Souls have a way of turning on the ones who steal them.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Souls have a way of turning on the ones who steal them.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
I’m not in that dark any more.
I stepped out into the bright.
I brought the spirits of the slaughtered with me.
Yeah, on my back, till they trusted the bright that I trusted.
Now we walk and talk as one.
No extreme vetting possible when you can’t see what or whom you’re vetting.
~ Word Warrior Davies-Tight
‘I DON’T EAT ANIMALS WITH FACES’
I don’t eat animals period. That’s where I am in life and that’s where I choose to stay.
To begin, let me tell you that my only reason for not eating animals is to preserve the life of the animal. I believe that all animals, including the human animal, once born onto this planet have a right to live their life unencumbered by prejudice, discrimination, enslavement, torture and slaughter, and that no being has a right to take that life, unless in a situation of immediate personal threat. I would not personally kill an animal to eat, and I don’t expect anyone else to do it for me. By not eating animals I preserve the lives of those living and discourage the procreation of those destined for slaughter.
However, I wasn’t always a vegetarian. I was born into a family who ate animals and accepted it not only as a necessary part of survival, but as a delicacy as well – to be enjoyed. I recall many festive scenes surrounding the carving of a turkey or ham on holidays. And in my younger days was elated when Dad, knowing that ham was my favorite, would pile an extra helping onto my plate – without me even asking.
But there came a time when I started asking myself questions about the inconsistencies I observed around me. Why did hearing that a deer got shot saddened my mother, but stewing a chicken didn’t? And my grandmother who impressed me the most, telling me stories of living on the farm – loving the animals as her friends – running off into the woods during slaughter time, to chop down trees till exhausted, madder than a wet hen she’s say, while right in front of her on her plate sat two hot dogs (dogs as she called them) on buttered bread waiting to be devoured. Although young at the time, I remember noting the incongruity between her beliefs and consequent actions. Why if she loved the animals so much did she eat them?
Sometime thereafter an incident occurred that must have left its mark, because as I go over my life looking for clues as to what influenced me to care for the animals, this stands out startlingly clear. One bright, sunny Sunday morning, the air crisp, clear and sweet smelling, the whole family set out for the country to attend an all day picnic at friends of my parents. They had a big swimming pool and huge, expansive garden with every flower and vegetable. Fruit trees too.
Upon arriving we unpacked the car, then strolled across the long yard into a scene that I will never forget. The husband standing in khaki shorts, black leather shoes and black socks; blood splattered all over his bare chest and legs, cigar stub in mouth, hatchet in hand. Chickens – some running, some squawking, others barely moving. And he, laughing through a mucous-filled throat, “I’ll get you little sons-of-bitches”. Wife talking to Mom about defeathering and gardening as they walked back toward the house. And hearing faintly as they walked further away, “You know Peg, he hates to do that”. I was stunned. Those poor defenseless chickens. It wasn’t right. And why did he do it, if he hated to do it? But, he was a nice guy and so was everybody. And he didn’t kill any in front of us. I was glad of that. So, just like everybody else, I went on to enjoy the day swimming and playing, and eating my fair share of hot dogs and hamburgers.
I suppose experiences such as these as well as others along the way sit on a back burner for a while, waiting to emerge at some later time to influence your life, because it wasn’t till many years later that I actually did stop eating animals. But when I did, it happened suddenly.
Asleep one night I dreamed I was at a barbecue house in Florida. I recall sitting on a long bench attached to a long table with meat paper stretched over the top of it. In fact, there were many of these tables in a large barn-like structure with a concrete floor. The serving area was to the front of the building extending across it. And the kitchen was to the left rear with swinging doors with windows in them.
Sitting there I began to feel a little uncomfortable, but didn’t know why. I noticed a few people milling around, then became vaguely aware that no one was talking. I assumed they were waiting for an order, as I guessed I was, but I didn’t remember ordering anything.
Well, in a second what I saw carried out from that kitchen on a barbecue spit five feet long was a charcoal – broiled – to a golden brown – whole person, all shriveled up. Well, I didn’t wait around to see who ordered it – I knew I didn’t. I got the hell out of that dream in a hurry! To keep a short story short, it was that scene in that dream that convinced me to stop eating animals.
