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A Call for Compassion for the Defenseless

By Leo Babauta

We don’t like to think that our way of living is wrong, that our beliefs are untrue, that we participate in cruelty or injustice.

We want to think of ourselves as good people.

I know because I reacted with anger and defensiveness the first time I heard criticisms of the sweatshop clothing I owned, of the consumerism I participated in, of the sexism and homophobic culture I’d grown up in. I know because I ridiculed vegetarians and vegans when I first heard about their ridiculous abstaining from meat and animal products.

And yet, we can be good people … and close our eyes to wrongdoing.

This is when those who see the wrongdoing have a duty: to speak up, and call for conscience, and call for change. And call for compassion.

Today I am calling for compassion for animals: defenseless, suffering, feeling animals.

Our Food System

I grew up in the modern world, with food brought to me already prepared, ready to eat. Microwave dinners, chicken nuggets, cans of chips, packs of beef jerky and candy: it was all the same to me. It was just Food.

I knew nothing of where that food came from. If I ever thought of animals, it was animals on peaceful farms, living happy lives. But mostly I just thought of the food, the delicious, nourishing, yummy food. It wasn’t living beings, just food.

Of course, if we really open our eyes, these are fellow sentient, feeling beings that we’re eating. And they’re not happy or peaceful: they’re suffering, in mass factories of hormone injections, daily beatings, lives of living hell, and murder.

We rightly feel compassion when humans are subjected to mass murder and genocide, under the Nazis and Pol Pot, of the Kurds, in Rwanda, and other incidences of horrible suffering and injustice. And yet, we participate in the mass torture and murder of other beings, simply for our pleasure.

And sure, I will concede that human and animal lives are not equal. But that doesn’t mean they are worthless or unworthy of our compassion. It doesn’t mean we can treat them like unfeeling objects.

Many people reading this love animals — you love dogs, or cats, or bunnies, or dolphins. You would never whip a dog. You would never slash the throat of your pets after giving them a thorough beating. You feel their suffering and believe them to be worthy of your compassion.

And yet, we ignore the extreme suffering of animals. Done for us. For our pleasure.

No Justification

I am convinced that there is no justification for the torture and murder of the animals we raise for our food.

I’d probably kill an animal in self-defense, or to save my children, or to save other human lives. But we’re not talking about the choice between killing humans or killing animals.

We’re talking about the choice between killing animals, and not killing them.

There is no justification for killing these animals. A few reasons commonly given in justification:

What it boils down to is this: the only reason to eat meat or other animal products is because you like it. For your pleasure. And to me, killing for pleasure is not justified.

This is not an indictment of you as a person. You’re a good person, as am I. It’s an indictment of the food system we grew up in.

A Call for Change

It’s possible to change the system.

We can try veganism. It’s not hard, it’s actually enjoyable once you get used to it, and it can be very healthy.

You can join me in feeling compassion for our fellow sentient beings. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t act out of defensiveness. Don’t participate in mass torture and murder.

Withdraw from the horrors of the current food system, advocate for a plant diet, push for change.

Now that you’re awake to the suffering of animals, you too have a duty to help others see what’s happening. Desperate situations call for those who are aware to speak up, or they are complicit in the deed.

Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare,
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim and hew,
What they like, that let them do.

With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away
~Percy Bysshe Shelley



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