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Here is my gift to you, my child

LT

Here is my gift to you, my child.

And my gift to you, my child, is an unthinking gift. For I do not want to you to think. I do not want you to think about what this gift means, I just want you to passively, quietly accept this gift and not to think now or ever. I do not want you to question this gift, to raise your voice in concern about this gift, to offer to me thoughts from your heart about why I gave you this gift. I do not want you to consider what this toy represents and what it reflects from the world out there and what goes on in the world over there. I do not want you to ask me what “livestock” means and why farmed animals would need to be loaded onto trucks and I do not want you to ask me why we do this at all, and why we can’t just leave the animals where they are. Just be quiet. Just accept. Just play.

Here is my gift to you, my child.

And my gift to you, my child, is a violent gift. I give this to you and I want you to indulge your young mind in cruelty. I want you to think it is fine and, indeed, fun – hey, just play! – when you take the toy animals and run them up the ramp onto the truck and lock them in and drive them off. I want you to think it is quite, quite normal to separate a mother from her baby and take one of them off in the truck whilst the other one stays on the farm, and drive that truck to a place in your mind where we do those animals to death, but I do not want you to ponder on that too much, just accept that, and don’t ask me about that. Just know that we kill and just believe that you have no choice, just understand that you will kill, and that’s all fine. Just be quiet. Just accept. Just play.

Here is my gift to you, my child.

And my gift to you, my child, is an unfeeling gift. I know that when you meet other animals in the real world you like them and want to care for them. I know that you like to reach out to them and hold them and hug them and be nice to them. I know that when you see those animals your heart does a leap with a quickening beat because they are such a joy to you, you find them fast and fabulous friends and I know that you’d never think to strike against them and hit them and hurt them. I know that if you ever see an animal in pain it makes you sad and it makes you cry, and you don’t even like to think that they would ever really die. I know that. And now I want to wipe that out. I want you to play with this toy, this truck and these animals, and I want you to stop thinking of the animals as your friends, they’re just “livestock” now – a big word I know, but really it just means that the animals don’t matter. Just push the animals up the ramp and lock the truck door and drive the truck off to that corner of your mind where you’ll kind of know that the animals will die, but don’t think of that, just play the way that I tell you, and drive the truck to take the animals away and make them die. Just be quiet. Just accept. Just play.

Here is my gift to you, my child.

And my gift to you, my child, is the gift of ignorance. I want to share my ignorance with you, because I bought this for you and I kind of know a little bit about animal farming and where the “livestock transporters” go when I see them on the roads and what goes on in abattoirs, but I don’t think much about it, I never question it, I never really find out anything about it. I wouldn’t hit or hurt the pets that we have, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to hurt them either, and I teach you to be nice to them too, but I’ve never really thought about animals on farms, but I do just passively accept what I’m told which is that the animals are treated nicely by the farmers, all the time, and I just passively accept what I’m told which is that the journey to the abattoir is done as nicely as it can be done and I do just passively accept what I’m told which is that when the animals are at the abattoir they’re treated kindly and killed humanely, and I’ve never given any thought to what “killed humanely” means. I’ve never really thought about any of it at all. I’ve never thought if there’s a different way to do things or different things we could eat. I just accept it. I’ve chosen not to know and I don’t like it when people try and tell me more about it – they talk about cruelty and the agony felt by the animals but that all sounds really unpleasant and I don’t want to know, and they talk about the other food I could have instead, but it all sounds really difficult even though they keep saying it’s so easy, and so I don’t want to know. I‘m just quiet. I just accept.

Sweet child of mine, please accept my unthinking, violent, unfeeling and ignorant gift…

 

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