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No .. you are not wrong .. a true human being has compassion for all living beings ..
The chimpanzee is you. The cockroach is you. The person to your right is you. It's all the same thing, and there's no weakness in that at all.
I do find it curious that most of us can't tolerate images of animal abuse, but a drawn-and-quartered human being? No problem! It's probably because we've all been conditioned to believe that humanity is fundamentally flawed (bad), and therefore deserves whatever is coming to it. Animals are innocent in all of that of course, so they're spared the results of our self-loathing.
There's a sick psychological twist to all of this.
I don't like suffering period, whether it comes to the one that is suffering being a human being or an animal. It's funny, though, that having compassion for others regardless of species, seems to be considered pathological in some way or a weakness. I have no problem with hunters if they are supplementing their food stocks and am not a vegetarian. I don't like hunters who chose to hunt for sport alone or to have a head mounted on their wall. I pay a little bit extra so that the eggs that I eat aren't penned up like this: www.elephantjournal.com... I do it in part because I think it's disturbing that any living thing should be penned up in such a way (human or not) and secondly, because I firmly believe that the quality of the food goes down when an animal is stressed and that looks like contagion central to me. I've rescued wasps and bees trapped in store windows (never been stung, mind you--even the wasp just groomed itself). When I lived on the rez, I rescued a wild pup, 2 feral cats, and 2 kittens abandoned at birth.
This isn't a weakness. This is my strength. I remember being at a neighborhood man-made pond when my son was just a baby and several of us noted that there was a mother duck that was just freaking out. She'd been quacking so much that her quacks were starting to crack and all of her little ducklings were nestled into her. Then, we, onlookers to her distress noted the source of it. One of her little ducklings had swam into a bit of old chicken wire, got trapped and had been popped up out of the water entirely. I politely asked a nice couple to watch my son for a moment and then, promptly waded into the pond fully clothed. I was a little concerned that the mother duck would get defense and snap at me but when I got near, she calmed down. Not even a single nip as I carefully extracted the baby duckling from its snare and set it into the water. They didn't even leave right away and I took a moment to squish down the chicken wire so it'd never happen again.
Waded back out to be confronted with a crowd that had developed on the shore. The responses were a mixed bag. Some remarked on how cool that was. One older man was yelling at me, now dripping and coated with the slimy green of duck crap and algae, about the risks of E. Coli. A couple comments on how gross it must've been. I didn't care what a single person thought on that shore about what I just did. I did what I felt in my heart was right.
Who the hell am I to stand by while something before me is suffering? Who the hell am I to rank another living thing as somehow being less important than I am because it is of a difference species than I? I cannot do those things. Yes, I can eat meat but that is the way nature works but is it natural for a duckling to become trapped in man-made chicken wire? Is it natural for a bee to become trapped on a store window? Or for people to dump unwanted kittens in a parking lot to die? Not in my book and those errs in nature I attempt to correct when I come across them.
When I lived on the Navajo reservation, I helped in the annual sheep butchering and stood there, unflinching, as the family sliced the neck, cooing a thank you to the sheep and promises that their meat, wool, skin, marrow, and even the intestines (for ach'ii) were all so very appreciated and would be used. I even knelt down and assisted in the butchering after the sheep was drained.
The Navajo view it as keeping a balance between oneself and the world around. You take what you need and no more. You respect all life when you come across it. Even spiders and snakes, frequently poisonous out there, demand respect and are not to be meddled with. Should one toy with nature, then very bad things may happen to you and yours.
It is in my mind that we should not hold ourselves supreme to the world around us. So many have forgotten that we do not exist in supremacy of nature but at its behest. We should be living in symbiosis with it and not as its attackers or defilers.