The next morning when I talked it over with my husband we both agreed that if it wasn’t right to slaughter a human for barbecue, then it wasn’t right to slaughter any other animal for barbecue; they were one and the same. So, that’s how my animal-free adventure began. As swift as that with not much deliberation, we stopped eating animals…and knew we were right in doing so.
For the next few years going meatless became an ever-present challenge – three meals a day, whether cooked at home or eaten out had to be dealt with. Since eating out offered limited taste and variety I decided to cook. I spent hour after hour scouring magazines and cookbooks for ideas, but couldn’t find much. It seemed that vegetarians back in the ’70s were primarily into taste bud punishment. So, I began experimenting on my own. I cooked day and night discovering new ways to please my palate, my husband’s palate, and anyone else’s who ate at our house. I was determined to make this work, and would prove to everyone that I could prepare meals without meat that were every bit as tasty as meals with meat. And I did just that. Proved it again and again.
But somewhere along the way our commitment started to break down. Whether it was the lack of support – and in many cases outright scorn and rejection from family, friends, associates, co-workers, wait staff in restaurants etc. – or simply a desire to do what everybody else was doing – whatever the reason (and it’s never difficult to find a reason for doing something that’s already socially acceptable) – we started eating meat again. And we did it with rebellious abandon, convincing ourselves that if everyone else did it, then it must be right. We packed our refrigerator full of meat. Bought in bulk at the warehouse, where we could pick out large cuts at wholesale prices. We had steak every night.
Then, just before Christmas one year we stopped at a farm in Amherst, Massachusetts that advertised quail for sale. We thought for something different we’d cook up a couple for Christmas dinner. We walked into a shed where a farmer was tending his birds whom he sold mainly to the University of Massachusetts for experimental purposes. He raised them. Many of them. Of exotic variety. They were everywhere. All in cages. And we moved very carefully so as not to disturb any of them.
We told the farmer what we wanted. But before filling our order he talked about the birds, pointing each one out as he told of each one’s uniqueness. He started to walk toward what looked like a refrigerator, but stopped midstream to open a cage. He removed a bird. And instead of showing it to us as I thought he was going to do, he held it securely in his left hand while forcing the mouth open by squeezing it’s jowls, then with his right hand, swiftly and dispassionately thrust a bade into the opened beak and up through the brain. He did this with a second bird, then asked, “That’s all you wanted was two, right?” I choked out a “yes”, but thought not this way! But how did I expect to get a quail? Prepackaged, defeathered, ready to cook – already dead?
Well, this meat-eating spree didn’t last for long, since once again I became subject to my own curious questioning, while at the same time being quietly nagged by a thought I had recently stumbled across – that the majority is not always right.
For the next several years I seesawed back and forth between eating animals and not eating animals. This indecision helped to further exacerbate the already present conflict in me which had been brewing for years. I knew it was wrong to kill animals to eat or for any other reason, but wanted proof of its wrongness. I went over and over the arguments I heard in defense of killing animals: We slaughter animals because we raise them for slaughter; we’re at the top of the food chain; they don’t contribute to society; God gave us permission; they taste good; we’ve always done it; everyone else does it; we developed large arm muscles with which to hunt; we developed large canine teeth with which to tear flesh; animals kill each other; it’s a matter of survival; we’re superior; plants scream when pulled from the ground; they’re dumb; they can’t feel pain or fright; they would otherwise suffer by the hands of nature from overpopulation and starvation. And some even said that there’s no such thing as good and bad, right or wrong, and if we accepted the world without judgment, then what’s one more dead cow?
I could not find in any of these arguments, or any others, a foundation of truth which could be in any way logically construed to justify the raising and killing of animals for consumption or any other reason. It just didn’t make sense to force these animals into violent, wretched, premature deaths to satisfy our own appetites.
