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"My point is that when you look at a rabbit and can see only pest, or vermin, or a meal, or a commodity, or a laboratory subject, you aren't seeing the rabbit anymore. You are seeing only yourself and the schemes and appetites we bring to the world --- seeing, come to thing of it, like an animal instead of as a moral being with moral vision" (3).
"For me it was a simple moral step of extending that vision out into the world, for what are dogs but affable emissaries from the animal kingdom? Here, in this one creature, was a gift given to me and to my family, bringing so much life and happiness. What gifts they are if our hearts are inclined in the right way and our vision to the right angle -- seeing animals as they are apart from our designs upon them, as fellow creatures on their own terms, some glorious and mighty like the elephant, some fearful and lethal like the tiger, some joyful and gentle like the dolphin, some lowly and unprepossessing like the pig, but not a one of them, however removed from our exalted world, hidden from its Maker's sight" (26).
"The animals were kept in the mine for years at a time, such was the effort involved in dragging them back...'Usually when brought to the surface, the mules tremble at the earth radiant in the sunshine. Later, they almost go mad with fantastic joy. The full splendor of the heavens, the grass, the trees, the breezes, breaks upon them suddenly. They caper and career with extravagant mulish glee. A minor told me of a mule that had spent dome delirious months upon the surface after years of labor in the mines. Finally the time came when he was to be taken back. But the memory of a black existence was upon him; he knew the gaping mouth that threatened to swallow him. No cudgellings could induce him. The men held conventions and discussed plans to budge the mule. The celebrated quality of obstinacy in him won him liberty to gambol clumsily on the surface.' There is nothing fanciful here. It is hard realism, facing facts about suffering both human and animal" (36).
"Take one impulse, your hankering for a hot dog. Multiply it a hundred million times over and follow the lines as they meet in Utah at that 50,000-acre facility, housing all those hogs never once allowed outside. That is the complex world one craving creates. Most people can't even face the details behind it" (44).
"Whenever we are called to decide the fate of an animal, the realism comes in at least facing up to the price of things whenever man with all his powers enters the picture. It requires discernment and care and humility before Creation. It means understanding that habits are not always needs, traditions are not eternal laws, and the fur salon, kitchen table, or Churchill Room are not the center of the moral universe. It means seeing 'the things that are' before we come marching along with our infinite agenda of appetites and designs and theories, and not covering it up with phony science or theological niceties or the unforgiving imperatives of tradition or economics or conservation" (45).
"'Killing 'for sport' is the perfect type of that pure evil for which metaphysicians have sometimes sought. Most wicked deeds are done because the doer proposes some good to himself...[but] the killer for sport has no such comprehensible motive. He prefers death to life, darkness to light. He gets nothing except the satisfaction of saying, 'Something that wanted to live is dead. There is that much less vitality, consciousness, and perhaps, joy in the universe. I am the Spirit that Denies'"(77).
"Why there is no Theodore Roosevelt Award at SCI [Safari Club International] is a mystery. A fitting honor in his name might recognize, for instance, excellence in the total number of orphans and wounded left behind in a single year" (82).
"I found Sharp just as he was completing some forms for an elephant-hunt package, his specialty, judging by the posters displayed at his booth. He seemed to welcome the chance to set aside his price lists and contracts and to talk about the creatures themselves, surprising me with his eloquence. 'Elephants, yes, I always feel regret and sadness. Especially the old bulls like this'--pointing to the picture on his desk. 'Everybody wants the big tuskers. But they're very intelligent, very sensitive animals. They even know when the hunting season begins and ends. I have seen elephants who wandered into the hunting areas running back into the protected areas, and you can see them visibly relax when they've crossed the road, as if they know they're safe. They begin grazing again'"(86).
"'Elephants are like us,' he answers. 'They live to be eighty and they are sexually mature at, what, eighteen or twenty. When you kill them, like when they have to cull the herds from helicopters, it's terrible because you can't just kill some individuals. You have to kill them all. Men just cry like babies. I have been there.' You have to kill them all because we have lately discovered the intricate family relationships at work in the herd. The calves, without their mothers' care, will become rampaging, asocial juveniles, and so they, too, must go"(87).
