild, is on the verge of becoming a fully industrialized commodity.
For 10 days late last year, I joined Ammann on an undercover journey to the core of the modern tiger economy to determine whether Laos, a global hub of wildlife trafficking, had fulfilled its promises since 2016 to stamp out the wildlife trade. The trip had been dangerous from the beginning, and then gotten riskier, and now we’d arrived to this hill, where, above, the tigers were becoming louder.
They were hungry, Ammann announced. It would soon be time to feed them. He slung his camera over his shoulder and started up the hill, in search of tigers and their warden.
Nam Kading river close to the Vietnam border.
Over the past century or so, the tiger population has plunged in the wild, dropping from an estimated 100,000 to fewer than 4,000, while the number in captivity has exploded to more than 12,500. Nowhere else is the animal’s commodification more complete than in tiger farming, where it is raised, butchered for parts and sold for tens of thousands of dollars. And nowhere else have these farms operated with greater impunity than in Laos, an obscure communist nation whose own wild tigers have nearly all been killed. Ammann was one of the few people who’d seen inside the country’s farms.
When I’d first spoken to him in June of last year, I’d expected to find someone who was, if not optimistic, then at least hopeful. In a smattering of countries in South Asia, the tiger’s population appeared to be stabilizing, even as it cratered elsewhere. And since 2016, international authorities and some conservationists had applauded Laos, home to some of Asia’s biggest wildlife traffickers, as it announced overhauls to finally clean up the trade. Shops trading in bones and wildlife merchandise were to cease. All three of the country’s illegal tiger farms, which stored 700 tigers, were ordered to stop farming and convert into zoos and conservation centers. No new facilities breeding endangered wildlife for commercial purposes would open. From the outside, things seemed to be getting a bit better. Even Britain’s Prince William had reportedly taken up the cause.
But Ammann was neither optimistic nor hopeful, and, if anything, seemed offended by the suggestion. In our first substantive phone conversation, he immediately plunged into the arcana of tiger farming in Laos, citing operational tiger farms and going on and on about “lip service” and how we were being taken for “bloody fools.” While Ammann vented, I searched for images of him. He looked the same in every one: mustachioed and grimacing, an expression of the frustration and futility in his voice.
In the mid-1990s, with a gorilla orphan he found in Gabon. (Courtesy of Karl Ammann)
“They all want hope and happy endings,” he said of producers and audiences who ignored his documentaries, despite their findings. “And I don’t see any happy endings. I can’t create fiction from what I see as fact.”
We ended the phone call, with him promising to send me some photographs and documents from a trip he’d just taken to Laos to work on a documentary about tiger trafficking. I felt dazed. Who was that guy? And if he didn’t feel there was any hope, why did he assume so much risk going into some of the world’s most remote forests, without institutional support or funding, to document the destruction?
From then on, in interviews with conservationists about tiger trafficking, I saved a few questions for the end: Just what do you think of Ammann? Almost everyone I asked immediately knew who Ammann was and said his findings were sound. He could be trusted — but.
“He takes a lot of risks,” Steve Galster, a counter-trafficking expert in Bangkok, said after a long pause.
“A difficult character,” said Crawford Allan, a senior director at World Wildlife Fund, an international conservation organization with an office in Washington. Ammann had been kicked out of an international conservation meeting for aggressively confronting officials and was known to send environmentalists notes denigrating their work after they’d just trumpeted it in press releases.
“A bit of a kook who gets results,” a law enforcement consultant in Laos, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, called him.
Ammann had sent me some of those results. I pulled up the documents and photographs on my computer, and immediately recoiled.
The first one was of a diseased tiger in a claustrophobic cage — mangy, eyes desperate, death coming.
Northern Laos in 2017. (Courtesy of Karl Ammann)
The next showed seven tigers eating bloody, raw chicken off the ground, clustered in a line of cramped cages.
Northern Laos in 2017. (Courtesy of Karl Ammann)
Two more were from high above, where Ammann had flown a drone to capture images of two massive tiger farms, showing the animals in cage after cage. He included a 3,700-word missive he’d dispatched to the U.N. commission charged with regulating the wildlife trade, the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species of Wild Fauna and Flora (CITES), accusing the organization of being “a big part of the problem.” He’d sent the same letter to a European Parliament official, attaching this comment: “So you cannot say you did not know. My motto for doing this.”
