‘Thumping’ and other slaughterhouse terms

Do you know what ‘Thumping’ or ‘PACing’ means?   It is a slaughterhouse term used to kill piglets (and also baby goats) by swinging them around and pounding their heads against concrete.    

The  act of murdering innocent animals in slaughterhouses, and the cruel methods employed, have their own terms and definitions that ‘sanitise’ the horror of what goes on.   For example, ‘C02 stunning’ may sound as if the animal quietly goes to sleep, but as undercover footage has shown, this method causes pigs to gasp for breath and hyperventilate, causing both pain and panic, for up to 60 seconds.  The ‘scalding tank’, while meant for dead pigs, sometimes holds conscious animals whose last minutes are filled with indescribable agony.  

Slaughterhouses are places of cruelty and injustice, and they need to close down.

Here are some common terms.  (Acknowledgement:  ‘Slaughterhouse’ by Gail A Eisnitz)

 

GLOSSARY OF SLAUGHTERHOUSE TERMS

Antemortem inspection:  The examination of live animals prior to slaughter.
Blood Pit:  The area of a slaughterhouse where animals are bled out.
Bloodsplash: The rupture of capillaries in muscle tissue during electrical stunning which causes unsightly blood spots in the meat.  Bloodsplash hemorrhages are problematic from an aesthetic viewpoint, and cause a reduction in meat value.
Bung:  A slaughtered animal’s anus.
Captive bolt gun:  A gun, powered by compressed air or gunpowder, that drives a bolt into an animal’s forehead to render the animal unconscious.
Carcass: The skeleton and musculature of an animal, minus the head and legs.
Chain: The overhead conveyor that carries shackled animals from worker to worker through the slaughter and dressing processes.
Chain speed: How fast the chain is moving, measured in number of animals per unit of time. (Aka Line speed)
Chill tank: A giant refrigerated vat of water where chickens are communally cooled after dressing.
Chitlins: The intenstines of hogs (pigs) used in prepared foods.
Chutes: Enclosed passageways that lead animals from their pens to the stun area.
CO2 stunning (carbon dioxide anaesthesia):  A method used to render an animal unconscious for slaughter.
Downer:  A sick, spent, or disabled animal that cannot stand or walk.
Dressing:  Removal of the hide, appendages and viscera.
Gutter:  A worker who takes the guts out of slaughtered animals.
Hot shot: An electric cattle prod.
Kill floor: Where animals have their necks or chests sliced.
Legger: The worker who cuts off and skins an animal’s legs.
PACing  (sometimes called ‘thumping’):  Method of killing piglets whereby the piglet is picked up by the hind legs and slammed against the floor.  This causes massive head trauma, resulting in death (though not always instantaneous).
Render: The process whereby animal parts are cooked down, to separate fat from protein, and then sold for use in animal feed, fertilizer, oils, plastics, cosmetics and a host of other household and industrial products.
Ritual slaughter:   Religious slaughter done according to the requirements of either the Muslim or Jewish religious faith. The animal is slaughtered, often without being stunned, with a razor sharp knife.
Scalding tank:  A long narrow tank containing 140 degree water through which hogs are dragged to loosen hair for dehairing.
Shackler: A worker who places a chain around an animal’s hind leg so that it can hoisted and hung on the overhead rail.
Stunner: The worker who stuns the animals before they are shackled and hoisted.
Sticker: The slaughterhouse worker who cuts the animal’s throat open to bleed it.

 

 

Slaughterhouse Vigil, Land Meats, Whanganui, NZ: 28 July 2019

End Animal Slaughter website owner Sandra Kyle does regular weekly, or twice-weekly, slaughterhouse vigils in her home town of Whanganui, New Zealand, under The Save Movement banner. 

Sandra has been bearing witness to animals going to slaughter for nearly four years, and putting her accounts and photos up on her Facebook page.  Here is her latest blog:-

‘I think of them now as the sun goes down and the temperature drops and the only comfort they have is the warm bodies of their friends. Tomorrow morning these warm bodies will become slabs of meat. If you are reading this and you eat meat, please think of them as you fill your supermarket trolley this week’.

SLAUGHTERHOUSE VIGIL, Whanganui, 28 July, 2019

Whanganui was in communicative mode today. In the two hours we were in front of Land Meats we received more than usual toots from the roughly 400 cars that passed (I’m basing this estimate on previous counts). I have recently had my cataract-correcting lenses cleaned, and my vision has improved. As a result I can now clearly see the expressions on the faces of the car drivers.

