Saturday, January 29, 2011

Earthling1: Le Premier Blog.

"The Three Stages of Truth: 1. Ridicule 2. Violence 3. Acceptance" ~ Earthlings

"I will take your truth and honesty without the ridicule and violence, thank you." ~Mariah Hoffman



I am put in a particularly interesting position here. I was born and raised in the dairy industry. I owe everything I have now to it, including all of those negative aspects like the exploitation the cows I grew up with. Perhaps this is why I relived so many traumatic childhood memories while watching the film Earthlings this past week. De-horning, painful abcesses, cows stressed into shortened lives, branding--- I've seen it all, and by all means, the images themselves are gut-wrenching and visceral. It has been said time and time again by my peers. Fore, example, this young lady:

*Shell123ey's video response to Earthlings. Enjoy the accent. 

Where I should have been de-sensitized to these things, instead they seemed to affect me even more than when I had seen them as a child-- in person. So, I had to wait to write this blog until I could look back more objectively, and perhaps more philosophically. I can see the silver lining, the power of the whole "one at a time" aspect. 


Some information on Premarin production. 

This is my PMU mare (Grace) today. She, at least, has a happy ending. 

However, ugliness is everywhere. 

Pelito (before) in Puerto Rico- a survivor of the streets, brought in by Save-a-Sato

*Pelito today

I don't post such pictures to garner sympathy or anger. Instead, I think I'll keep this within the realm of awareness and self-reflection. Shame, guilt, and all those negative emotions are not as powerful as those that would manifest action. This is a paradigm shift.  Like the XIVth Dalai Lama stated, when asked why he doesn't participate in anti-war demonstrations: 
I will never do that, but as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I'll be there.
I am not against cruelty or against the meat industry so much as for the ethical treatment and lack of pain for all. I think perhaps that is something that does not change things on a large-scale, but it does change my life decisions. I grew up as part of an exploitative business. I told my father when I moved to Austin to "save the world" that I couldn't stay on the dairy and stand idly by. But looking upon it now, what kind of life are any of us entitled to? I know this seems hypocritical coming from a self-proclaimed eternal optimist, but how do you weigh the immorality of exploitation against the fact that animals in nature are likely to be killed as well, and in no less humane of a way? 

By that argument, my father will attest that his cows have the same quality of life as he. He does his job, they do theirs, and the world keeps spinning round. If they don't eat, neither does he. If they're hot, he's outside in the heat with them. They are safe from predators because he has put up things that stifle them. Life is work. Life is hard-- for all involved. We shape each other--- for better or worse. Think of shepherds who can't do their jobs in the hill-country without their dogs. Think of how eating meat has changed our health as well. On the other spectrum, there are now thousands of breeds of dogs because man has chosen so. (Yet we didn't discuss the morality of selective breeding either--- though that's a separate argument altogether.) I've always been a firm believer in being in communion with nature and all that is around me. I will admit, I eat meat, but only when I go home, where I know where the animals come from and how they met their end. 

Then there's my sister, who is my inspiration, who took action as a very small girl and went vegetarian.

*Cassie with her veggie pad thai. She is the reason that family dinner's are always a show.

Still, one has to consider the shock campaign of this film. The images were graphic for a reason, and yes I do believe that some of the images depicted in Earthlings were outdated, and perhaps even illegal in some places by now. At least, I hope that is the case. However, the power still lies in the fact that a photo does not lie. Those things did (and probably still do) happen.

Was I appalled? Absolutely. Did some part of me feel guilt and shame for my responsibility in all the pain inflicted? Of course. 

Still, I have to agree with those who previously argued that not all labs and not all producers are heartless or disrespectful egomaniacs with some sick fascination with cruelty. It may be true that "of all creatures ever made he (man) is the most detestable. He's the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain."~ Mark Twain 
But surely we are not all such creatures, are we?

My father certainly isn't. So how do I reconcile, within my own life, the things I do disagree with, however, especially when that is just "good business practice"?
Here, I say the whole institution should not be torn asunder, but things must change. 
Information can only benefit. So here, I've posted a video of milking procedures. Take it for what you will. I hate the semantics of it, about maximizing profit, but in my mind, this is how humans are worked as well. I know plenty of people who lead an existence much like this. The difference, of course, here is that these cows did not have a choice in the matter. Actually, this reminds me an awful lot of my milking parlor back home. 


In this case, is the mere fact that humans are the benefactors of the situational power dynamic, in and of itself, make any interaction with such animals unethical?

