Imagine you are inside a slaughterhouse; there’s you, a man with a knife and a piglet. The man intends to slice the piglet’s throat.
How far would you go to save the piglet’s life? How would you feel if you couldn’t save it and had to watch it die? Imagine that for a moment.
What would most people do what as the knife cut into the piglet’s throat? Throw up, cry, attack the man with the knife? These would be normal human reactions; in fact, these reactions are what make us human.
But if we walk down the supermarket aisle and see the same piglet neatly packaged in plastic, all we think about is how good it would go with a little apple sauce. What does that say about us?
We can’t focus on that one piglet though. His or her life is worth no more than the millions of others who are mutilated and killed every day, you just happened to be there.
Do you think you or anyone else has more right to life than the piglet? None of us get a do over, once it’s gone, it’s gone, same goes for the piglet.
In fact, do we have the right to take any life? Isn’t it a simple choice between right and wrong?
Put yourself in the position of being the man with the knife; ask yourself if you could do it. I expect the answer would resoundingly be no.
But what if I offered you £1,000, would you do it then? How about £10,000 or £100,000? What would your price be?
Imagine all the things you could do with that money and it’s only one piglet.
Even if I put £100,000 in a brief case, handed it over along with the knife and the piglet, I’m still not sure most people could do it when the moment came.
Why is that?
The sad truth and what sums most of us up, is that we’re more than happy to allow someone else to slice the piglet’s throat on our behalf; we’ll even pay them to do it. Just so long as we don’t have to be there.
We all forget who we are sometimes.