They fall into two categories: those who don’t react/those who react, roughly 50/50 percent. Of those who don’t react they are just pretending they didn’t see us. 😊 Of those who react we have the hornblowers (the ones who give short toots are approving, those who sit long and loud on the horns are usually hostile), the smilers, the friendly wavers, the stoney-facers, the gesturers (thumbs up and down, middle finger up), the headshakers (up and down and side to side) the yellers of expletives (the majority) the yellers of encouragement (only a few) the neck craners, the jaw droppers, a couple of times we have had the throwers (fruit and glass beer bottle) and for the first time today a man who took his hands off the steering wheel to clap!

Only one small truck arrived, and while Monica stayed on the road with the signs, I tried to get some photos. Several cows had their faces above the truck as the driver stood on the roof using his electric prodder. I kept missing the good shots (typical), but in the photos I took you can see part of the cows’ heads. The groundsman came out and took photos of me taking photos of them. As usual, I had a lump in my throat and not feeling at all humorous, but I should have done some posing. Like a model. Haha. Only thing is my sense of humour seems to escape me when I’m at the slaughterhouse. I wonder why…

I sang to the cows as they waited to be offloaded, and then sneaked around the side and took a very short video of them in the pen. I think of them now as the sun goes down and the temperature drops and the only comfort they have is the warm bodies of their friends. Tomorrow morning these warm bodies will become slabs of meat. If you are reading this and you eat meat, please think of them as you fill your supermarket trolley this week.

 

They Tried to Escape Their Fate

Standing at slaughterhouse gates bearing witness to the animals, Save Movement activists all over the world take photos and videos to share on social media.  This documentation clearly show that animals are worried and fearful.    On the trucks going to the slaughterhouse, on live export ships, animals also sense something is wrong.  A tiny minority make a bid to escape.  Here is some of their stories, that often ended very badly for the animal.  We have to stop treating sentient beings as commodities.   When enough people transition to a vegan diet, slaughterhouses will close.

Read the Mercy for Animals article about animals who tried to escape:-

Activists have been campaigning for years against the cruelty of industrialised farming and the horror of slaughterhouses,  and progress is being made.   The numbers of people beginning to wake up to the effects of animal agriculture not only on the animals but also on human health and the entire planet is growing, and meat-eating is declining in the western world.

Meat-free eating is also on the rise in Spain,  A 2017 survey found that 57% of Spaniards wanted to go meat-free due to feeling sympathy with the animals.  However, an enormous high-tech pig slaughterhouse is due to open its doors for ‘business’ in Huesca, a city in Aragon.  This slaughterhouse, which will be the biggest in Europe,  plans to employ around 1,600 people, and slaughter seven million pigs per year, 30,000 every single day.    The project is backed by the Spanish Government, and the operation is also offering vocational training certificates in ‘slaughterhouse skills’.

There is a lot of opposition to the project, and the person in charge is currently in prison in Hungary for money laundering, tax fraud and labour irregularities.    It is possible that it will not go ahead after all, and if it does it will be short-lived, as the developers are failing to read the prevailing zeitgeist.

There is no longer any place for slaughterhouses in society.  We should be tearing them down, not building more.

 

Read the article:-

More Pigs Boiled Alive in Slaughterhouses If Proposal Goes Ahead

In January 2018 the United States Department of Agriculture announced its proposal to ‘modernize’ pig (‘swine’ or ‘hog’) slaughter. The programme was designed to greatly increase slaughter line speeds and also to reduce the number of trained USDA meat inspectors at slaughter plants.

Opposing this move were workers’ unions, public health officials and animal welfare organisations.   Despite this, USDA planned to go ahead with rolling out the programme to a handful of slaughterhouses collectively responsible for killing 90 percent of the nation’s pigs.   Just this week however, Congress announced that it has forced an investigation into whether USDA used flawed data to downplay worker safety issues, and the programme has been delayed.

Compassion Over Killing’s Scott David worked undercover inside Quality Pork Processors (WPP), which was killing 21 pigs per minute under the high speed pilot scheme.  He documented pig carcasses covered in feces and abscesses, workers under intense pressure to keep up line speeds beat, pigs being dragged and electrically prodded to make the terrified animals move faster.