I called Ammann, who was home in his estate at the base of Mount Kenya, where he keeps as “dependents” two orphaned chimpanzees. I asked whether he was planning on going to Laos again. He said he was — and it would be before year’s end. In the coming weeks, in fact, he’d have the itinerary all planned out. This time, he hoped to take his investigation even further, stepping out from behind the hidden cameras to personally meet those who’d profited from the death of the tiger.
“Why don’t you come,” he asked, “and see for yourself?”
After a 24-hour flight, I arrived at my hotel in northern Thailand past midnight. There was a note waiting for me from Ammann. We’d planned to meet the next morning at 8, given my late arrival, but now the note said that wasn’t early enough. We had to meet at 7. A long day was ahead, and there was no time to waste.
After a fast handshake and a few quick words in the morning, we were inside a van, bumping toward the Laos border. My editors and I had decided that I would enter the country without identifying myself as a journalist, an exception to The Washington Post’s usual practice. I would travel with Ammann and planned to accompany him everywhere, taking notes and quietly snapping photos. If someone asked about my profession or my employer, I knew I’d have to answer truthfully. But no one did.
Ammann wanted to cross into the country by nightfall, where he said the real journey would begin. Landlocked and mountainous, Laos has nearly 1,600 miles of borders with Vietnam and China, whose appetite for illicit wildlife products had both decimated numerous species and transformed Laos into a global epicenter of wildlife trade. Last October, the U.S. State Department again listed Laos as one of three countries whose government “actively engaged in or knowingly profited” from trafficking endangered species. CITES in a 2017 report was even blunter: “Everyone can buy everything and cross the border.”
Traveling across central Laos.
Over the next 10 days, Ammann planned to traverse much of the country, beginning in a northern region called the Golden Triangle to visit a casino town notorious for wildlife trafficking and investigate rumors of a never-before-identified tiger enclosure. And then he’d head south, stopping to buy tiger products from merchants in the country’s biggest cities, fly drones over tiger farms and search for clues involving the mysterious disappearance of 300 tigers from one of them. Lastly, he’d venture to a new resort and “zoo” named Say Namthurn, where Ammann hoped to finally meet Nikhom, the tiger butcher, along with his boss, Sakhone Keosouvanh, who helped bring tiger farming to Laos.
Inside the van now, along with Ammann, were his cameraman, Phil Hattingh, a towering South African; and a young Chinese woman named Grace Chan. Ammann had met Chan, who’s from Hong Kong, in autumn 2017, after she’d contacted him to discuss elephant trafficking. She’d told him she wanted to save animals, so he had introduced her to what he believed was the best way of doing that — his way.
“They’ll think you’re a customer,” Ammann said to Chan, explaining his plan for her on this trip. “I have the perfect cover story for you.” She was to visit shops all over Laos while wearing a hidden camera to buy tiger products, masquerading as a young assistant to a Hong Kong businessman who wanted tiger parts to impress his friends. To bolster her expertise on the tiger economy, Ammann would soon pull out a tattered book and hand it to her.
It was a taxonomy of tiger bones, showing pictures of the skull, femur, tibia, hip. The book described the bones as a “precious crude medicine,” whose medicinal use in China traced back more than 1,400 years. But as China’s economy grew, the animal’s mythical qualities — none of which are substantiated by modern medicine — ignited a market for tiger products that, the book said, “sold well domestically and abroad.”
So well, in fact, that within years of the book’s 1979 publication, a country as vast as China estimated it had only a few dozen tigers left, and something needed to be done. The Chinese government passed a law that banned killing endangered species in the wild while encouraging their “domestication” and breeding. The idea was that the farms would expand the tiger population, sating demand for tiger products while protecting those in the wild. But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, demand exploded further, said Vanda Felbab-Brown, a Brookings Institution senior fellow who’s studied the industry, inciting rampant poaching of wild tigers all over Asia and ushering in an era of “catastrophic consumption.”
Captive tigers soon outnumbered those in the wild, as habitat loss accelerated and a supply chain of poaching and farming spread across the continent.
Using nearly every part of the tiger, a growing collection of “medicines” and improbable luxury products followed.
There were efforts to get things under control. Chinese officials in 1993 prohibited domestic trade in tiger bone but didn’t close the country’s many farms, which by 2007 warehoused more than 5,000 tigers. That year, CITES, an international authority with few enforcement tools, banned tiger farming for commercial purposes. China chafed against the restrictions then, and now. Last autumn, it legalized trade in tiger parts for medicinal purposes but, under international pressure, quickly reinstated its ban.
