On Foie Gras and the Animal Divine

THE relationship between human beings and animals causes a lot of confusion in the modern world.
Do animals have feelings comparable to humans? Do they have souls that live after death? Is it wrong to eat animals or raise them in factory conditions? For an interesting examination of these and other questions, I recommend the website Tradition in Action and its posts here, here, here, here, here, and here. They include heated debate, but Tradition in Action firmly defends the essential inequality of human beings and animals. A piece by Prof. Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira examines the U.N. Universal Declaration of the Rights of Animals. And in a 2003 post, still timely, Dr. Marian T. Horvat wrote on “eco-terrorism” at a farm where ducks were being raised for foie gras:
The four came by night, guided by the moonlight and fueled by a zeal for their mission. They crept silently to the padlocked door where the hostages were being held at a farm. The bolt-cutters weren’t strong enough for the new padlocks, so the slimmest of the rescuers, a young women, slid in through the air-conditioning system. She opened the door for the three others.
They entered, looked around, and sighed. What a dilemma! One hundred and fifty victims and only four could be freed. But the rescuers, made of stern stuff, faced the tragic option and chose. Then, flight, and success. Four hostages freed!
What am I describing? A special mission of a team of trained forces releasing hostages from some Islamic terrorist holding camp? No, you are reading the description of the “liberation” of four ducks. Yes, four ducks, from the Sonoma Foie Gras farm where they were being fed for commercial purposes. The team was a cell of self-proclaimed “duck freedom fighters,” and the “mission” makes up part of a recent wave of eco-terrorism sweeping across the country.
To be precise, they didn’t quite save all four. One overstressed canard couldn’t muster strength for the escape in the closed bin, its freedom train, and died several hours after the “rescue” at the vet’s. A rescuer sobbed, and the others consoled her: “At least he died here with people who love him and were trying to save him, and not those butchers.” (more…)