And what of our guilt? If we are just feeling guilty, though, and are not convinced somewhere deep inside, in a very visceral way, then this does not build some sense of morality, and everyday decisions do not change .How does one develop a sense of morality? That requires moral development. 


I have to consider here human moral development. Most humans are still in conventional moral development, where we merely behave from consequence, rather than an actual sense of what is good for all or a sense of altruism. 



Again, I ask, how do we develop a sense of morality?

Earthlings: Part Deux


Perhaps I am "beating a dead horse,"  (Forgive the phrase. That's horrible imagery.) but I really feel it necessary to revisit this. It is not just animals being used in food, clothing, entertainment, etc. that we should worry about. Commodification and disrespect is embedded deep within the human psyche.

"Though among the members of the human family we recognize the moral imperative of respect (every human is a somebody, not a something), morally disrespectful treatment occurs when those who stand at the power end of a power relationship treat the less powerful as if they were mere objects." ~ Earthlings

Warning: explicit images

Various celebrities in PETA pro-vegetarian/spay/neuter and anti-fur campaign advertisements. 
 As a side note, unless this was meant to be  ironic, does anyone else find it hypocritical to talk about objectification (be it human or animal) in advertisements? 

My point is that humans, as a whole, do not seem to really put enough focus on the value of anything in context of its inherent worth. Rather, if we are very focused on self, and many are, we look at bottom lines and how everything reflects upon us. Qui bene?

Think of how desensitized these individuals were to the violence they were inflicting. There were some rather rough individuals in the film. 
*PETA's Barnum & Bailey footage

However, are these jobs cruel themselves, or are cruel people just drawn to these jobs because they are able to excel at them.
After all, it is a fact that almost all murderers or abusers are knows to have begun their violence on animals. 
"The statistics supporting the animal abuse to other crimes connection are overwhelming. For instance, in one twenty-year study, 70% of animal abusers committed other crimes, and 44% went on to harm people. In another recent study, 99% of animal abusers had convictions for other crimes, 100% of people who committed sexual homicide (like Jeffrey Dahmer) had abused animals, and 61.5% of animal abusers had assaulted a human as well. A 1997 study showed that when comparing 153 animal abusers to neighbors of similar age and gender, animal abusers were five times more likely to be arrested for violent crimes, three times more likely to commit drug-related crimes, even three times more likely to get traffic tickets."
Here is a link to the article: http://www.hg.org/article.asp?id=8011
Indeed, the Medical News Today website has published an article titled “How the Brain Controls Emotion” This article claims that “researchers have now discovered that the brain is able to prevent emotions from interfering with mental functioning by having a specific "executive processing" area of the cortex inhibit activity of the emotion-processing region”. Our emotions, similar to the brain, we notice the pain that is being inflicted on an animal or individual and then we consider whether it is relevant of our attention. When we drive our cars, for instance, we notice that there billboard signs all over the city, but because our brain is structured so that we learn to discriminate between what is important at the moment or not, we do not focus on billboard signs, instead we focus on the road. 


In Eating Animals, Jonathan Foer introduces the reader to a backup killer from a poultry factory farm. The nameless narrator admitted that he “killed thousands of birds that way. Maybe tens of thousands. Maybe hundreds of thousands. In that context, you lose track of everything: where you are, what you’re doing, how long you’ve been doing it, what the animals are, what you are. It’s a survival mechanism, to keep you from going sane” (608). 


Consider the Stanford Prison experiment. If humans were in a position of control and superiority, we would exert sadistic behaviors towards those who are weaker. I associate this behavior with the fear humans have of being dominated or put in a position where we are powerless. 







It is a question of overcoming our psychology, then. It is a fundamental question of what we will do in power. Perhaps, this is where I could segue into the Sztybel article, for I believe he really drew upon this in his Holocaust argument. 
"As long as there are slaughterhouses, there will be battlefields." ~Tolstoy
How true.





Blackberry: Men have always hated us. 
Holly: No. They just destroyed the warren because we were in their way. 
Fiver: They'll never rest until they've spoiled the earth. 

~ Richard Adams, Watership Down

About Me


Here I am a rabbit-hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems Ive made the final sacrifice
...
I must become a lion-hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice

"Rabbit Heart"- Florence + the Machine.


*  My thanks goes out to the ever lovely Florence Welch (and to this song), whom I adore as both an artist and lyricist. Not to mention that she's just a rocking ginger, right?