To bypass it, some Chinese customers flock to border towns sprinkled throughout the Golden Triangle area, where the countries of Myanmar, Laos and Thailand converge, and where weaker rule of law and government corruption abet black market wildlife trade. That was exactly what Ammann wanted to investigate first.
We drove into the night, passing miles of undeveloped countryside, until a city sprang out of the blackness like a vision. Lexuses and Mercedes wheeled down its streets with license plates from all over China. Big hotels blinked with green and red lights. People swarmed around a large casino with a crown of gold at the town’s center.
Known as the Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone, this sliver of Bokeo Province is controlled by a transnational criminal operation that “engages in an array of horrendous illicit activities,” including child prostitution and human, drug and wildlife trafficking, according to the U.S. Treasury Department, which last year imposed sanctions on the network. “Sin city,” the London-based Environmental Investigation Agency, a non-governmental organization, called the zone in a 2015 report — a “lawless playground” where an exclusive clientele of Chinese tourists could buy tiger parts in shops and eat tiger meat at restaurants. Just about the only Lao element of the town was geography. Clocks here were set to Beijing time, business was done in renminbi, and the dominant language was Mandarin.
A casino complex in the Golden Triangle Special Economic Zone. (Taylor Weidman/Bloomberg News)
On our first morning here, I could tell Ammann was already exasperated. His driver was not going fast enough, no matter how many times Ammann told him to pick it up. His computer had stopped working. The hotel where we’d spent the night before — the only one that still took Western guests following the U.S. sanctions — had just told us to clear out. And now Chan was running late.
“Come on, Grace,” he said, waiting outside the hotel for her.
“Come on, Grace,” he said, less than a minute later.
“We’ve got to go,” he said again.
“Tell her to come,” he finally snapped, directing his Lao guide to go get her.
Chan finally got into the van, and Ammann told the driver to get moving.
He knew how he sometimes sounded, but there was no time for niceties, not while the world was committing suicide. In conversations, he frequently brought up environmental studies he’d just read, all of them apparently grim. Between 1970 and 2014, vertebrate populations dropped in size an average of 60 percent. One million plant and animal species now face extinction. The planet could soon lose 60 percent of primate species, according to a study in the peer-reviewed journal, Science Advances, noting how bush-meat hunting had sped their demise — a revelation that, to Ammann, wasn’t a revelation at all. It was his origin story.
Karl Ammann, far left, and his cameraman, Phil Hattingh, in eastern Laos.
In 1988, Ammann was in a long boat chugging up the Congo River in what was then Zaire. By then, he’d already spent two decades in Africa, where he had worked as a hotelier and photographer, eventually becoming wealthy opening and selling an eco-tourism camp in Kenya’s Maasai Mara National Reserve. But along the river’s banks, he saw an Africa he didn’t know. Hundreds of slaughtered primates were strewn near the water’s edge, awaiting transport to nearby markets to be sold as bush meat. Deforestation had provided hunters with access to animals previously protected by dense jungle, giving rise to an underground economy.
The bush-meat hunts, the markets, the outrage he’d felt at their discovery: It soon consumed him. In the early 1990s, at a time when little was known about the bush-meat trade, he went to remote merchants and logging encampments, looking for apes orphaned by bush-meat hunters, and returned with gruesome images that few could stomach. Decapitated gorillas. Charbroiled monkeys. Butchered chimpanzees. His photography blurred into activism. He published books, lobbied governments, led international petitions against wildlife slaughter and took nearly every media opportunity that came his way. He described it all as graphically as he could, hoping to shock people into action. “Up to their elbows in blood,” he said of bush-meat hunters in one 1995 newspaper interview. It was “98.5 cannibalism” to eat chimps, he said in another. “Maybe I’ve become too extreme,” he confessed in one more, and many conservationists then agreed.
Jane Goodall, the renowned chimpanzee conservationist, said he was too aggressive, and he said she wasn’t aggressive enough. Other conservationists accused him of “cultural imperialism,” and he countered that they worried more about fundraising than truth.
“He won’t stop,” says his wife, Kathy, even after his findings were substantiated, and he was named a Time magazine Hero of the Environment in 2007 for “almost single-handedly raising awareness of the issue of bush meat,” and was told again and again to slow down. His marriage was suffering. Commitment had collided with obsession. “Just part of the furniture” was how Kathy said she’d come to feel, seeing him at the computer, emailing and researching all day. Two personalities jostle inside him, said Dale Peterson, a former collaborator. He was one person around people — combative, cynical, “miserable,” as Peterson put it — and another around animals. That was the Ammann who’d for decades cared for a chimpanzee he’d saved from hunters, or who would stop and discuss even a small bird, he said, “in the most affectionate way.” He was “driven by something larger.”