"In fact, let us just call things what they are. When a man's love of finery clouds his moral judgement, that is vanity. When he lets a demanding palate make his moral choices, that is gluttony. When he ascribes the divine will to his own whims, that is pride. And when he gets angry at being reminded of animal suffering that his own daily choices might help him avoid, that is moral cowardice"(121).
"Few adults have any illusions about our modern factory farms and packing plants, or about the tender mercies accorded the creatures that creepeth therein: the bright, sensitive pig dangling by a rear hoof as he or she is processed along, squealing in horror; the veal calf taken from his mother, tethered and locked away in a tiny dark stall for all of his brief, wretched existence. If you could walk all of humanity through one of these places, 90 percent would never touch meat again. We would leave the place retching and gasping for air. We cringe at the thought of it, and that cringe is to our credit"(128).
"If any actual reverence still inspires Japan's whalers, it seems to be of the self-directed variety. Thus, we may 'adore' whales all we want, provided we have killed them first. We may indulge sentimentality, but only if it is showered upon the butchers themselves and their cherished ways. One may demand again and again to know just what is so 'special' about whales, only one must never, ever ask just what is so 'special' about whale meat. One may even acknowledge the 'loss of merit' in a man who would kill a whale or dolphin, but only if the reproof is confined to empty, self-serving ritual. And one is permitted to feel pity, even to wallow in it, just so long as it is self-pity"(171).
"Confronted with each nation's own questionable products and practices, we have two choices. We can say, as Mr. Komatsu hopes, 'Well, they do X but we do Y, so who are we to judge?' We then end up with no standard at all, instead using other people's cruelties as an excuse for our own. Or, in each country, we can take animal welfare seriously enough to examine X and Y on their own merits, by reference to clear and fixed standards we apply to ourselves and our own industries and all who enjoy the privilege of trading with us"(185).
"Is there, ask the modern theorists, 'something that feels like to be an animal'? Can it be scientifically established that animals feel anything? Can an animal 'think thoughts about thoughts'? Do animals act with 'intentionality,' conscious and deliberate in their actions, or are they merely 'purposeful,' driven by hither and yon by the blind instinct, impulse, or appetite of the moment? Can any animal be 'an appropriate object of sympathy'? As a practical matter it comes down to this: Do animals suffer and, if they do, what duties do we bear them"(191)?
"None of these abstract theories would warrant such space and attention if they stayed where they belong -- in the world of theory, mind puzzles to be debated in the faculty lounge. The problem lies in their practical application. They are what gives license to the vicious things that people actually do to animals. Here, piling conjecture upon conjecture, we have a smart fellow like Mr. Budiansky straining to prove that an elephant doesn't even know his or her own trunk. Somewhere in Africa, meanwhile, some unphilosophical lout is tormenting and killing an elephant, that elephant is trumpeting in fear and rage, the calves are crying and scattering, and the law does nothing to stop it because we're still not quite satisfied that the creatures suffer or that their suffering is meaningful or that they think or feel anything at all, and on and on. I am not sure what is the worse evil, the kill or the theory" (229).
"Missing above all is love, which the theorists mistake for utility. Love for animals, like our own love for one another, comes in seeing the worth and beauty of other apart from us, in understanding that the creatures need not be our equals to be our humble brothers in suffering and sadness and the story of life" (246).
"Closing the door on five hundred faces, I wonder how Perry gets any sleep himself over in that pretty new house of his. How does a man rest at night knowing that in this strawless dungeon of pens are all of these living creatures under his care, never leaving except to die, hardly able to turn or lie down, horror-stricken by every opening of the door, biting and fighting and going mad? This is how the hurricane found them too, all packed in like this, and what was that scene like"(260)?
