970:
I don’t want to condone any level of animal abuse of course,
but I do want to allow room to discuss it, so I’m suggesting this:
Although one can’t justify any animal use on intellectual
terms, I want to be the first to admit that we’ve all contributed to the
present state of affairs, we’ve all used animals in the past.
I can remember myself struggling with this. I’ll explain this struggle in case anyone can
relate to it.
My daily habits were governed by what others did ... and
others mostly didn’t think about animals’ feelings. They just did what they’d always done, what
their parents had taught them. And it
was what they passed on to their own children - to simply eat the food they
like.
As an adult, and earlier as a child, I consumed foods and
confections not just to satisfy my hunger but also for pleasure. I would ask myself, why stop any of that for
the sake of an animal? If I ever wanted
to test my compassion I could always show it for fellow humans - there are
enough social justice issues to fight for. There are always humans who need help, so I’d
have argued that compassion doesn’t HAVE to extend to animals, not the ones we
eat anyway.
The problem for me was, as a life-long meat eater, that I didn’t
like admitting I might be wrong, especially about my food habits. That would mean too much loss of face and
consequently too big a change in my lifestyle. I’d been eating the same sorts of food all my
life and it would take a lot of undoing, to dispense with animal products. But as a young person at the time, I was at
least less set in my ways, having had fewer years of guilt about my
food-choices. As a young person I wanted
to re-examine values. My food had been
provided by my elders and, since rebelling against the habits of older people
felt right to me, a radical diet-change felt like making an independent stand. I remember it felt natural to accuse my elders
of being ‘asleep’ on the matter of ‘eating animals’. I wanted to ‘set up camp’ on the other side of
the river.
It’s easier to make these radical changes when young, and
far harder when older. Then, as now, I
thought that being a herbivore was the obvious way to spare animals. I could see that it was a beautiful idea in
theory but in practical terms I’d had my doubts. Was it possible? And if I could get over missing all those
familiar foods could I also withstand the opprobrium of my fellow humans, all
of whom were dedicated omnivores, and many who were enthusiastic carnivores. I’d be denigrating the eating habits of nearly
everyone I knew, and this wouldn’t win me any friends.
By exposing and explaining and talking about animal abuse in
the food industry, I wasn’t surprised to find myself socially dropped by those
very same family and friends. And yet I
was only trying to be constructive and get to the truth. I only wanted to point out that unthinking
humans have the capacity for acting destructively and hypocritically.
Whether people were acting by commission or omission, or acting
directly or by proxy, or being up front or clandestine - I wanted all of that
discussed. But how? All I could think of doing, to get the ball
rolling, was to be rude. And then I
noticed that it always descended into mutual abuse, cutting off the possibility
of any sort of rational debate.
I often felt helpless to do much about the ‘animal thing’. I was fast becoming aware that human habits
and social mores were so strongly set-in, that nothing I could do personally
would change things. Everyone thought of
themself as a sensitive person, and in this case that was the BIG problem. Everybody already knew humans were trashing
the environment and doing things against their own ethical standards. By admitting human culpability in one area it
seemed they could ignore the animal issue. Being such an integral part of human life,
animal use and abuse was the last thing anyone would want to hear about.
So the struggle had and still has many strands. There were my own doubts about the safety of
plant-based foods, there was the concern that I couldn’t keep it up and, if I
could, then not be able to speak about it, not get support and consequently
feel like an outsider – all so much easier to initiate when young.
But all this is far harder to deal with when older. Even harder to accept all these years on, that
people still aren’t being touched by the question of animal cruelty.
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