I’m going to start this with a disclaimer: I saw the headline, I didn’t read the article.
I couldn’t. But, I also couldn’t not write anything this time.
I have so many times before felt outrage and then scrolled down, and there’s something happy and, honestly, it is emotionally confusing. Cruelty, cute video, motivational quote, murder, 10 ways to lose weight and look good!, child rapist walks free, try not to laugh video. Ha, you’re probably wondering, where the hell are you seeing this? Well, homepages, websites, I’m sure you’ve seen it too.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to live in a world where all we witness is cruelty, or all we see are happy videos to blind us to what is happening around us, but I feel like it is moving too fast. We almost don’t get time to process it.
I didn’t click the article because my brain will bring the images back to haunt me – this is I suppose, where I have no choice but to process it. The article, is one about animal cruelty and how some disgusting person murdered an animal. We don’t often use that word when it comes to animals, do we? Murder.
The thing is, and here is me speaking about one of the “On Writing” posts I’d hoped to publish this month, I can’t let go of these acts of cruelty towards animals. Now, I know there will always be someone who will jump on this and say “but what about this” or so on, and so on. To that: we can care about more than one thing, but having focus on a specific isn’t bad either. I’m glad that people are driven to do something about so many different things. It reminds me that there is good in the world. It doesn’t make me angry that not everyone is as outraged about certain things as I am.
Back to the point. I’m writing this because I had to reclaim some of my memory, some of my humanity, a moment in history where I can remember this animal lost its life in a horrific way. Honestly, do I feel I need to read the article before writing this? No. I’ve seen enough of human torture towards animals that I don’t need to. This is for all of them. Not just something to scroll past, not just something for a moments sadness, something that is to drive and to push and to motivate.
It is why I write.
I am so sick of feeling useless, feeling like every day more is happening behind closed doors and despite how much I would like to end it by force (I never pretended to be nice) I know that I can’t. So, I write stories. Tales with animals in that are to be cherished, that aren’t to be hurt. If they are hurt, then their loss will ache in a reader’s heart just as any characters would. I try to promote compassion in imagined worlds in hope that goodness will creep into our world.
It’s a small hope, but we are each granted that, are we not?
I know, and I am further driven by this knowledge, that many are outraged by animal cruelty, because there are many good people in this world. Yet, it continues.
In disgusting incidents with individuals like the one that led me to write this, and in wildly confusing moments (as an evolved species – if we truly are, how is this possible?) carried out by groups.
Of course, there is more that can be done than just writing stories, there is more that can be done that just writing a blog post, there is always more. But we should never be discouraged by how little we do, not as long as we are doing something.
That is why I had to write this.
For a kitten.
And for everyone who shies away from doing something, out of fear that it is not enough.