That intensity building within, he pulled up to the market along the Mekong River, straddling the Lao-Thai border. The door opened, out Chan went, and from the market entrance, Ammann watched her disappear into the stalls.
She was dressed in black. Black hat. Black sunglasses. Black blouse, the top button of which concealed the camera. Ammann wanted us to keep our distance from her at first, knowing the illegal wildlife trade had increasingly receded from public view, just as it once had with bush meat. Sellers these days store their jewelry and medicine in backrooms and hidden drawers that open only for wealthy Chinese customers — which was how Ammann hoped Chan would appear. He followed her into the market.
We met her near the back, at the counter of an open-air store named Exotic Family. There, a thin Chinese salesman was drinking tea, wearing rings on both hands, saying, yes, he had tiger parts to sell.
We watched him light a cigarette, and out came a small, hollowed tiger bone with intricate carvings: $223.
Also a tiger claw: $223.
And two tiger fangs: $1,340.
Ammann asked to see more. The man pulled out his phone and sent a contact request on the messaging app WeChat to Chan, who held up the screen for Ammann and myself to see.
She already knew the digital netherworld of wildlife trading, where all she needed to do was enter a few keywords — “jelly” for ivory, “king” for tiger products — to thwart a blanket prohibition on the trade on China’s leading commerce sites. The ban, instituted in 2012, had gotten rid of a lot of the listings, but it hadn’t gotten rid of them all, not with an evolving lexicon of code words and not with social media, where much of the trade has migrated and is more difficult to detect. Elephant-skin powder pills, black-bear gallbladder bile and tiger-bone jewelry: Chan had seen it all. But one rare product didn’t appear on the seller’s WeChat profile. Did he have any tiger skin for sale?
“No tiger skins anymore. You can find them in Vietnam,” he said in Chinese. “In Vietnam, there are more tiger farms.”
“But Laos has a lot of tiger farms, too,” Ammann said.
“Tigers in Laos are now protected,” the merchant said.
Ammann looked at him strangely. He knew Laos had vowed to close its tiger farms and stop the trade in wildlife products, but yet here this merchant was, doing just that. So how likely was it that much had changed? The government, after all, had more than two years ago promised a “full audit,” funded by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, to determine the number and origin of the country’s captive tigers. But it had faced numerous delays. And the same tiger breeders the government had previously accused of breaking the law were still involved in the operations, where the tiger population has been fluctuating dramatically, indicating possible trade.
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The number of tigers on one farm named Vannaseng surged from 102 to 235, then fell to 111, according to public records and Lao government documents that I reviewed. Another one called Vinasakhone — where Nikhom had worked — reported a sudden loss of 300 tigers in 2017, shedding three-fourths of its population, without ever explaining how that happened. Then a new and massive farm was disclosed by a Vietnamese news outlet in April 2017 in the central Laos town of Lak Sao and as of last year housed 106 tigers. Lao government officials did not respond to repeated requests for comment to discuss these issues.
Ammann, walking away from the stall and the market, believed there were even more tiger enclosures now in Laos, which hadn’t yet been identified. One was rumored to be right here in the Golden Triangle: He had to find out whether it was true.
We drove several miles, coming to a stop on a desolate dirt road wedged between thatched-roof huts and jungle. Ammann got out of the car. This was where an informant had told him to look. Up ahead, he saw a complex of structures behind a tall wall. “Turn the car around,” Ammann said curtly to the driver. “And turn the engine off.” He reached for his camera and approached the walls, from which hung several signs, praising the facility’s supposed role in conservation.
“Caring rare animals, protect the blue planet,” said one in English.
“Growing with animals and die without them,” said another, also in English.
Ammann turned on his camera and held it at his hip.
“This must be it,” he said, walking up to the metal gates of a compound said to be controlled by the local criminal syndicate. He started banging. No answer. He banged again, then stuck his camera between a crack in the gates. A young shirtless man came to see what was going on. Ammann decided to bluff his way in.
“Tell him Mr. He sent us here,” Ammann directed Chan, who had no idea what he was talking about, but decided to do it anyway.
I stood a few feet behind Ammann, waiting for the worker to puncture the cover story and turn us away, but Ammann kept staring at the gate, which was slightly ajar.
Ammann vanished beyond the wall. Chan and I looked at each other briefly, unsure, then followed. A sound that I’d never heard before then came into Ammann’s voice, one of joy and wonder.
