I’ve always managed (somehow) to put aside any judgemental feelings towards meat eaters or carnists as they are more recently classed as. But over the last year or so, especially since reading ‘Eternal Treblinka – The Holocaust and Our Treatment Of Animals’ by Charles Patterson, I have been unable to respond, react, or involve myself within our society. It pains me tremendously, that those few whom I do have contact with (because of my situation a carer to my Mum) I cannot ‘connect’ or gel with them on deep levels. They have become an extended family to me because they share very personal ad emotional times with Mum as I do. They care for her with almost as much intimacy as I do. And this makes for a very upsetting situation for me a times.
However….being confined for 80% of the time with mum, bar a carer meeting once a month (which I am now also shying from) I have found a strange peace in the company of dementia. I have virtually nothing to do with a ‘workplace environment; something that when I still held down two jobs, was already becoming hard to bear because I felt so much of an outsider. Needless to say, I am the only Vegan in town. I’ve been ridiculed and threatened by the local butcher who whines or squeals like a dying pig when I walk past. I have been cautioned by the local Police for chalking ‘offensive’ messages around town. Well, I would suggest that messages of love, hope, and useful websites are far less offensive than the note the butcher stuck in his window directed at me after he had to peel EARTHLING stickers from his door, suggesting I had mental health problems and that I was a ‘Hitlerite’.
I recently found out that vegans are protected under Article 9 of the Human Rights Law and veganism is regarded as a belief system rather than dietary. theivra (International Vegan Rights Alliance) has also fuelled me with hope that perhaps finally we are being recognised and our campaigning and concern for our fellow non human earthlings is completely selfless and compassionate.
Well it’s over and the New Year looms. Hope it will be a bearable one for people & a far kinder one to all our fellow animals and creatures.
I have been very heart broken and devastated recently about how the meat eating population (or carnists as I like to refer to them) treat the non-human animal. Needless to say I won’t go there; voicing my opinion on meat eating or the industry isn’t going to change anything. The needless cruelty to satisfy the appetite will continue long after I’m gone. The whole world it seems, is in denial about what is right but woefully impressed and fed by what is wrong. As carer to my mother who is also vegan my ability to love has become a tsunami. The bond between us has obliterated any need for vanity, company, socializing or even ‘connecting’ with the world out there because there is basically nowhere I want to be than with someone who understands my love for them completely simply by watching my face.
And because of our connection, my empathy for creatures has also heightened to such a degree that I’m finding it very hard indeed to even ‘chat’ with anyone who involves themselves with murder for meals. I have been campaigning, and trying to get people to listen to their hearts either through media or my art. I’m sure it does nothing. But it seems to help me. Which is vital because Mum needs a carer…..& I have to care. So, I truly hope that my partner in crime will still be with me in 2016 because I have never needed her and my immediate loved ones so badly.
This is a beautiful planet but has the misfortune to be run and organized by ruthless criminals that call themselves ‘decent human beings meeting the demands of an ever growing world’. Yes. How true. How selective. How disgusting. How abhorrent that mankind really thinks himself above anyone weaker or who he regards as ‘sub-human’.
The sad decline of true friendship and company.
When starting life as beautiful butterflies, society made a rapid descent into the world of the ‘Selfie’…..this generation’s new best friend.
After finding 4 wonderful plastic torsos in a charity shop, it was obvious what the next step should be. Like a hungry beast, I got to work and unleashed myself using rolls of ModRoc plaster bandage. (Loveitloveitloveit) The results so far are 3 ladies…. SOUL. THE PINK SUIT and HOOKER.
I have been so busy lately and neglected my own wok in taking care of others’!
I am now full time carer to mum and my life is on the back burner. Stress I’ve found, has created a monster. I have knocked off 8 paintings since looking after mum, all worked with snatches of time. (Mainly when she’s asleep!) Daylight is best of course so I have had constant headaches from having my daylight bulb up close and personal night after night. ;o(
My latest project Eternal Treblinka was a real journey done in super fat time. Being vegan and supporter of animal welfare, my heart and brain was on 24/7 overdrive since reading Eternal Treblinka; Our Treatment of Animals and the Holocaust. I had the painting in mind well before the book was suggested to me by a lady from Animal Aid. After having second thoughts about the possibility of offending anyone, she suggested this book. Many survivors of the concentration camps became animal activists because they knew the true meaning of fear, loss and cruelty. This was a revelation to me because I have always seen cattle wagons loaded with cattle as the same thing. As if they are going to Auschwitz.
In our horrendously barbaric history, once the human being began to refer to fellow humans as ‘animals, beasts, less than human’ then slaughter could be instigated with no conscience. The methods of annihilation and ‘clear up’ used in Belsen, Auschwitz, Treblinka, were all mastered after reading about the Chicago slaughterhouses at the turn of the century. This is mind blowing stuff. I have had sleepless nights and even less peaceful days after reading pages of this book. But I can’t recommend it highly enough to meat eaters. This, along with the film Earthlings.com will give them such an insight into the meat industry and our treatment of animals that they will never been the same.