Read Scott David’s article

In her groundbreaking book ‘Slaughterhouse’, animal cruelty investigator and prize-winning author and journalist Gael Eisnitz documented pigs being dropped into vats of boiling water (designed to remove the hair off the pig’s skin) when they were still conscious.   When line speeds are increased it puts the workers under extreme pressure of injury and stress. and more animals are improperly stunned or ‘stuck’ (killed).  Like the pig in our feature photograph, they may die agonising deaths, drowning in boiling water.

When will the insane cruelty end?  We need to begin the work of closing down slaughterhouses.  There is no place for them in civilised society.

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From Hatchery to Slaughterhouse – Born to Suffer and Die for our Food

End Animal Slaughter contributor DEBBIE NELSON lends her voice to the voiceless.

 

In the Broiler Barn

Can you please help me?   I am living in a filthy shed with thousands of others. I’m only 42 days old but my body is growing so fast I can hardly stand up. There is no room to walk, no room to spread my wings.  My breast is so big I keep falling on my face.  I can feel my heartbeat faltering.  That’s because I have a chick’s heart in a grown body.

I can’t breathe. The smell in here is so bad. I’m standing in my own shit.  A lot of my friends can’t walk. Some have broken legs.  Their legs can’t hold the weight of their huge bodies.  Some are lying on the floor, already dead.

It’s so dark in here.  OH NO THE DOORS ARE OPENING! They’re pulling in trucks! The fork lifts are bringing in the crates. We run, peeping at the top of our lungs but we can’t escape. The men are grabbing us six at a time by our legs and throwing us in crates.   Oh, the pain!   I think my wing is broken. They are so rough with us, but there’s nothing we can do.  We are trapped.  They are loading us on to a big truck.

At the Hatchery

The rooster

I’m male and the chick next to me is female. We are two of the tens of thousands who have just hatched out of our eggs. The humans dropped us in a box, and then onto a moving lane.  We are little yellow balls of fluff, alert and curious, and looking around us.   The humans are picking us up and looking at our feathers.   Because mine are different from my hatch mate she and I are sent down different metal tubes. I get the tube of death! I’m falling into a grinding machine. I try to jump but the humans pick me up and throw me back.   I scream but my mother cannot hear me.   I have never met her so how can she save me?   What have I done to deserve this fate?  There are only seconds left.  I’m looking down into the grinder. I can see the ground up chicks that went before. I’m in.

The hen

I was sent down the female tube. A human hand grabbed me, put me in a sharp machine and cut off my beak. The pain was unbearable. The chick who went before me died of shock! Then the humans stuck a needle in me. I don’t know why. Are they really going to cut off my toes? They are! I don’t think I can stand the agony.   Now they are putting me into a crate and loading me onto a truck.  I don’t know where I am going. I need my mother! Why don’t I have a mother?   I want to hide under her wing.

At the egg farm

I’m being sent to the egg farm.  They are roughly unloading me. I see where I’m supposed to live until I’m old enough to lay eggs. When I can lay eggs the humans will stuff me in a small metal cage with five or six other hens.  We can’t stretch our wings. We must stand or crouch on hard wires which cut our feet.  Our job is to lay eggs.   I slave away for the humans until I can’t anymore.

Three years have gone by, and I am spent. I have no feathers left, and my body is bruised and bleeding from rubbing against metal, and my cellmates pecking me.  I am taken from the cage put into another crate to be transported once again. I sense I’m going to a terrible place.

In The  House of Death

I have arrived after a long drive to a place that sounds and smells like death and misery. I have to wait 6 hours, anxious and in pain, before anything starts to happen.   Then some men arrive, and I am seized out of my transport crate. I see one of my kind thrown up into the shackles like a ball. Another one of us has their head torn off by the shackler. The humans are laughing.

I am turned upside down, held by my feet and hung up on shackles. I am fully aware of my dire circumstances. Now I’m moving down to a tub of water. My head is going into the water. The water feels alive with negative energy. Is this how I’m going to die? I lift my head up at the last minute.  My brain was not electrocuted,  and I’m fully conscious.  Next I’m dragged over a sharp device which cuts my throat. I struggle, and it’s not a clean cut.   I’m still conscious.   In pain, but conscious.   Next I’m dropped head first into scalding water. The searing pain overtakes my being, and then, nothing.  Finally it’s  all over.

