In the 1960s, there were around 50,000 pig farms in Australia. Their value determined only by their usefulness to humankind, rationalised by a belief in our own superiority and the notion that might equals right. Hidden by this narrative, out of sight, out of mind, they cease to be individuals, most known only as livestock, faceless units of production in a system of incomprehensible scale, exempt from the cruelty laws that protect our companion animals. A humane and painless end, a small price happily paid for a life well lived. The picturesque family farm and the iconic, loving farmer. So for those who feed, clothe or entertain us, we choose to follow a narrative that minimises or altogether eliminates their suffering. The thought of unnecessarily causing them harm or suffering, is to many, unbearable. We take pleasure from their pleasure, we anguish over their pain, celebrating their intelligence and individuality as welcome them into our families, or revere them in their natural element. We recognise them not as objects, but as complex beings with whom we share the planet, our lives, our homes. Most people consider themselves animal lovers. References are available on the Facts & References page.