If you raise a child for slaughter, that child is still a child. The billions of children and adults we kill on a continual basis in the animal kingdom of which we are part can only be given a name as harsh, cruel and gruesome as holocaust. It is our arrogance which prevents us from understanding and acknowledging this truth. We fear that our acknowledgement will put other needy humans (ourselves included) at risk; that we will lose the preferential treatment that we’ve been so accustomed to throughout the ages. We live under the false assumption that in order to help one group, we must neglect another group. This is just not so. The more you love, the more love you have to give. The more you care for and respect your co-inhabitants on this earth, the more caring and respectful you become of everybody’s rights. There is a bottomless well of caring in each of us. All we have to do is loosen the grip of our own arrogance on our own thoughts and actions. You will not love your own group or yourself less; you’ll love them and yourself more. We simply do not have to neglect one part of nature to care for another part.
Continuing to grow inside of me was an unrest regarding this issue that once again fulminated in a dream…in this dream I was the chicken. And scared shit I was to die by the swing of that hatchet. My heart beat so fast I thought it would stop. I awoke in a pool of sweat. I may have even urinated. But at that precise moment I knew right from wrong – judgment or not. When it was my head there was no question. The conflict melted away. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you. It was so simple.
That night as I laid my head safely back to the pillow, I remembered hearing a long, long time ago a mother telling her child as she pointed to the dog, “See, he has eyes just like yours…and a nose…and ears…and a mouth”…as she outlined the dog’s face with her fingers. And that’s where I am today – ‘I don’t eat animals with faces’.
As far as the inconsistencies and incongruities I observed then and continue to observe now, I attribute them to ignorance in some cases; an inability to acknowledge the fact that we’ve been committing wrongful acts for most of our lives; a resistance to change and growth (many times the result of family’s, our friend’s and societal disapproval of our choices); and in still other cases, a simple lack of commitment. In my own case, I have finally bridged the gap between my beliefs and consequent actions, and I have my grandmother to thank for that.
Everything in life wasn’t meant to come easy or even naturally. Work, hard work, is an integral part of challenging us to do and be better.
Always giving way to what is most comfortable or taking the path of least resistance is seen as hedonistic – selfish.
As long as we live among other animals, we must take them into account in all our plans to dominate the planet, rather than toss them away or use, abuse and destroy their right to exist alongside and among us.
Hedonism promotes chaos not freedom.
I never call myself names in my thoughts. Maybe I should. Maybe that’s why I don’t call other people names. Maybe I will, if you terrorize me by threatening my physical or emotional self, you’re the idiot, because I’m the best and only friend you ever had.
You see, I respect your right to be in the same universe with me as long as you extend all other animals that same courtesy.
It’s plant-eaters vs animal-eaters.
There are plant meats and animal meats.
All animal-eaters are also in the plant-eater category.
That’s what makes them smug.
No animal-eater is plant-free.
Yet, a plant-eater is animal-free.
So we flip it.
Nobody calls themself a plant-eater unless they don’t eat animals.
What person who eats animals calls themself a plant-eater?
They don’t except when they’re trying to win an argument.
Animal-eaters go both ways. Plant-eaters go one way – the only way that respects the rights of other animals to survive and thrive on this planet.
It’s about who is the enemy of the animal:
God directed him to the stables where the animals were waiting, while still in his mother’s belly.
If God controlled everything, then God could have made way at the Inn. But God didn’t according to legend.
Most people aren’t all that religious. They’re part of a community where there’s safety in numbers – everybody knows who you are even if they don’t know you personally.
So what was the significance of Jesus being born among the animals in the stables? Come on, Jesus, the most powerful influence over humans on the planet for over two thousand years already, not rich even or powerfully connected, and there’s no significance beyond it just happened that way? No plan you mean?
There must be a significance, other than the obvious ‘no rooms left for vagrants’ or maybe they had money. What were they? On the lam? From what? Running from those who would stone a pregnant woman with no husband? And what would those authorities do to those who housed such people? I don’t know. I didn’t live back then. This is now. The animals are my mission to help raise and complete that which was purposely lost over time, since Jesus’ people left them out of their book based on their perceived lack of worthiness. Now that’s a glaring prejudice toward all beings that God supposedly created then optically paired with God’s supposed only human son as obviously worthy of something other than torture and slaughter.