It doesn’t matter if we are bred for meat or to lay eggs.  It doesn’t matter if the farm is labelled humane or organic we all come from the same place, and we all end up in the same place.  We all have to suffer traveling many miles without food or water and with no protection from the weather. Many of us are seriously hurt from the rough handling we experienced upon loading. Some of us are dead on arrival.

The suffering is endless.   Must this continue?   It doesn’t have to.   You, the

consumer, can stop this. Please do not buy any chicken products.

 

How much cruelty would you like with your bacon?

Pigs are highly intelligent and curious. They form strong attachments, have long memories, can solve puzzles, and like to play just for fun.  Studies have also shown that they experience complex emotions and can feel optimistic and pessimistic.  The suffering pigs endure in factory farms is unconscionable.

We have to stop killing pigs for food.

Learn more about pigs.

 

 

Q&A: Author and Investigative Journalist Gail Eisnitz

Remarkable undercover journalist and Author GAIL A EISNITZ answers End Animal Slaughter’s questions about her groundbreaking book SLAUGHTERHOUSE.  In her book Gail documented almost unbelievable transgressions against humane slaughter, causing cattle, pigs, horses and chickens to undergo agonising suffering at the end of their lives in American slaughterhouses.    Gail focuses on the industry and workers’ stories, and the result is a book that is heartbreaking, powerful and unforgettable.

 

Q:  Gail, did you always know you wanted to work with animals?  Where did your journey as an animal advocate have its roots?   

I knew that I wanted to work with animals when I saw a nature program on public television when I was in my early teens and it depicted two polar bear cubs on an ice floe looking up at the camera operator in a helicopter.  Their mother had just been shot and killed.  That image was so pathetically sad, it became seared in my brain.  A few years after that, I wrote a high school research paper on endangered species.  When I found out that the Passenger Pigeon, for example, which was once so plentiful in the US that flocks used to blacken the skies for miles, was extinct, I was appalled.  And I was hooked on saving animals, in one form or another.

Q:  Are you still working full-time at the HFA?  What does your job entail now?

Yes, I am still happily employed by Humane Farming Association where I have been chief investigator for 27 years.  I’m fortunate to not be running around the country like a crazy person investigating slaughterhouses anymore.  After my book was published, I focused largely on exposing conditions inside factory hog farms and dairies, where conditions are unequivocally far worse than those in slaughterhouses.  We held press conferences, ran newspaper ads, filed legal petitions for prosecutions with the states’ highest law enforcement officials, anything we could do to expose conditions inside factory farms.

Most recently, I have been working to reform the US Department of Agriculture’s (USDA) Livestock Indemnity Program, which is a ridiculous government program that reimburses farmers and ranchers for animals who died in inclement weather, whether or not the producers took any action to protect the animals from dangerous weather conditions.  In other words, US taxpayers are footing the bill for millions of animals that freeze to death, suffocate in snow, drown in floods, or die from heat stroke because these animals are not provided adequate protections from harsh weather.  And I work on a regular basis on cruelty cases that come across my desk.  For example, right now, I have engaged the USDA and its investigative arm to conduct a criminal investigation into a large illegal slaughter operation in the western United States.

Q: You showed great tenacity in your investigation to bring the slaughterhouse atrocities to light, and to attempt to rectify great wrongs that were taking place not only against poor animals, but also against workers.   You seem to have compassion and a strong sense of  justice – Is this what drives you?

If you say so.  No, but seriously, if there are laws on the books that are going altogether unenforced, something has to be done.  Likewise, if animals are being dragged, beaten, strangled, skinned, scalded, and dismembered all while fully conscious, whether there’s a law or not, something has to be done.  And it’s the same with the workers.  They were being physically and emotionally destroyed, chewed up and spit out, wrecked for life.  Something has to be done.  Besides, who can sleep at night knowing these wrongs are being perpetrated against animals and humans.  You have no choice.  You just do what is in front of you.

Q: In your investigations you also found that political candidates were jumping into bed with mega factory farm owners, and the United States Department of Agriculture was accommodating the meat industry at the public’s expense.  Tell us about that.

