Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Cow that Cried

by Ajahn Brahmavamso

I arrived early to lead my meditation class in a low-security prison. A crim who I had never seen before was waiting to speak with me. He was a giant of a man with bushy hair and beard and tattooed arms; the scars on his face told me he'd been in many a violent fight. He looked so fearsome that I wondered why he was coming to learn meditation. He wasn't the type. I was wrong of course.

He told me that something had happened a few days before that had spooked the hell out of him. As he started speaking, I picked up his thick Ulster accent. To give me some background, he told me that he had grown up in the violent streets of Belfast. His first stabbing was when he was seven years old. The school bully had demanded the money he had for lunch. He said no. The older boy took out a long knife and asked for the money a second time. He thought the bully was bluffing. He said no again. The bully never asked a third time, he just plunged the knife into the seven year-old's arm, drew it out and walked away.

He told me that he ran in shock from the schoolyard, with blood streaming down his arm, to his father's house close by. His unemployed father took one look at the wound and led his son to their kitchen, but not to dress the wound. The father opened a drawer, took out a big kitchen knife, gave it to his son, and ordered him to go back to school and stab the boy back.

That was how he had been brought up. If he hadn't grown so big and strong, he would have been long dead.

The jail was a prison farm where short-term prisoners, or long-term prisoners close to release, could be prepared for life outside, some by learning a trade in the farming industry. Furthermore, the produce from the prison farm would supply all the prisons around Perth with inexpensive food, thus keeping down costs. Australian farms grow cows, sheep and pigs, not just wheat and vegetables; so did the prison farm. But unlike other farms, the prison farm had its own slaughterhouse, on-site.

Every prisoner had to have a job in the prison farm. I was informed by many of the inmates that the most sought-after jobs were in the slaughterhouse. These jobs were especially popular with violent offenders. And the most sought-after job of all, which you had to fight for, was the job of the slaugterer himself. That giant and fearsome Irishman was the slaughterer.

He described the slaughterhouse to me. Super-strong stainless steel railings, wide at the opening, narrowed down to a single channel inside the building, just wide enough for one animal to pass through at a time. Next to the narrow channel, raised on a platform, he would stand with the electric gun. Cows, pigs or sheep would be forced into the stainless steel funnel using dogs and cattle prods. He said they would always scream, each in its own way, and try to escape. They could smell death, hear death and feel death. When an animal was alongside his platform, it would be writhing and wriggling and moaning in full voice. Even though his gun could kill a large bull with a single high-voltage charge, the animal would never stand still long enough for him to aim properly. So it was one shot to stun, next shot to kill. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. Animal after animal. Day after day.

The Irishmen started to become excited as he moved to the occurence, only a few days before, that he had unsettled him so much. He started to swear. In what followed, he kept repeating, " This is God's f...ing truth!" He was afraid I wouldn't believe him.

That day they needed beef for the prisons around Perth. They were slaughtering cows. One shot to stun, next shot to kill. He was well into a normal day's killing when a cow came up like he had never seen before. This cow was silent. There wasn't even a whimper. Its head was down as it walked purposely voluntarily, slowly into position next to the platform. It did not writhe or wriggle or try to escape.

Once in position, the cow lifted her head and stared at her executioner, absolutely still.

The Irishmen hadn't seen anything even close to this before. His mind went numb with confusion. He couldn't lift his gun; nor could he take his eyes away from the eyes of the cow. The cow was looking right inside him.

He slipped into timeless spaces. He couldn't tell me how long it took, but as the cow held him in eye contact, he noticed something that shook him even more. Cows have very big eyes. He saw in the left eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, water begin to gather. The amount of water grew and grew, until it was too much for the eyelid to hold. It began to trickle slowly all the way down her cheek, forming a glistening line of tears. Long-closed doors were opening slowly to his heart. As he looked in disbelief, he saw in the right eye of the cow, above the lower eyelid, more water gathering, growing by the moment, until it too, was more than the eyelid could contain. A second stream of water trickled slowly down her face. And the man broke down.

The cow was crying.

He told me that he threw down his gun, swore to the full extent of his considerable capacity to the prison officers, that they could do whatever they liked to him, " BUT THAT COW AIN'T DYING! "

He ended by telling me he was a vegetarian now.

That story was true. Other inmates of the prison farm confirmed it for me. The cow that cried taught one of the most violent of men what it means to care.

13 comments:

zlyrica said...

Allo dreamy, mind if i have this article post at Moonpointer : Buddhist Vegan Fellowship (http://www.moonpointer.com/bvf.php)?

Veggie Bun said...

Oh, what a touching story...

Jackie said...

Thanks for the visit.

A wonderful posting both sad but uplifting as well. Thanks for sharing.

dreamy said...

Zlyrica,
definitely! It's Ajahm Brahm's work, you may wanna ask him for permission (but I didn't :P)

I read this story a few times before, and it always touched me..

zlyrica said...

Thks, actually i read it b4 we set up BVf, and didnt remember it until i read it here yesterday :P

dreamy said...

Yes, it's so true, we come across a lot of things and we put them at the back of our brains until one day we come across it again and remember :) The story was from A.Brahm's book if I am not wrong right?

zlyrica said...

Ay, I think so, hehe, not sure myself, I think I read it online...

Polly Pierce said...

What a touching story. This really has touched parts of me that I often choose to ignore, simply because of the complexities of the life I lead.

It is so easy to take animals for granted, to consider that they were put on this earth merely for our use/abuse.

Thank you for publishing this.

Anonymous said...

Horseshit. Cows are delicious, end of discussion.

Anonymous said...

Nope. Meat by itself is NOT delicious to MOST people. That is why few people can take the bloody scene and still salivating and feel appetizing to see a piece of fresh raw meat cut from the live animal that is still dripping with blood. Most people are being fooled to think that meat is delicious after cooking due to the various ingredients that are being added during cooking. But do you know that most of those ingredients that are used to bring out the flavour of the meat and to make it tasty and delicious, are mostly plant-based. Of course nowadays, probably you will find more chemicals or unnatural substances being added into the cooking to make the meat taste delicious!!!

Anonymous said...

Meow meow

the cos was there to teach..

Hovkonditorn said...

A touching story, thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

Shocking that I can never seem to find a link to the original article so I can have it translated myself. Almost...unbelievably...shocking.

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