Well, the books say God’s only son, which means God had more than one daughter, maybe half the human race.
Going back, it seems also according to legend, that a star shined bright in the sky, making way for three wise men (no women here; sounds like a union) whose purpose it was to give gifts to the newborn. Any room in the Inn for the wiseguys? Well, you can do as the Jews do and accept without questioning the facts or motives of God.
Now there’s a dictatorship that needs undoing – especially when a religion is based in part on the consumption of God’s greatest creations being eaten alive and expelled down the shitter as a sign of respecting whom?
The Christians who more than any religion speak of a morality above all others have of course Jesus as their figurehead and money motivating tool to separate the rich from the poor. Another glaring prejudice.
The other animals don’t much matter in their lives, except to exploit for the purpose of attaining wealth.
What did you do, make a deal with your devil to separate yourselves from all other animals and make yourselves their God? Their Keeper? God made you in God’s image? Not in the image of any other animal? In whose image did God make all the other animals?
So the animals in the stable were put there by your design, and the three wiseguys stayed in the Inn after the Innkeeper denied a pregnant woman a room? Those wiseguys were so generous that they refused to give up their room for her? But brought her gifts and displayed them in front of all the other animals?
It doesn’t matter who stayed in the Inn. Jesus was born among the other animals and that’s where the star led the wiseguys – to the stables.
Or maybe the star led them to the Inn. When they arrived there was no room for any wiseguys wanting to barter, so they were also directed to the stables for shelter from the brewing sand storm.
What is the significance of all that?
One animal kingdom under God? And in that kingdom humans shall reign supreme?
We’ve got some prejudicial issues here.
What’s the humane society? What does it mean? Do they advocate treating people like they should be treated? And how is that? In a respectful, compassionate, fair manner? Humans are animals too. It’s a society for the advancement of respectful, compassionate and fair treatment of all the other species of animals excluding humans?
Is it about treating other animals like humans like to be treated?
Where did they get that name, humane?
Massaging animals before slaughtering them is humane?
Feeding them in an open field of grass to keep them healthy and fat before murdering them is humane? Is that like any human you know likes to be treated, or has a reasonable expectation of being treated?
Is it like playing music for the Jews before exterminating them?
Change that name or make it fit. You’ve been sitting on the fence too long.
Do you call your mother’s milk a by-product?
Hair, bones, teeth, blood, organs, skin, fingernails, toenails, by-products?
Do you call your Mom’s eggs by-products?
Humans are animals.
I am an animal rights activist/advocate.
You claim not to be an animal.
You claim all animals to be beneath you.
I am an animal rights activist.
I act on behalf of animals.
It’s not healthy to exclude yourself from that which you are. No better, maybe worse for the denial, than any other animal.
Face it. You’re a predator. You exhibit a behavior that is already extinct.
That you exist is a testament to the tenacity of evil.
The Gods look unfavorably upon those who brutally enslave, torture and slaughter animals meant to roam free on this earth.
Humans pay through disease and misfortune all their lives for these egregious acts of hatred.
God does not want back as gifts the animals whom God created.
Dead humans are not to be given as gifts. Humans are animals. Therefore no dead animal is to be offered up as a gift to any God.
No animal was given by any God to be exploited by any other animal.
No animal is to be given to any God or person in exchange for hopes of obtaining good fortune from any God or person. That good fortune will never arrive.
After all these centuries, the Gods still reject the gifts as coming from Satan.
Animal Rights are Human Rights.
Human Rights are Animal Rights.
Humans are animals.
As a consequence, all the human rights protected by law apply to all other animals.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Plant foods are nature’s medicine for the body. Animals are not.
Plants do a body good. Animals do a body harm.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
If human is a race, as well as a member of the animal kingdom, then other animals are also members of the animal kingdom thus races.
If you discriminate, enslave, torture and slaughter another race, then you are a racist.
Extrapolating the Five Principles To A Better Life.
Every human has the right to defend itself against any aggressor.
Every other animal has the right to defend itself against any aggressor.
I give to you now, the right to defend the defenseless.