The USDA is charged with two radically opposing missions.  The very same officials who are supposed to promote the sale of agricultural products are also charged with protecting consumers from contaminated meat and enforcing the Humane Slaughter Act.  The result of this duplicitous mission and the Department’s primary focus on marketing is that USDA’s ranks are filled with meat industry leaders who have demonstrated their abilities at increasing industry profits.  In SLAUGHTERHOUSE, I documented the fact that high-ranking officials with the National Cattlemen’s Association, the American Meat Institute, Livestock Industry Institute, factory farmers, and meat industry lobbyists, had all been appointed to senior positions of authority at USDA.  Including Secretary of Agriculture and Assistant Secretary of Agriculture overseeing marketing and humane slaughter.  With this crude revolving door, the USDA has literally allowed the regulated industry to police itself from inside the government.

In SLAUGHTERHOUSE, I documented the fact that high-ranking officials with the National Cattlemen’s Association, the American Meat Institute, Livestock Industry Institute, factory farmers, and meat industry lobbyists, had all been appointed to senior positions of authority at USDA.  The USDA has literally allowed the regulated industry to police itself.

Q:  How did things get so bad within slaughterhouses that cows were being skinned alive, pigs thrown into scalding water fully conscious, animals were routinely dragged and beaten and thrown half-dead on piles to die?

In the last few decades, thousands of small to midsized slaughterhouses in the US have been forced out of business by a handful of large, high-speed operations, each with the capacity to kill more than a million animals a year.  With fewer slaughterhouses killing an ever growing number of animals, slaughter line speeds have skyrocketed.

It goes without saying that everything boils down to money.  Today, the faster the slaughter line speed, the more money the slaughterhouse can make.  The problem also exists in the reverse:  when line speeds are so fast, a minute of downtime can spell a loss of hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars.  As workers struggle to keep up with outlandish line speeds, a production mentality has emerged in which the slaughter line does not stop for anything:  not for contaminated meat, not for ill or injured workers, and least of all not for slow or frightened animals.  With individuals required to kill as many as 1,100 pigs an hour, workers resort to brutal handling techniques to keep the line running and keep their jobs.

Sadly, the US Department of Agriculture is now implementing a “modernization” plan for the slaughter of pigs – just as it has already done for the nine BILLION chickens we slaughter annually in the US – turning over key inspection responsibilities to the pork industry.  While current regulations allow slaughterhouses to kill 1,100 pigs per hour – or one pig every three seconds – apparently that’s not fast enough for the pork industry.  The Trump Administration’s new regulations, to be rolled out this summer, will actually remove that cap.  That means meat packers killing 90 percent of the nation’s pigs will be given the go-ahead to operate at unrestricted line speeds, killing pigs as fast, and as recklessly, as they want.

The Trump Administration’s new regulations, to be rolled out this summer, will mean meat packers killing 90 percent of the nation’s pigs will be given the go-ahead to operate at unrestricted line speeds, killing pigs as fast, and as recklessly, as they want. 

Q: You tried to get the media interested in doing a story about your findings, but it was an uphill battle, why was that? 

The major networks here in the US were gung ho to produce the story.  But when push came to shove, after they had each invested many months into producing the story, they refused to air it.  In the end, they all claimed that the reason they refused to air it was because the topic was “too disgusting” and that their viewers would change the channel.  Could it be that their sponsors and advertisers included agribusiness and the meat industry?

It was like pulling teeth to get a reporter at The Washington Post to finally do the story, but when he did a front page story on my findings, the article made a seismic shift in funding for humane slaughter enforcement.

Q: What were your impressions of the people who work in slaughterhouses?

They worked extremely hard under grueling conditions, especially individuals from foreign countries who are more willing to put up with the unbearable conditions and pace.  Many workers told me they wear diapers, because they are not allowed to take bathroom breaks.  Jobs in chicken slaughterhouses are the most dangerous jobs in the country.  In poultry plants, employees work at such incredibly high line speeds that it would be hard for them to not get repetitive motion illnesses.  After their fingers, hands, and wrists no longer work, these employees are just tossed aside – put on light duty and then unceremoniously fired.  As far as workers in red meat slaughterhouses, it’s not surprising that many of the employees I met suffered from alcoholism and engaged in domestic violence – where they took out their frustrations on their wives and children.

Q  A few years down the track since you wrote your book, what has changed in slaughterhouses?  Have there been improvements or as things as bad as ever?

