Diet for a New America 25th Anniversary Edition. John Robbins

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      They want to play their part in the universe, live the lives they were born to live. In many ways they remain like babies as they age, even if they grow as big as an elephant, for their lives are always intense with immediacy, rich with emotional and sensory experience.

      Animals are part of our world, part of our existence. They give us reasons to celebrate life. They are part of us.

      Sometimes they bring us challenges, sometimes they bring us the opportunity to help them, sometimes they bring us companionship. Often, they bring us play, beauty, and laughter as they go about their business of being themselves. What we would miss if they were not here!

      “If the stars should appear one night in a thousand, how men would believe and adore!”

      So said Ralph Waldo Emerson. Can you imagine how we would feel if such were the fate of animals?

       What the Children Know

      Sometimes children understand these things better than adults do. A young Girl Scout named Karyl Carter wrote a simple report that says it all so well.

       A beaver who swam, dove and somersaulted among canoeing Girl Scouts—that’s what you would have seen at Camp Sacajawea Girl Scout Camp in Newfield, New Jersey, this summer.

       It was a late morning discovery. Girls from Holly Shores Girl Scout Council were taking canoeing lessons in Sacy’s Lake when a large stump started to move and perform numerous swimming feats. Hearing laughter, squeals and screams, the waterfront director canoed out to the girls, identified the stump as a real beaver, and yelled to those on the beach, “Go get the rest of the camp…they’ve never seen anything like this before.” In no time flat, the entire camp lined the lakefront, playing audience to a most talented but different kind of swimmer.

       The waterfront director, who was wary but excited, told the canoers, “Just keep canoeing, don’t pet the beaver, but enjoy the experience.” Meanwhile, a beach bystander ran to the camp office and called Hope Buyukmihci, naturalist and author, at Unexpected Wildlife Refuge, three miles away. “Are you missing a beaver…a very friendly one?” The answer was yes. The beaver was Chopper, an orphan Ms. Buyukmihci had raised from infancy, and he was now over a year old and beginning to make it on his own in the wild.

       Minutes later, Hope drove in to Camp Sacy to con Chopper back home. But the next day Chopper was back in Sacy’s lake, entertaining campers with his swimabatics. “Maybe he’s building a dam. Maybe he’s going to raise a family,” said some of his young admirers.

       All of us were excited over these prospects. We told Hope about Chopper’s whereabouts. She said he could stay and was happy that Chopper was on his own.

       Every day the staff members kept Hope informed of Chopper’s activities. “He may try to climb into your boats,” she said, “but he’s just playing. He’ll dive off immediately. And he might just swim along or wrestle with you if you’re in the water!”

       For the next three days, campers, leaders and staff members observed, petted, fed and just plain enjoyed Chopper. The Girl Scouts also learned about the looks, diet, habits and temperament of a beaver who is accustomed to the world of people.

       During these beaver days, the atmosphere in the camp drastically changed. There was a profound awareness that there really was something alive and friendly out there in the woods and waters.

       One afternoon the camp director decided to take some pictures of Chopper. He found him swimming in a swampy area near the Comanche campsite. An animal enthusiast, the director walked right into the swamp, click-clicked the camera, and was then promptly but playfully grabbed around the leg by Chopper. The following day was hectic, with camp closing and campers leaving. It wasn’t until late Saturday afternoon that a few remaining staff members decided to walk down to the lake to say goodbye to Chopper.

       As we approached the lakefront, there were other last-minute beaver admirers standing on the dock. They screamed—“Come quickly!!!” We ran, only to find Chopper lying on the edge of the dock, dead.

       These people, many of whom were young campers, had just witnessed an unidentified fisherman maliciously beat Chopper to death.

       It seemed Chopper was disturbing this trespassing man’s sport. The fisherman, who was rowing away, shouted to us, “That thing tried to climb into my boat, so I hit it with my fishing pole. Then it started to hiss at me. I had to hit it with my oar.”

       We wrapped Chopper up in a beach towel.

       We cried…49

       My Dream

      I have a dream. I see humankind understanding that the spirit that sings in our hearts sings as well in the hearts of the other animals. I see us realizing that there are many kinds of intelligence, many kinds of souls, many kinds of suffering and striving. I see us knowing that all creatures are endowed with the same will to live that we possess. I see us respecting theirs, as we would like our own to be respected were we in the less powerful position and they dominant upon the earth.

      I see us grateful for these extraordinary companions.

      I see our lives rich with animals. I see us with many animal friends. I see our cities sprinkled with wild places, shorelines, parks, ravines, and creek-canyons, where wild creatures can live. I see all life-forms working together in harmony, cultivating the full potential of the planet.

      I see us appreciating the different needs, different kinds of intelligence, and different responsibilities of the various animals. I see us sensing the unique ways in which they feel, they think, they suffer, and they love.

      I see us learning to treat with respect those who are, in the greater scheme of things, but our younger brothers and sisters. I see us realizing they, too, are expressions, in their individual ways, of the universal life force. I see us acting from the knowledge that it is the same GodForce that gives us all breath.

      I see us realizing that all God’s critters have a place in the choir.

       2. BRAVE NEW CHICKEN

       Teaching a child not to step on a caterpillar is as valuable to the child as it is to the caterpillar.

      —BRADLEY MILLER

       The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.

      —GANDHI

      Like most people, I would like to minimize the unnecessary suffering in the world. I want to eliminate needless violence and pain, and I give my support, wherever I can, to a positive approach to this goal. But like most people I never gave much of a thought to the impact my way of СКАЧАТЬ