Compassion for Pigs: Salvation for Humans
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Ken Swensen,
Originaly published on Encyclopedia Britannica Advocacy for Animals
January 2016

Then one day, with a jolt that seemed to come from outside myself, I recognized that what we are doing to factory farmed animals is a crime of the highest order—and one of unfathomably large proportions. In that moment of realization, the treatment of pigs seemed to me cruel beyond words.

Photo courtesy of Robin Lamont

This past Christmas Eve, we joined some of our family in New York City for an early dinner. Afterward, on our way to a local bakery, we happened upon a beautifully dressed group of carolers singing holiday songs.

In a nearby storefront window, five pigs were hanging in various stages of dismemberment, with heads still intact. The juxtaposition of the joyful singing and the macabre display was so jarring that I awoke early on Christmas day, struggling with the incongruity. What journey had I taken that now filled me with emotion, while most of my family, as well as the steady stream of passersby, were apparently unmarked by the gruesome sight?

I have no special affinity for pigs. I never saw one as a boy growing up in Queens. I did eat them, though the source of the thin reddish slabs on my school lunch sandwich was probably not clear to me. Like most people, I learned through colloquialisms that pigs were stubborn (pigheaded), gluttonous (pigging out), and lived in filth (in a pigsty). In my teens the language turned darker as “male chauvinist pig” entered the lexicon and war protesters tagged policemen as “fascist pigs.”

Some of my Jewish friends didn’t eat pork, and I was aware of the word “unclean” that carried with it a sense of spiritual revulsion. My own catechism included the miracle of Jesus’ exorcism of a man’s demons by sending them into a large herd of pigs who rushed into the sea and drowned themselves.

In my early twenties, in an effort to heal myself of various maladies, I stopped eating pigs or any animals that could walk. My intuition, as well as the teachings of the macrobiotic diet I embraced, led me to believe that meat consumption makes us more susceptible to disease and prone to violence.

sleeping pig
A pig resting in a field
©Ken Swensen

I don’t recall seeing a live pig until my mid-forties, when I met two of them in a small pen at a nearby resort. Massive in size, they were quite unlike the cute and agile creatures in the children’s books I read to my kids at night. Only in passing did I wonder about the discrepancy. My contribution to the welfare of pigs was still limited to not eating them.

My next encounters were in China, where most of the world’s pigs live out their short lives. Speeding open-sided lorries were a common sight, packed with animals jockeying for space. In Asia, businesses do not work as hard to hide animal abuse, and that was opening my eyes to a worldwide system of industrialized meat production that treats animals like manufacturing units.

Then one day, with a jolt that seemed to come from outside myself, I recognized that what we are doing to factory farmed animals is a crime of the highest order—and one of unfathomably large proportions. In that moment of realization, the treatment of pigs seemed to me cruel beyond words.

The gestation crates are a horror. Immobilized sows are forced to sleep or stand on bare concrete or metal, with no grass, no dirt, and no sun—for an entire lifetime. The torturous treatment is not only reserved for breeding sows. The average space allotted to a pig raised for meat is 8 square feet. That’s less than a square yard; 34 inches by 34 inches, to be exact. In practice, that translates into 30 pigs permanently trapped in a pen 15 feet by 16 feet: the size of a bedroom.

That space allocation is carefully calculated by the pork industry. If they give pigs more space, profits go down because they cannot fit as many in the sheds. If they give them less space, disease and cannibalism increase, again reducing profits. Income is optimized at slightly less than a square yard per pig. Likewise, un-anaesthetized amputations of body parts, including tails, testicles, and teeth, are based solely on maximizing profits. Apparently, driving pigs insane has no financial impact.

So why do I care about pigs? I can’t say I even like them; I don’t know any pigs. I care about them because it’s infuriatingly unfair what we do to these innocent beings. I care about them because of the change of consciousness that is in the air: a building recognition that we are dependent on animals and nature, not in charge of them. Caring about them brings some hope of reversing the catastrophic environmental impacts that are built into the factory farming system.

When I see in my mind’s eye those pigs hanging in the window, I see the hubris that is destroying our natural world. I see the destruction of rainforests, the extinction of species, the degradation of oceans, the pollution of soil and water, and the irreversible damage to our climate, all exacerbated by a factory farming system that can only be described as wholly depraved.

In those hanging pigs I see the distillation of human arrogance—a mindset that places human power at the center of the universe and views nature and all other beings as tools to be used for our benefit. It is the antithesis of what we need to learn: that our true self-interest aligns with the health of our ecosystem. Indeed, caring about pigs has opened my eyes to the importance of this moment in the Earth’s history as we struggle to find a sustainable way of life on a planet of incredible beauty, amazing diversity, and limited resources. Can we recalculate our role before tragedy overtakes us?

The natural world is not ours. Animals have meaning and worth apart from us. If we can summon an attitude of respect and humility, there’s a brighter world awaiting. Though first we must find in our hearts compassion for pigs … and for all the other animals with whom we share the Earth.

Ken Swensen volunteers for ACTAsia supporting their work teaching Chinese schoolchildren compassion for animals and respect for the environment. A lifetime New Yorker, Ken runs a small business and has an MBA from New York University.

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