It’s hard to say.  The Washington Post story that I mentioned earlier resulted in millions of dollars of Congressional appropriations to enforce what until that time had been the zero-budgeted Humane Slaughter Act.  In other words, despite the fact that the law had been on the books for 48 years, no one had ever bothered to fund its enforcement.  So, as a result of those appropriations, there have been new positions established to enforce the law.  However, there still are no USDA inspectors stationed on a fulltime basis in the areas of the plants where the animals are slaughtered.  I did a public documents request a few years ago which revealed that animals were still being repeatedly stunned with ineffective stunning equipment, shackled and hoisted, and bled all while fully conscious.  And those were the animals that the USDA inspectors just happened to see.  And it’s hard for inspectors to know what is actually going on, because everything changes and slows down when an inspector enters the slaughter area.

Q: You were diagnosed with cancer during your investigations, and you yourself attribute the protracted extreme stress you underwent as its cause.    Thank goodness you are fine now, but writing this book really was a trial by fire for you, wasn’t it?   

I faced many deterrents in trying to document and expose slaughterhouse violations.  One supervisor at a national humane organization where I worked before coming to Humane Farming Association did everything conceivable to impede my efforts.  I had to quit my job.  He wound up in jail for embezzling, and is now facing life imprisonment for sex trafficking of a minor.  I struggled with difficult undercover cameras to get video evidence of violations, which I eventually got. The television networks refused to air my documentation.  One of my informants was stabbed to death and left to die in a garbage can.  I battled breast cancer while doing the investigation.  And then there were the other effects of stress that manifest both during the investigation and after my book was published.  Those were just a few of the obstacles I came up against while trying to expose the violations.  I guess it was a trial by fire in some ways.  As I said earlier, you just do what you have to do.  You do what is right in front of you.

Thank you for answering our questions Gail.

 

It’s Off to the Slaughterhouse for Racehorses Who Don’t Perform

All over the world racehorses are killed when they are no longer profitable.   In the US, where horse slaughter is illegal, many are sent to Mexico where slaughter standards are lower.  Measures are being taken to try and improve the situation, but if horse racing didn’t exist neither would the problem.  The Racing Industry – which puts horses in harm’s way and creates an excess of animals to be turned into horse meat –  should be banned.

https://www.palmbeachpost.com/sports/20190523/racing-fans-likely-unaware-of-silent-slaughter-of-thoroughbred-horses

 

 

I am Meat Chicken

Megaphone please.

I want to introduce myself.

I am Meat Chicken.

Those who cursed me with birth call me ‘Broiler’.

I came into this world to fulfil a purpose for you, which is to eat my flesh.   For this, I must suffer extreme physical and emotional suffering that endures throughout every stage of my existence.


I want you to spare a moment to hear the story of my life and death.   As a newly hatched baby I and my brothers and sisters were poured from buckets onto the floor of a large shed, tens of thousands of us into that one building.  There was quite a bit of room at first because we were small – lively little yellow balls of fluff!  I remember running with my little legs, and stretching my little wings.   Our ‘peep peep’ vocalisations made us feel good, but it didn’t last. Things deteriorated quickly. As we grew, doubling our size every week, the air became thick with the ammonia from our droppings and our baby chick peeps took on a desperate tone.   Soon I could hardly walk a couple of steps in any direction. I couldn’t open my wings and my eyes were always stinging from the thick ammonia and dust. After a few weeks standing or sitting in my own feces, competing with other chickens for the grain and antibiotics put out for us, I lost all hope and sunk into despair.


Nature has given me an alert mind, and my body remembers the life I was designed for. Within me there is still the desire to run with my flock, procreate and care for my young, dust bathe.  I want to roam free, to root around in vegetation, devouring seeds and berries, earthworms and insects. I want to feel the wind blow through my rich plumage and be free. My ancestors grew and matured slowly over many months, but the Poultry Industry has bred us to reach slaughter weight in only six weeks, making us lame and debilitated. We are bred to be ‘non-survivors’. Even if we were rescued from this hell we wouldn’t live longer than a year. Every day birds’ hearts give out and they flip over and lie with their legs in the air, or with their faces buried in their own shit.     They will be thrown in rubbish bins in the corner of the shed, swarming with flies and filling the air with the smell of rot. We cry out ‘peep peep peep’ like the babies we are, but the humans who walk through the ailes are not moved. To them we are commodities. There is no kindness anywhere, only indifference and sometimes deliberate abuse. 