Around the corner, back in the darkness of one of the structures, stripes were moving.
Even after all this time, seeing tigers up close like this stunned him. They were so big, moving with the latent energy of coiled springs. I ran to another enclosure to photograph whatever was there. Then a tiger paw streaked out through the bars, and I was yelling, jerking my arm away.
The worker wanted us out. He was staring at Ammann, who continued to film. Then I was telling Ammann that we had to leave. The worker was calling his boss again. I didn’t want to be here when he showed up.
One more look, and then his camera was down, and he was in the car, and it was pulling away, and he couldn’t help but shake his head.
“Yeah, but Laos is closing down the tiger farms, isn’t it?” he said.
Days later, after Chan had bought and filmed tiger parts being sold in shops all over Laos, and after we’d left her in the capital of Vientiane with her job complete, Ammann looked out the van’s window, as the city receded into exurbs. We were heading across the country to the Vietnam border in search of Nikhom at the new resort of Say Namthurn, and he was in a darker mood than usual. “We’re just the biggest parasite this world has ever known,” he said, seeing trash and cars and humanity pressing in from every direction.
In times like this, he often looked at his life’s work, at all of the risks taken, all the rules broken, all the hours and money and emotion consumed in his investigations, and saw only failure. Endangered animals were still getting killed. The tiger’s range had shrunk to about 7 percent of its historic sweep. And mainstream conservationists: They’d done what? Their attempts to stop poaching, their reintroduction of captive-born predators into the wild, their law enforcement crackdowns — all failures. To Ammann, conservation efforts were almost always doomed, and anyone who said otherwise was either fundraising or a “naive, gullible a—hole with nothing better to do.”
“It’s frustrating to care about something this much,” Ammann went on. “Am I wasting my time? And if I can’t get people to watch and to care, then I should just shoot myself.”
Several times during the trip, I’d asked him if he should take it easier. Enjoy his money. Spend more time at home with his wife. Why continue if this made him unhappy, if he thought the work was futile?
“The real challenge starts when you know, ‘I’m never going to win,’ but you keep going,” he answered once. “It doesn’t make you stupid, or heroic, but something in between. If I’ve had a few bad nights’ sleep over what I’ve seen, well, let me give a few others a bad night’s of sleep. . . . It’s easy to sell hope. But hope without action is an excuse.”
The van now crossed a muddy river, continuing along Route 8, which streaked into mountains rising sheer against the horizon. The town of Lak Sao soon came into view, and Ammann, seeing an upcoming intersection, said we had to stop, suddenly sounding energized. There was a tiger farm nearby.
We bounced off the main highway, forked into a quiet village and rolled onto an unmarked dirt path. “This is it,” Ammann said. Just down this road was the Lak Sao tiger farm, with around 100 tigers inside, if not more. Outside the van’s tinted windows, people were resting underneath thatched roofs and stilted homes, and inside, Hattingh, the cameraman, was reaching into his bag. Out came the drone. They had five minutes — 10 tops — to get what they needed and get out.
“If you see people running, bring it home and get out of there,” Ammann said. “This is one of those things where if you get caught, if they catch you with a drone and no license, they can throw the book at you.”
Ammann told the driver to turn the van around to allow a fast escape, and Hattingh climbed out, saying, “I’m going to disappear.” He stepped into the bush behind the back of the compound, hidden behind tall concrete walls. The drone, the size of a hawk and buzzing like the world’s loudest cicada, levitated into the air.
The video beamed back into a handheld screen, showing tigers pacing in their cages, appearing as small as insects. Meanwhile, villagers told Ammann and me about life next to a tiger farm.
“The smell,” said a woman resting in the shade with her family.
“When it’s raining, it’s worse.”
“No one’s allowed to go in.”
This operation wasn’t like the last one, not another small tiger enclosure hidden away in the hills. This was industrial.
The drone came down. Hattingh hurried back. I asked the woman her name. She glanced down the road at the farm, then back at me, looking concerned. “Lek,” she offered, and nothing more. She drew a finger across the length of her neck to indicate her fear.
We got in the van, and Ammann told the driver to hit it.
Deeper into the countryside we went, mile after mile, land rising into mountains then plunging into ravines, greens and browns washing by, until there came the river village of Tha Bak. On one side of the road, there was a line of small, cavernous houses. On the other side, a sign announced the resort of Say Namthurn, listing its offerings: golf course, drinking water, zoo.
Ammann got out of the car. He could hear tigers roaring. The sounds were coming from up there, atop a hill shrouded by forest. He reached for his camera.