"To run our modern factory farms and charnel houses, you need people actually willing to do the soul-killing work it requires. In America we have turned to our brothers to the south. Just as in Saint Thomas More's Utopia the bloodletting is left to the slaves, today, here and in Western Europe, we have our immigrants. Packing plants have long relied on the unskilled labor of immigrants, but only now are their services also needed for the rearing of livestock. They make fine 'associates.' They don't ask a lot of questions. They don't make demands. Deportable at any moment, they don't start unions or any of that nonsense. They keep to themselves, especially the illegal ones, and don't make trouble. Typically they don't know the first thing about pigs or other farm animals, either. But what does that matter when there is no tending or herding or caring to be done? All you need is hardworkin' people, people without choices, people so poor and desperate that seven or eight dollars an hour for cutting throats and filling dead holes seems like a break in life. Best of all, immigrants disappear. When they've saved enough and endured enough, you can send them back and feel like you've done them a favor. We don't have to see them, either" (262).
"Gay trundles ahead, directing my attention to this and that with the AI rod she has been using as a pointer, cheerfully unaware, apparently, of the profound betrayal of veterinary ethics everywhere around us -- the sworn obligation of every veterinarian 'to protect animal health [and] relieve animal suffering'"(268).
"To sum up, factory-farm animals aren't suffering, and Smithfield is not to blame for the suffering of factory-farm animals. It's all the consumers' fault. It's the shareholders' fault. It's the economy's fault. It's the competition's fault. It's the fault of the Japanese. The scientists. The weather. The mosquitos. It is the fault, the misery of factory-farm animals, of everything and everybody except the people who actually own the animals and control the farms"(280).
"Now...there is no more element of surprise because there is no more kindness. The treacheries begin on the day they are born. From the start they must feel they are in the hands of an enemy. No creature of the factory farm goes to its death feeling betrayed by friends"(286).
"Only effete 'urbanites,' we are admonished, care about such things because we are so estranged from nature's harsh realities. But these particular realities are not of nature's design, and in every corner of our factory farms one finds the most casual disregard for the nature of the animals themselves. Nature has its own hardships, but its own kindnesses, too, like straw and room to sleep and the care of a mother for her young. when we take even those away, we are smothering the inmost yearnings of these creatures and the charity in our own hearts" (288).
"Factory farming isn't just killing: It is negation, a complete denial of the animal as a living being with his or her own needs and nature. It is not the worst evil we can do, but it is the worst evil we can do to them...Take anything else I have described in this book -- elephants ambushed at the water hole, baby monkeys ripped from their mothers and eaten alive, dolphins trapped and clubbed to death -- and the reality is that none of it is any worse than anything we tolerate in our corporate farms. Perhaps you share my opinion of people who do those other things. You may call them cruel. You may call them reprehensible. But they all have a ready answer: 'You eat meat, don't you'"(289)?
"What are all these hardy menfolk really defending here? A pleasure. A flavor. A feeling in their bellies. And what does this say of them? Here life has presented them with a moral problem, maybe by their lights a little one but a moral problem all the same, and this is all they can think about, hens and burgers and pork loin stiffed with prunes and dried apricots. It's just too inconvenient, too much trouble to change"(320).
"Yet nothing so convinces me of the soundness of my own choice to do without meat as to be told again and again, in a thousand ads and cultural cues, that I have no choice at all, that I must eat meat to be strong and stout and hardy. I must have animal flesh, and yet somehow, with little sense of privation or struggle or self-mortification, I have managed to go twenty-eight years without it, never suffered a single nutrition-related medical problem, and, if I may strut a bit myself, have been known to bench press a respectable 355 pounds"(320).
"For my part, it has always seemed a good rule never to support or advocate any moral act that I would not be prepared to witness in person. I apply that to the questions of human welfare and I see no good reason not to apply it to animal welfare as well. When we shrink from the sight of something, when we shroud it in euphemism, that is usually a sign of inner conflict, of unsettled hearts, a sign that something has gone wrong in our moral reasoning" (321).
"From all three of these thinkers we get the same set of relevant facts: There is such a thing as pain or injury to an animal. There is such a thing as cruelty to animals. And directly or indirectly, cruelty to animals is bad. It is the act of an unjust person" (340).
"Perhaps that is part of the animals' role among us, to awaken humility, to turn our minds back to the mystery of things, and open our hearts to the most impractical of hopes in which all creation speaks as one. For them as for us, if there is any hope at all then it is the same hope, and the same love, and the same God who 'shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away'" (398).