I won’t have long to wait now until I am delivered of my suffering but I am frightened that the end  will hurt me too much.  Any day now men will come into the shed. They are called ‘catchers’. We panic and try to run away from them, but we have nowhere to go, and are powerless against their mighty strength. They grab us by our legs, four chickens in each hand, and cram us into crates to be loaded onto trucks. Their rough handling dislocates our hips, breaks our wings and legs, and bruises our flesh. For many of us the pain as we travel to the slaughterhouse is excruciating, but even those of us who are not injured, suffer fear and dread at what is about to happen.


At the slaughterhouse they remove us from our crates and shackle us upside down by our feet.   The moving line we hang from dips, and we are dragged through electrically charged water bath designed to stun us.  Our necks are cut by an automatic heck cutter and then we are given a minute to bleed out before being put in the scalding tank to make plucking our feathers easier.  That is how it is supposed to work for the billions of chickens killed by this method every year. But it often doesn’t go as planned. Some of us try to look around and raise our heads at the wrong moment.  We are not stunned, and go on to feel the pain of the blade that automatically severs our neck. Some of us also miss having their neck severed, and endure the final agony of being plunged alive and conscious into boiling water.   Drowning fully conscious in boiling water is what terrifies me the most. Will I cry out in agony or will my fate have rendered me so passive that I stay silent while the water burns my flesh?

t’s over now, my life.   Like billions of others, I was anonymous.  Nobody saw that I was  smart and loveable.  But now you know who I really am.  I hope that next time you are in the supermarket you will linger over my corpse, and ask yourself a question.   Is your desire to gnaw on my wings, thighs and breast really worth putting me through all this?   Is there not a better way?

Sandra Kyle

The Depravity of Live Export

Live Export is Australia and New Zealand’s Shame, is morally bankrupt, and needs to stop writes End Animal Slaughter contributor Lynley Tulloch

 

The live export of animals from New Zealand and Australia is a contentious issue, with concern over welfare outcomes. Despite this, 56,000 sheep are currently being exported from Australia to Kuwait and the United Arab Emirates by live export company RETWA.

There have been objections to this voyage from animal rights group Animals Australia, who call them ‘death ships’, but these were overturned. The sheep boarded  the MC Ocean Drover during the weekend of 25 May to sail the high seas. But this is no cruise ship in paradise for these woolly unfortunates, and they will undeniably suffer.

Animals Australia report that these sheep will wallow in their urine and feces which accumulates each day on export ships. This waste builds up and melts into a deathly soup when temperatures rise, and ammonia levels reach unbearable proportions. Sheep will get crushed trying to get to the fresh air vents for cooler air. The irritants from ammonia cause eye infections and the dust from food pellets lead to respiratory illnesses. Many sheep will die painful and slow deaths.

Those that survive will enter a foreign country with their sheep death passports. They are regarded not as individuals but as live lumps of meat. Humans often don’t see the person behind the wool and the ear tag, but there is one there. Sheep have individual personalities, intelligence and emotions. Exporting them as if they are a sack of vegetables is nothing short of depravity.

Sheep get such bad rap for being mindless and stupid, and undeservedly so. There is a deep intelligence, sensitivity and emotional life underneath the woolly coat. Scientists at the University of Cambridge have found that sheep have the brainpower to equal rodents, monkeys and, in some tests, even humans. Sheep are not only intelligent but also deeply sensitive and have complex emotions. A 2009 study showed that : “Sheep are able to experience emotions such as fear, anger, rage, despair, boredom, disgust and happiness because they use the same checks involved in such emotions as humans”. Sheep feel despair in uncontrollable and discrepant situations that don’t meet with expectations – like a live sheep export journey .

A recent study on sheep by neuroscientist Lori Marino and Professor of media studies Debra Merskin concluded that sheep are highly intelligent and social individuals with distinct personalities. Tests done on sheep revealed excellent learning and prodigious memory abilities. Marino and Merskin contend that: “Sheep have emotions that range across the spectrum and combine with cognition in complex ways. They show evidence of cognitive bias, emotional reactions to learning, emotional contagion (which may be a simple form of empathy), and social buffering”.

So, in short we have 56.000 intelligent and deeply sensitive individuals being shipped without their consent or knowledge to another country to be killed. If we think about the studies above, we can conclude that they are likely to be experiencing despair, fear and boredom – and possibly even rage. I know that I would be feeling all these things if it happened to me. But even worse for the sheep, they have no human language to even possibly grasp the depraved rationality behind what is happening to them.