That is where he hoped to find Nikhom.
Ammann first heard that name in early 2014. He’d been tracking two tiger cubs that had disappeared before he could buy them from a Lao poacher. His investigation had brought him to central Laos, where Vinasakhone, the country’s biggest farm, stored hundreds of tigers behind concrete walls near the Mekong River.
Its co-owner at the time was a short man named Sakhone Keosouvanh, who hasn’t responded to repeated requests for comment, delivered throughout April by email, messaging services, telephone and certified mail. Unremarkable in appearance but equipped with established government connections, he helped craft Laos’s failed plan to save the country’s last tigers and represented tiger farmers at an international tiger preservation meeting. His farm promoted itself as helping to preserve the tiger population.
Meanwhile, tiger breeding, killing and selling was going on inside those walls, according to Laos government reports I’ve reviewed, and the man who oversaw much of it was Nikhom, who also hasn’t responded to numerous requests for comment.
Nikhom was the one who met with an investigator Ammann had sent into the farm equipped with a hidden camera and the cover story that he was there to inquire about four tigers — three females and one male — for a farm that his “millionaire” Chinese boss wanted to build.
“We are happy to sell some for you,” Nikhom had said, according to a transcription of the recording translated into English. The farm, he explained, could transport them to the Chinese border by two means. One was by helicopter — “We use the army helicopter,” he said. “Or we can sell them in pieces.”
“What do you mean ‘pieces’?” the investigator asked, taken aback. “Then the tigers would be dead.”
“That’s what we normally do,” Nikhom responded, before backtracking, seemingly worried about divulging too much. “I think we need to agree to the price first before we talk about other things.”
Over the coming months, the investigator, who spoke with me on the condition of anonymity out of fear for his safety, would often call Nikhom at Ammann’s prompting. The two men soon developed a friendship. The investigator would take Nikhom out for drinks, then secretly record their conversations about women, beer and tigers. “It always cost me,” Ammann later groused. “A lot of alcohol and meals on my invoice.” Soon the investigator was loaning Nikhom money, they were calling each other “brother,” and Nikhom was delving into how tigers were illegally bred, killed and harvested for parts at a level that staggered Ammann.
During the first 10 months of 2014 alone, the farm known as Vinasakhone traded an extraordinary amount — nearly 11 tons — of lion and tiger bone, the former of which is sometimes passed off as tiger bone, according to one government document by the Lao Division of Forest Inspection that I obtained. The report, first reported by the Guardian, accused the farm of breaking international and local law. But no action could be taken against it. The farm had “approval from government,” which imposed an extra tax of 2 percent on all wildlife exports, according to a 2003 Laos customs document that I received from an investigator connected to Thai intelligence. A 2016 confidential survey of the country’s wildlife farms by the Lao Department of Forest Resource Management, which I also reviewed, said the farm wasn’t breeding tigers for “scientific research” — as its permit stated — but for slaughter. “The animal is killed at the farm by knockdown injection, removing all intestines so they keep only the body with skin, bones and meat, covered with plastic sheet for shipment,” the survey said, noting one corpse was believed to go for $30,000.
“We use this anesthetic” was how Nikhom described the process in a conversation with Ammann’s investigator, which The Post had translated. “They start to walk unstably to the left and right and then fall down.”
“How do you kill it?” the investigator asked.
Some have their throats cut. But many clients refuse to buy pierced skin, so “we use the elastic string to tighten its neck . . . until it died.”
Afterward, some buyers want the meat:
“Not like cutting the skin of a cow or buffalo, we need to make it an excellent cut, and when we peel the skin, we must be careful not to pierce it.”
“We have to take out all of its meat,” Nikhom said. “When we eat it, it’s just normal to grill or burn it. Its flesh is normal.”
Others want the bones: “They want the one with more bones. Some people, when they see the fat one and choose it, they only get the weight. For someone who knows . . . they will select the thin one. They will consider the bone.”
And others only want a dense block of hardened resin known as tiger glue:
“We cut the bone again and break the bone into small pieces, and then we boil again,” Nikhom said. “It will take two to three days to boil it. Then we take out the water and refill water many times, and make it really boil. Then we separate the soup. We take out the boiling water and refill, until the bone is soft and easy to break. Then it means it finishes.”
