Until very recently I never
gave much thought to what animals had to be put through in order to be counted
on to perform for the pleasure of human beings.
Practically everybody of my generation has been to the circus at one
time or another in their lives and we have all been dazzled and maybe thrilled
to see those elephants and tigers and lions performing in obedience to their
so-called “trainers”. Did we ever notice
that they did not fawn over the man who cracked the whip? A domesticated dog, hungry for human
attention and with lots of instinctive affection to bestow, bubbles over when
laying eyes upon just about anybody who comes into view, especially when the
approaching individual is the pet’s owner or even somebody halfway
familiar. Walk into any pet shop and you
will be greeted by yelps and sniffs and scratching coming from just about every
cage on the many shelves. But in the
circus we see no wagging tails on those performing beasts in the ring, no
delight in the very presence of those giving the commands. They respond only to threats.
The ones performing are not
domesticated; they are captives who have been subjected to the cruel abuse and
repression of their captors. A few weeks
ago 60 Minutes had a segment that featured an elderly married couple who have
made it a life’s work gathering proof of such cruelty. They have spent what must be millions to
expose the racket, even to the extent of paying photographers to eavesdrop with
hidden cameras behind the scene to record the deadly doings. They have extended their investigation into many
different countries. We were warned ahead of time that some of what we would
see would be deeply disturbing and horrifying.
It was! But the good news is that
these folks have had tremendous success in getting humane laws passed and
rescuing what must be hundreds of animals from a fate worse for them than
death. Barnum and Bailey’s recent
abolishment of its elephant extravaganzas was surely one of the fruits of the
labors of these humane and committed folks.
In 1962 a movie, “Hatari”,
featuring John Wayne, put in a successful bid at the box office. Unlike other Wayne vehicles, this one had no
villains. The viewer visited an African
game compound and watched as an assorted band of daredevils captures one animal
after another for display in the zoos of the world. Romantic comedy was mixed with the action;
Wayne and Elsa Martinelli (owner of the hunting business for which the men
work) fall for each other, and Red Buttons provides some sassy pun licks, but
ultimately it all comes down to the dangerous business of capture and ship. Hatari
after all is Swahili for “danger”.
I remember feeling entertained by the film, especially by Henry
Mancini’s score that included the famous “Baby Elephant Walk”, but over the
decades since, my consciousness raising over animal rights has reached such a
point that I do not plan ever to see “Hatari” again or recommend it to any
viewers. The only positive thing I can
say about it is that no animals are killed for sport – only one crocodile to
save a member of the party from fatal attack.
What we are not shown in the
film are the conditions to which the captured animals are subjected. I know they are confined to pens awaiting
their new existence displaying themselves for curious citizens in varied countries. But how can we not be aware of the fact that
these denizens of the forest will never know freedom again? Their fate is unknown, after we last see
them, but thanks to 60 Minutes I have a rather clear idea of what it is.
Animal rights are one thing,
human rights are right there alongside of them.
There are thousands of refugees from war torn nations who are at this
very minute being treated in like fashion, confined to walled-up and wired up
encampments barely surviving, and many of them will likewise never know again
the freedom that was once theirs. We say
that what is happening to these creatures is cruel, which it is, but the more I
give thought to the subject of cruelty, the more it becomes clear to me that
cruel treatment does not necessarily involve sadistic treatment. Conditions themselves can be cruel –
conditions that evolve from desperate and dangerous circumstances that nobody
welcomes.
The dictionary gives us
essentially two definitions of the word “cruelty”. On the one hand, it is identified as
delighting in the pain of others, and secondly as doing what causes pain,
whether the doer is aware of the result or not.
A cruel act can be nothing more than the making of a decision that
causes needless suffering. Pertaining to
the first meaning, a sadist is a demented individual who enjoys inflicting
pain. Such a one does not have to have a
political or practical reason for what s/he does. The suffering s/he imposes is reason
enough. Watching another living being
writhing and slowly succumbing to the numbness of death feeds some perverted
hunger of theirs. They glory in the
agony. Jack the Ripper comes to mind and
numerous self-confessed killers on Death Row, as well as the Nazi death camps
that were run by people hired to be monstrous.
But by far the most insidious form of cruelty is the second type, the
unintentional, the suffering that emerges from what is conceived of as a high
and noble purpose.
Those of us who have seen the
movie “Apocalypse Now” might recall the moment in which Robert Duvall as a
military commander expresses delight in the smell of napalm. He claims it gives him a lift, especially in
the morning. He bellows about it as he
bends down to serve water to a wounded civilian right after his company has
leveled the town and brought devastation upon the civilian he is supposed to be
serving. He is so distracted by his own
waxing enthusiasm that he never finishes letting the man drink. He does not seem to be pleased with suffering
as such, but he is totally insensitive to what impact his actions have had upon
the lives of Vietnamese peasants. He
wants to win the war, to correct something that allegedly needs correcting, but
he might as well be delighting in the smell of blood, which for sure is just as
keen in that morning air as is his beloved napalm.
War’s and injustice’s cruel
aftermath!
How many of us decent citizens
have ever been the recipients of cruelty as children? I know I was.
I am not speaking of domestic abuse and violence; I suffered none of
that. I mean the kind of cruelty that
one child can practice upon another on the playground or in the streets during
playtime. I was not a very brave
kid. I was terrified of rough play or
physical combat. Bullies were not
unheard of where I spent my preteen years.
Some of what I underwent is such a painful and shameful memory that I
could not bring myself to talk about it, much less put it down in print. I saw what must have been criminals in the
making, whether they ever stepped over onto the wrong side of the law or
not. My parents and I did not live in a
very affluent neighborhood. And I
realize now all these decades later that the economic deprivations contributed
to the shaping of many young minds. A
child fights back against such things and the inhibited scaredy-cats like me
are an easy target. If you get stomped
on at home where you cannot defend yourself, you take it out on weaker
playmates who you know will not make trouble for you. The seeds of inferiority get planted in the
child’s mind and as they germinate the seeds of superiority can grow up right
alongside in a tug-of-war.
What the two types of cruelty
have in common – that which comes from close up and that which comes from afar
– is the needlessness of it, whatever form it takes. No human or social or political good is
served when innocent people are savagely conquered and exploited. It only serves to fulfill the demands of
somebody’s warped understanding of their own or their nation’s or tribe’s
importance and the supposed authority of their own brute strength. Those immigrants who have found shelter in
our country could tell us a lot about that.
We can only imagine what they have lived through. Let us as a nation of peace and plenty
welcome them and support them in their struggle to start a new life.
To read other entries in my
blog, please consult its website:
enspiritus.blogspot.com. To know
about me, consult the autobiographical entry on the website for Dec. 5, 2016.
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