I give you the right, now, to open the doors of every slaughterhouse in the world.
Your God working for you now…
You always did have that right.
Wasting food in the kitchen is not something that I often do. Guess I get that from my mother.
When I develop a recipe, I have to get it right the first time. If I don’t, then that’s money down the disposal.
When I go into that kitchen, I’m all business. There is no failure option for me. That being said, on the occasion that I do fail, I always make a positive out of it, but I never, ever feel good about it.
That feeling in itself motivates me to have fewer failures, because I don’t like not feeling good – about anything.
I’m the type of person who doesn’t take well to being jolted or prodded by others. It doesn’t feel good.
I take care of jolting and/or prodding myself. It’s called self-correcting behavior.
We all have that capacity as humans, being part of the animal race to which we belong.
One race includes us all – the animal race.
We grow more plants to feed animals whom we kill to eat, than we grow to feed humans.
But when we eat the animals we’re not getting the benefit of all those veggies eaten by all those animals, because the veggies are no longer veggies.
The veggies eaten by the animal build muscle, fat and bone as well as maintain all organs and systems of the animal. Knowing that, why not eat the plants in their natural form instead of processing them through an animal? If plants build muscle, fat and bone as well as maintain all organs and other systems in the animal you’re eating, then why not cut out the middle man and eat plants directly, letting our own bodies build from the benefit?
People who want corn fed cows or grass fed cows are making a connection between what a cow eats and what they want to put, pre-processed by the animal, into their bodies. But these same people won’t eat corn. It makes no logical sense to get the benefits of corn after a cow has eaten it. When you eat a cow you’re not getting the benefit of the corn. You have to eat the corn to get that benefit
We don’t get two in one by processing veggies in the animal before we eat the animal.
Cut out the middle man – the processing animal – so we get our plant food in it’s non-processed form.
Then stop raising animals to eat.
Feeding animals veggies and other animals, then killing them for our plate isn’t an efficient way to feed humans.
There’s something about the silence of humanity in the wilderness that soothes and invigorates simultaneously the human soul.
I don’t think it’s the same for the other animals who reside and thrive (or not) in that same wilderness.
I wonder where they go to be soothed and invigorated simultaneously?
When I first joined Facebook, being the animal rights activist I am, I saw a lot of slaughter photos/videos, posted by the friends I had on Facebook who were animal rights activists trying to educate the populace to the horrors of enslavement, torture and slaughter.
I wasn’t, however, accustomed to seeing up front and personal the actual physical reality of it, even though I had already written about it from the resource of my mind’s eye – knowing logically what happened through the process of enslavement, torture and slaughter. As it turned out I was accurate in my writing of what I saw – without physically seeing it.
I viewed EARTHLINGS, but when it came to skinning an animal alive, well, I couldn’t go there, yet.
I eventually did, when recently a video on my Facebook news feed. It was a short video, and as I clicked it on I talked to my personal God to help me see it, to help me view what to me was the most horrific torture any being could ever experience. It was not easy, but I knew I had to do it.
My God did that for me – even though It didn’t have to, since I already knew, and It already knew that I knew. Still…my personal God kept me quiet and helped me keep my eyes open as I kept saying ‘help me do this’.
When it was over, it didn’t change anything about me, except that I had the courage to finally view that which before I could not.
What I’ve seen on Facebook recently is a shift from ‘all slaughter photos and videos all the time’, to an insertion of saved animals, happy stories of people with their family animals enjoying life. Videos of animals showing compassion toward other animals. Animals grieving when their babies were ripped from them. Animals loving other species – playing with them with carefree delight. Funny videos. Sweet videos. Angry animals standing up to their aggressors…and on and on.
“I believe that in many instances other species are more humane than humans, and those videos have shown that to me and to the world.”
I don’t know how that shift happened, that videos/photos on Facebook are now showing the humanity of other species, but I know that it is both appropriate and true.
So, to all those participating in that effort, to show the horror and the humanity – of other animals, I say thank you.
Thank you forever.