Boiled or frozen, Ammann realized, dead or alive — tigers had been sold. The operation expanded until 2016, when a new Lao administration came to power and, yielding to international demands, announced in a statement that the farms would close, accusing them of illegally “trading tiger products to international buyers.” Soon after, 300 of Vinasakhone’s 400 tigers vanished. Then Sakhone, the co-owner, abandoned the farm, beginning a new tiger operation out here, near a border checkpoint notorious for wildlife trafficking. And with him, Ammann heard from his investigator, he had brought along his longtime farm manager, Nikhom.
“If Sakhone is here, we have to be careful,” Ammann said. The tiger farmer had connections up and down the border, Ammann believed, and had been so well protected that he’d never faced charges or consequences despite the government allegations against and media scrutiny of his previous operation. Ammann worried about that power. Our intentions for being there couldn’t be discovered.
Thinking it would come off as suspicious to charge up the hill to see the tigers, we walked through a tourist attraction bereft of tourists to the restaurant patio along the river. “There he is,” Ammann said softly, seeing him across the patio. Sakhone was turning to face us, then coming our way, wearing a blue button-down, gold ring and watch, with a Toyota Hilux key dangling from his belt loop. For so long, Ammann had known Sakhone only as a name on investigative reports and translated transcripts. But now he was gripping Ammann’s hand and smiling broadly. Sakhone took a seat at our table and looked us over. Beers arrived.
Ammann, playing the role of tourist, did the talking. Through an interpreter, he asked Sakhone how he’d made his money.
“An import-export company,” Sakhone said.
Ammann asked what he exported.
“Mainly coal,” Sakhone said.
Ammann later told me he’d had the urge to turn on his camera and confront him, just like he had confronted so many others. He wanted to tell him that he’d actually exported tigers — and accuse him of still doing it. “We breed them to get their babies” to sell, Nikhom had recently told Ammann’s investigator, illegal trade an investigative Vietnamese agency has discovered as well. “The Laotian government is ignoring major trafficking across the border,” an agency official said on the condition of anonymity. Then there was something else: Ammann had learned what he believed was the truth of the missing 300 tigers from Sakhone’s farm. Many had been killed, frozen and trafficked, according to Nikhom and interviews I’ve had with two other people with knowledge of the missing tigers. But Ammann could say none of this, not here, not like this.
Instead, Ammann glanced out into the forests on the other side of the river. They looked so dense. So dark. Surely anything could be out there, even still.
“What animals are left in this forest?” he asked, waving a hand toward the trees. “Are there any tigers left?”
Sakhone looked at him for a moment, his face blank.
“No,” he finally said. “None of those.”
The tigers weren’t in the forest, but up the hill, on the other side of the resort, moaning all night, a sound that grew louder the next day, as morning gave way to afternoon. Ammann walked along the river and checked his watch: 4 p.m. It would soon be time to feed the tigers. He settled his camera over his shoulder and started up the hill.
Ammann went past the gates, the view of the river far below him.
He kept his gaze fixed on the ramshackle structure on a bed of gravel — chain-link fencing, anchored by poles and patched with blue tarp. The sound of groaning tigers was all around.
He went inside.
Behind two lines of fencing, on either side of the narrow hallway, were flashes of teeth and slate green eyes.
Thirty-five tigers, some weighing over 400 pounds, stalked back and forth, back and forth, housed separately in 9-by-12 cages.
Every now and then, a worker would pull open a side door connecting the cages, and in would come another tiger. The two would mate then separate, an act that Ammann and I witnessed three times in less than an hour. Standing here, I realized, the existence of the tiger had been reduced to this: endless pacing, speed breeding and an afternoon meal of raw chicken hurled into its cage at 5 p.m.
“You couldn’t license a zoo like this anywhere in the world,” Ammann said. After spending hours here — during which we saw only one group of local tourists pay the admission fee of $2 — he turned to leave. Then, just outside the front entrance, on the gravel, he saw him.
He was sitting at a table strewn with beer bottles — a short man with yellowing teeth, wearing dusty black pants and flip-flops.
From the front of the enclosure, I watched as Ammann walked over to him.
How many hours had he listened to the farm manager in the recordings? How many times had he heard him describe the most macabre of details in the most perfunctory of ways? And now here Nikhom was, sitting outside a small concrete house, doing nothing more than drinking and smoking after a day of work.
Ammann and I took seats at his table. Nikhom smiled at the unexpected guests, pouring us beers. This time, however, Ammann did flip on his camera. Then, as his Lao guide interpreted, and I sat watching, he started in with it:
“We saw three tiger pairs mating, so in three and a half months, how many babies?”
“So how often do they get tourists?”