Without further ado:

This is a work of mostly non-fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the deep, dark chasm of the author’s imagination or her account of the random events of her daily life. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely intentional. 


Call me Fiver...

However, Mariah will suffice. I start my blog, as any world-wearied, uninspired, and humble writer may begin, with an homage to those who came before me. After all, as American filmmaker Jim Jarmusch stated in one of my favorite quotes:
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery --- celebrate it if you feel like it.
Furthermore, this is a philosophy I carry into many facets of my life. So here I am, throwing my metaphorical confetti in the air and toasting my glass to authenticity. Celebration is sweet. 

Truth be told, I am merely putting off explaining who I am because as an ardent believer in many different beautiful and unique human experiences, I have a very hard time believing that I (or anyone) can encapsulate  who they are in the span of a conversation--- or in this case, a blog. Alas, if you expected an exposé or a tell-all, I do leave you thus unsatisfied. 
It is difficult, though, to be self-reflective. You know what I mean, right?


...
Anyone?
Anyone?
Bueller?
Bueller?
....

Well, as you can see my mind is a strange and colorful amalgamation of childish enthusiasm, music, whimsical literature, rainbows, and sunshine. Lest you judge me too harshly, however, these will serve as wonderful attributes if I actually someday become what I am working towards--- a teacher and advocate for play therapy working with refugee/displaced children and victims of abuse or war with PTSD. 

To put it in finely wrapped package, I am a junior (for all intents and purposes) here at the University of Texas at Austin. I share my home for now, with two guinea pigs, a betta fish, and our newest addition, Beatrix, the lionhead, who I acquired from a local schoolteacher. Alas, I have to tell you, as much as I love her, she is not a good classroom pet. For that matter, I am anti-school pet altogether.



BEA

* My gratuitous photos of Beatrix. Feel free to coo. She knows that she is adorable. 

I have also been known to interpret the no-pet policy at my apartment complex by "babysitting" my cat Remi (short for Remington) whenever my parents come down to visit. Here we are:

*Note my look of defiance towards the institution which keeps us apart. I bite my thumb at you, apartment complex. As a side note, Remi is one of our multitude of strays that ended up at our house. He had been shot in the abdomen by a local kid, and we nursed him back to health. 

Beyond that, most of my own opinions of myself are just that--- opinions. What I do know are a few mere facts. I am the youngest of five children, I grew up on a farm in a tiny German Catholic community, and I love my family desperately. Sources still disagree on the actual origin, but my childhood nick-name was Rabbit, by which this blog's name was inspired. It also sparked a soft spot in my heart forevermore for all things bunny-related. Plus, it is the year of the rabbit. You cannot get much more coincidental than that!
*Cassie, Mariah "Rabbit", and my mom in Colorado on family vacation. 

"The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain" ~
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Furthermore, I am fiercely loyal to my roommates, who have affectionately dubbed us "Le Wolfpack," and we go on all kinds of crazy adventures exploring Austin. 

*My three roommates and our self-portraits on the sidewalk in front of our apartment. 
*My roommate Megan and I preparing the garlic bread for one of our beloved Friday Night Dinners. 
*Amy and I at Austin's Pizza, displaying our colors after Holi Festival. 
*My roommate Brittany and I at ReggaeFest. 

My hair changes color often. My minor even more so. However, for now I am officially a history and English major with minors in education and psychology--- idealistically bent on bettering the lives and minds of all those I encounter. I am an unapologetic optimist. I am a day-dreamer. I love hugs. 

*Representing the United States as a delegate at World Youth Day 2008 in Sydney, Australia, where many free hugs were to be had.  This particular hug came compliment of an attractive Englishman. I approved. 
"Optimist: Day-dreamer more elegantly spelled." ~ Mark Twain
There are many philosophies I consider when living my life, many encompassing respect and dignity for those around me, as well as humility and being open to experience.

I present to you a documentation of my experiences. This is a safe, little warren--- a haven of sorts. Hopefully, it will serve as a place of self-expression and inspiration. We shall see, I suppose.

Thank you so much for your time, dear readers,

Mariah Hoffman

* Final Note: My humble apologies and eternal gratitude to Richard Adams and Herman Melville, whom I shamelessly misinterpreted in my introduction of myself. ("Call me Fiver") I do love their works (Watership Down and Moby Dick, respectively) and wish only to do justice to the art of the written word.