~ Sharon Davies-Tight
I WAS TREATED JUST LIKE AN ANIMAL…
The reason why there’s so many serial, mass and individual killings in this country and around the world is because church, state, family and school teach our kids to enslave, torture and slaughter other animals.
For God’s sake, you put one on their plate at every meal.
God didn’t tell you to do that.
You pray before you eat it and thank God for giving him/her to you.
God didn’t give that to you. You took it. You trapped it and stole God’s precious life.
No, you don’t get forgiven. You stop. Now.
Humans are animals. To all humans who think they’re better and complain when attacked by another human, that you were treated just like AN ANIMAL!! – I was treated no better than an animal – well, you are an animal.
You need to own that fact. How did you treat animals? Yeah, you.
I ain’t no animal.
Oh yeah, you are. So you think they’re pretty dumb, huh? What’s that God-damned thing on your plate? What did that animal do to you? Huh? You put an animal on the table every night, that you paid someone to kill for you. Yeah, you.
You can’t figure that out? Whoa, now that’s pretty dumb, which makes you a dumb animal.
So that’s how you got treated by your attacker – a human animal attacker. Just like an animal, you got treated like the animal you are.
You said it yourself. Your attacker mistook you for what’s on your plate. And you’re shocked.
A human animal attacked another human animal. And you think you shouldn’t be attacked by another human animal, because you’re what?, civilized? Huh. Then what’s that dead animal, whom you had killed, doing on your plate? Did he/she attack you? How many hon-human animals have you been attacked by?
You paid for it mother fucker. Remember? at the grocery store? Or you stole it.
An animal is an animal. You can’t prove that you’re not an animal, nor can you prove that you’re better than any other animal. All you can prove is that you’re not civilized. The dead animal that didn’t attack you is on your plate. The plate proves it.
Got ya laughin’ now don’t I?
You’re more concerned that I used the words “mother fucker”, than about that dead animal on your plate. Proof that your priorities and morals are all mixed up. It’s worse to call somebody a name than it is to kill someone.
Oh really?? that cow isn’t ‘someone‘? That cow is somebody’s daughter or son that you paid a hit person to kill for you.
What? it isn’t against the law?
You break laws all the time, that you think aren’t fair to you. Besides, there’s no law that says you have to kill another animal. You do it, because you want to do it. Doing something because everybody else does it, puts you in moral jeopardy. Can’t you figure anything out on your own? Or do you let everybody else do your figuring for you?
You’re in trouble with God, in case you didn’t figure that one out yet either.
Take a break from what everybody else does. Start thinking for yourself. The next time you say, you were treated like an animal, better think before you speak. What non-human animal raped you, or beat you, or stole from you, or murdered someone in your family, or tied you up and tortured you, or tried to murder you?
What you really meant is a human animal treated you like you treat all non-human animals.
You think non-human animals deserve to be treated that way. Non-human animals are raped, beaten, tied up and tortured, murdered, and yes stolen from. You steal their babies all the time. The younger they are the better they taste, you say.
You’ve got some rethinkin’ to do.
If God’s plan was to put animals on earth to be enslaved, tortured and slaughtered, God would have created them as plants.
It’s the human animal who treats other animals like plants, but that’s not the reality of who they are.
In reality, God created the plants to eat and for all animals, including the human animal, to roam free.
You can’t plant animals – no matter the species. You can only plant seeds from plants that grow into plants needed to sustain animal life on the planet. Sure, you can plant a sperm into a human or other animal – or plant a sperm and an ovum in a test tube – to grow a human or other animal, but you cannot plant a human sperm or ovum into soil to produce a plant or to produce a human.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
You don’t have to be an animal lover to respect their right to life. You don’t even have to like them. Just leave them alone and don’t get in the way of their survival. They don’t get in your way. When is the last time a cow, pig, goat, lamb, chicken, buffalo, trout, lobster disrespected your right to life?
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Eating animals, experimenting on animals, using animals for entertainment purposes or enslaving them for any other reason will go the way of tobacco.
Although it’s still legal, it will become socially unacceptable, frowned upon, and people will be shamed who participate in the raising for slaughter, the buying and selling of animals before, during and after – and those who demean through dominion will be outcast.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight