Showing posts with label embrace the nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label embrace the nightmares. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Dear Timor, A sledgehammer swings through the air

 

Dear Timor,

A sledgehammer swings through the air, crashing into the skull of a young donkey. She crumples to the ground before a worker slits her throat and leaves her to die slowly and painfully. Her skin will be cut off her corpse and boiled down for ejiao, a traditional Chinese medicine.

Other doomed donkeys huddle in crowded pens nearby, where the concrete floors are coated with dung and urine and their only water is green and thick with algae. They can do nothing but wait for the moment when they, too, are dragged away and bludgeoned.

Below are photos from PETA Asia’s investigations into the grisly ejiao industry.

 

Workers bludgeoned donkeys, slit their throats, and left them to die. Some animals were still breathing and moving after being hit on the head with hammers.

I know it can be devastating to see such images—and to consider that donkeys are being killed for the snacks, cosmetics, and other items made from their skin. But exposing animals’ suffering is the only way we can end it.

PETA is working hard to shut down the demand for ejiao and to support bans like the one making its way through the U.S. Congress that forbids the sale and transport of ejiao.

With your help, we’ll keep working to stop the killing and skinning of donkeys for ejiao, prevent them from being forced to haul crushing loads, and end the suffering they face for any other reason.

Thank you for acting with compassion today.

Kind regards,

Ingrid Newkirk
President

AVA BY CHRISTINA SNG

 

AVA BY CHRISTINA SNG

And so she turned—

I kept her grunting and lost
In the guest bathroom
And soon the melody
Of her movements matched
The cacophony of the others
Shifting around outside.

How I longed
To open the door to see her.
But I knew she was no longer
The daughter I loved.

Yet a part of me wondered
If there was any bit of Ava left
In that shell.
If she was aware,
At some level,
Of what she had become.

Every night, I soothed her
With a song — the same one
I sang to her when she was a baby,
Nestled in my arms.

She always stopped her shuffling
And listened. But tonight,
She quietened and cooed,
And for the first time,
She said, “Maa maa,” slowly
And concisely as if she were
Struggling with vocal chords
Which were ripped beyond repair.

I could not help it.
I had to know.
Tears rolling down my face,
I placed my hand on the doorknob.

I took a deep breath and turned.

ALL HALLOWS BY LOUISE GLÜCK

 

ALL HALLOWS BY LOUISE GLÜCK

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one

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Infinity