“What is going to happen to these tigers?”
Nikhom laughed at the questions, not answering or showing any apparent concern. He offered Ammann more beer. He said he’d worked with tigers since 2007, and this enclosure, which he’d taken over seven months before, was just getting started. These tigers would never leave. Few tourists came, but soon there would be more cages filled with tiger cubs. What he didn’t tell Ammann now, but what he’d told Ammann’s informant: The tigers were profoundly inbred, and few cubs were surviving, only 18 so far.
“So much work needs to be done?” Ammann said, motioning toward the construction, where more cages were being built. Nikhom only laughed again.
Ammann took one last look at him. Then he finished his drink, turned off his camera and got up from the table. He’d had enough. He left Nikhom to his beer and his tigers and descended the hill, as the day’s last light bloomed orange and red above the mountains.
The sun sets over the tiger “zoo” in Tha Bak.
Then it was morning. Ammann directed his driver to take him to the capital to present his findings to the local office of CITES, the regulatory authority of international wildlife trade. He stared out the window, as a landscape of jagged mountains dissolved into an endless expanse of arid plains, and thought of Nikhom. He’d always pictured him as a gangster, powerful and menacing, but he hadn’t been that at all. He’d seemed impoverished, in fact, doing what he had to do to survive, just another bit player in a world unable to save itself.
“I feel less strongly about him being a miserable human being than some of the conservationists,” he said. At least Nikhom was who he presented himself to be, Ammann realized, and the self-congratulatory networkers at the wildlife conferences — “backslapping orgies,” he liked to call them — were not.
We stopped at another tiger farm so Ammann could fly the drone over it, and then the city was swelling all around. Soon he was walking inside an expansive building behind thick-trunked trees, carrying a briefcase where he’d stored evidence of his findings. Two new tiger enclosures that didn’t look to him like conservation parks or zoos. Ongoing illegal trade in tiger parts. Signs of expansion at several farms. Allegations that many of the missing 300 tigers had been killed. And proof that the same people who had illegally butchered and sold tigers were still acting as keepers of the animals.
Ammann walks in to present his findings.
Then he was in a barren conference room, facing a CITES bureaucrat. I sat at the end of the table, watching as the anger Ammann had tried to repress at the resort began to build.
“We know there are two more tiger farms,” Ammann said. “Two new tiger farms! You said you’re closing them down?” On and on he went — “How can your minister say you’re going to close, if now new ones open up?”— but it was no use.
Take it up with the bosses in Geneva, he was told. There wasn’t anything the office could do with information brought in like this.
“This is our system,” the official said.
Several weeks later, on Jan. 7, Ammann would again write to every major official. He would tell them of the “active speed breeding” in Laos, the “noncompliance” to its own reforms and that, despite the country’s stated intent to save the tiger, “nothing has really changed or is changing.” He would wait for a response that would never come, then quickly move on to planning the next trip, this one to Kunming, China, to investigate elephant trafficking. Meanwhile, he would send me frequent emails, recommend follow-up pieces, plot ways to obtain video of tiger cubs being born at Sakhone’s resort — maybe this would be the final piece of evidence that got people to listen — and gripe about the response CITES sent me concerning wildlife trade in Laos.
“As with any major change in public policy, it will take time to fully implement and enforce,” the statement said. “While the policy of the Lao government is relatively clear, it is not clear how it is being implemented or enforced.”
But at this moment, inside a spare conference room, there was only a Laos official telling him, “I cannot respond.” And what was there to say to that? So Ammann took down his email address. He thanked him for his time. He picked up his briefcase with the proof he’d never been asked to show and walked out.
At the entrance of the building, he stopped for a moment, a strange look on his face. On either side of the doorway was a statue of a tiger. Stripes had been etched into their wooden bodies. Each wore a necklace of fake yellow flowers. Their expressions were frozen in garish snarls. Ammann reached down to touch the head of one of the tigers — an animal once defined by ferocity, now an ornament, lifeless and commodified.
Terrence McCoy covers social issues in urban and rural America. He joined The Washington Post in 2014.
About this story
Washington Post reporter Terrence McCoy spent nearly two weeks on the road with Karl Ammann in Laos, conducted hours of interviews with Ammann, those close to him, and dozens of people with knowledge of the illicit wildlife trade in Laos. He also reviewed internal Lao documents and other investigative documents. Along the way, McCoy snapped photographs and gathered video footage and exclusive audio recordings from Ammann and his cameraman, Phil Hattingh, all of which The Post used to provide readers with an immersive experience.