The truth behind live exports is as chilling as a horror movie, and in all honesty is just as well the sheep do not know. They are sent overseas to be slaughtered. As can be expected there have been many catastrophes when things don’t go right.  In 2013 there was a scandal and compliance investigation after the unauthorized movement of sheep in Kuwait. Legally exported sheep have to be killed at an approved slaughterhouse facility, but Animals Australia obtained footage of 100 sheep outside of this chain in markets. These sheep were likely to have been slaughtered on site as is the custom,  their throats cut while they struggled for life. The report by the Australian Government concluded that, “there was a loss of control leading to unauthorised movement of sheep outside the approved supply chains.”

Other reports from Animals Australia are of sheep in Malaysia who were “thrown, trussed, dragged and had their necks ‘sawn at’ by unskilled slaughtermen. All while fully conscious”. In 2014 Animals Australia investigated the Festival of Sacrifice, which they reported  is a goldmine for live animal exporters. The atrocities on animals committed in the name of this festival are sadistic and cruel.

This is the absolute folly of live export. The legalities from the countries exporting the animals require compliance to accepted animal welfare codes. But once animals reach their destination, there is no guarantee that these laws are upheld. Animal welfare standards in Australia and New Zealand are woefully absent in many countries that animals are shipped to. Corruption, crime and industry cover-ups keep these atrocities in the dark.

It is not just sheep who suffer in Australia’s live export business. RSPCA Australia details that each year three million live sheep, buffalo, cattle and goats are exported to be killed for their meat overseas. Some are even wild, having been caught from the bush. Unused to people and fences, their journeys must be all the more horrific.

Australia recently came under scrutiny for shipping 3000 live dairy cows to Sri Lanka through  the Australian owned export corporation Wellard.  New Zealand has shipped 2000 cows to Sri Lanka. Sri Lankan farmers have not received guidance and support promised from Wellard and the cows are suffering with dysentery, mastitis and Mycoplasma bovis bacterium. Distressing footage has emerged of these cows collapsing and dying. Wellard still has to send another 15,000 cows to fill the order.

But cows aren’t books from Amazon. You can’t just ship them off across the globe and cross your fingers. This isn’t going to end well, especially not for the cows.

New Zealand has a colorful story when it comes to the whole live shipment debacle. New Zealand banned live export of sheep following a 2003 disaster when 5000 sheep died on a ship bound for Saudi Arabia. Saudi Arabia rejected a shipment of 57,000 sheep which then were left stranded at sea with no port for two months. Thousands of sheep died slow and horrific deaths on board. The remainder were gifted to the poor northern African nation Eritrea where they  were killed in makeshift slaughter houses.

Yet New Zealand has struggled over the years to maintain this ban due to pressure on New Zealand’s trading and diplomatic relationships with Saudi Arabia.  Between 2010-2012 Sheik Hmood Al-Khalaf , an influential Saudi businessman with significant interests in New Zealand animal agriculture made his grievances public.  This resulted in a  multi-million cash payout, and a New Zealand built  Agrihub and slaughterhouse in the Saudi desert – all on the taxpayer. New Zealand was fearful that the influence of Mr. Al-Khalaf would blight free trade agreements with the Gulf States.

It basically comes down to terse playoff between the lives of animals and the almighty dollar. And as usually happens, morals go down the drain when financial interests are at stake. When treating animal lives as commodities there is always going to be this kind of tension between their well-being and maximizing profit.

Currently New Zealand exports live animals for breeding purposes. In 2015 New Zealand air freighted 900 heavily pregnant sheep to the Sheiks new Agri hub, and most of the lambs (75 %) died.

Apart from this debacle, 2017 statistics demonstrate ongoing live exports with 8 million live animals exported overseas, much of whom were day-old chicks and incubated eggs ready for hatching, 27,306 live cattle for breeding and more than 15,000 kilograms of bees. Only 123 of all live exports were sheep. Many New Zealand cattle are sent to China to spend their lives in concrete feedlots, only to be slaughtered after they have fulfilled their reproductive ‘duties’. Ultimately exporting for breeding results in the animal’s slaughter.

The issue of live export is a heated one, but it is also quite simple if we follow ethical principles rather than material ones.  Non-human animals are not commodities, and should not be subject to long journeys across the ocean for any reason. They are intelligent individuals who feel a complex range of emotions and value their lives. We have no right to treat them as mere fodder for the capitalist machine.