Posted on 04/14/2004 5:21:14 PM PDT by Eurotwit
I don’t know who handles the PR for these Canadian seal-clubbers, but it must be a hell of a job. Can there be any group, on the entire planet, that so excites the hatred of the British public? Not the Korean dog-eaters, nor the Italian butterfly-shooters, nor the Spanish goat-headyankers — no, not even the French, who, as we all know, eat our children’s ponies — no one can match the Canadian fisherman for provoking the Briton to tears of rage; and one can see why.
Here is a fellow who rises and puts on his great big waterproof boots and his great big waterproof hat. Then he picks up a horrible knobkerrie, studded with nails, gives his wife a loving kiss, and strides on to ice floes where he sets about him with a terrible Hutu-style slaughter. Bonk bash bonk he goes, like some demented axeman, and nothing will stop him. The telephoto lenses of the RSPCA cameras whirr and click.
Above him hover the helicopters chartered by the BBC, while live pictures of the horror are beamed into every living-room in this country. Does he care?
Does he hell. And it is not just any old beast that he brains, but a mammal, a creature like us that suckles its young; and it is a large, defenceless mammal, with both eyes in the front of its head, in that cute anthropomorphic way. It is a furry mammal, with a bark as winsome as any leal and faithful labrador.
One after another, biff thunk clunk, the Canadians are now beating these trusting little critters to death, thousands of them a day, until the snow runs red in that awful way we saw on the front of yesterday’s Independent newspaper.
Is there anyone who could possibly attempt to justify this kind of barbarity? Will anyone stand up for the seal cull? Well, ahem, at the risk of terminally alienating and offending animal-lovers across the country, it is the duty of this column — which ever puts logic above popularity — to have a go.
Of course, it must be a dreadful way to go, if you are a seal; and no one could seriously doubt that the method of killing is peculiarly brutal. But I put it to you none the less that the Canadian fisherman has as much right to go out clubbing as the average British 18-year-old.
It was a good thing that there was an outcry in the early 1980s; and it was a good thing that there was a consequent European Union-wide ban on seal fur products. But that was when the cull had so reduced the populations of harp and hooded seals that they were at real risk. That was when they killed the little white baby seals as well, which particularly outraged our sentimental feelings. The truth today is that there are now about six million of these seals, and they are not spending all the time lolling defencelessly on the ice. They are very efficient eaters of fish.
They eat 1.5 tonnes of fish a year each, and given that there are only 50,000 tonnes of cod left off Newfoundland and Labrador, you can see that the ecosystem is badly out of whack.
It is true that the waters have been crazily overfished by the Canadians themselves; but there seems to be good evidence that the voracity of the seals has created a predator trap, by which the fish find it impossible to breed faster than the seals can eat them. You could find what looks like a more humane way of bumping off the seals, such as shooting them. The trouble is that this method is barely more humane than clubbing, and the gunshot lead is expensive and not environmentally friendly.
And surely it makes sense, given how poor these fishermen are, to prevent the pelts from being torn apart by bullets. You may feel affronted by the scale of the slaughter; but I can’t really see a moral difference between authorising the killing of 10,000 seals and 350,000.
If it is really numbers of dead animals that shock you, let me remind you that every year we herd 1.5 million cows and 12.5 million sheep into the dark bellowing terror of dung-encrusted abattoirs, blap them with a bolt in the brain and then slit their throats. We don’t have Canadian camera crews hovering above our meat processing plants.
And if it is not numbers that concern you, but the principle of taking life, then let me remind you that 200,000 embryos are aborted every year in this country; and if you think that is irrelevant, let me remind you that, every year, in the People’s Republic of China, 20,000 sentient adult human beings are killed by the state. Isn’t that, on the face of it, a more natural subject for an Independent campaign?
I tell you why the seal cull speaks so powerfully to us. It’s telly, innit? It’s the shocking undisguisable picture of the lone killer on the ice floe, the graphic impact of the red on the white.
The seal cull provides a uniquely powerful image of what is in fact an everyday event: the violence of man against animals, and the slaughter of animals by man. It is the sheer conspicuousness of that killing that prompts, in our breasts, our exaggerated response: which I might compare, finally, with the agonies now being endured by those of us who supported the war in Iraq.
It looks like an utter disaster, if you rely solely on the television images, and you study the small-scale newspaper maps, with their pictograms of conflagration in every city. This week in The Spectator, we have a brilliant piece by Andrew Gilligan in Baghdad, full of despair at the dilemmas of the coalition troops.
Maybe I am a congenital optimist, but I can’t help wondering whether that is all there is to it, and whether those polls — which found so many Iraqis convinced that their lives had improved — were not also true. Television images of violence can create alarm. They can create outrage. But they are not always the whole story.
Boris Johnson is MP for Henley and editor of The Spectator
If the cod is gone, no price will buy it.
You're absolutely right! This is quite clearly WOMEN's work; the MEN should be out catching lobsters, so we can boil them alive.
I was still conscious; just unable to move. He ran away, and I caught up with him again, weeks later. My head still throbbed occaisionally. It stopped after a month or so.
Does his failure to finish the job make it right? Oh, and I was 12 at the time.
And I'd stop trying to reason with anyone on this thread who thinks this is funny, or that animals aren't worth our worry. It isn't worth it.
No. I only mean to say that if you had been a seal and harvested properly, you would not have been left alive to suffer as you did.
We breed animals for harvest. We kill THOSE as cleanly as possible. they are not wild animals who can survive on their own.
As conservatives, we pride ourselves on being able to recognize and name evil for what it is. This slaughter is Evil.
I'm amazed, however, at those who excuse this evil.
Why yes, I might have had the pleasure of being skinned alive.
LOL. It's a flaming animal. You position is the same as those Greenpiece queers. If it ain't HUMAN it don't flaming matter. It's part of God's garden. He gave all these seals to us for us to use.
The rest of the world would seem to agree.
I have visited your country. There are many friendly and nice people there, and the scenery is stunning. I'm sure that not all agree that killing defenseless animals in brutal ways is anything to be "proud" of.
There are simply those who place no value on animal life other than that they were put here for our use, etc. But you know what? God created all, the heavens and the earth, man and beast. And yes, I will admit that animals are my most liberal cause. You know why? Because my pets, especially my dog, show more human characterists such as love, loyalty, happiness and compassion than many people.
Right now, my dog is a better human than the terrorists in Iraq.
Yeah you never hear from these eco-rump rangers concerning the slaughter of baby mosquitos or baby snakes or baby centipedes.
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