Human life is important. The tragedy of a child’s death will invariably be met with a feeling that
this little person had his or her whole life ahead of them. The knowledge that
all of those years will now not be lived makes an already terrible loss all the
more poignant. Conversely, whilst we may be bereft at the passing of a much-loved
elderly friend or relative, the blow of their death may be softened by the
feeling that they had “
a good innings” (as my dad would say). These feelings stem
from the universally accepted premise that being able to live a long, happy and
healthy life is something which many, if not all of us, aspire to for ourselves and hope for for our loved ones. We don’t
tend to question this premise. We don’t need to justify our reasons for feeling
this way. Life just
is important.
Would you agree?
But when we talk about animals (perhaps with the exception
of a beloved family pet), the simple suggestion that animals might, just like
us, like to keep on living life until they reach the end of a “good innings”;
that they might relish in having experienced a lifetime of family, friends, victories,
defeats, gains and losses sometimes appears difficult for us to accept at face
value.
I read an
article this morning which highlighted the awful
practice of “trophy hunting” of lions. For those unfamiliar with trophy hunting it is,
as the name suggests, the practice of killing an animal in order to take
his or her carcass (or part of it) as a prize.
I should say from the outset that I am 100% behind work
being carried out to bring an end to trophy hunting (have a look at
IFAW or
LionAid to find out more about this important issue) and I have no desire to detract
from the vital efforts of the organisations that are working so hard to this
end. So whilst I fully support the efforts being made, my interest in this instance is in the way that the argument against trophy
hunting was presented in this particular article. The approach was not uncommon and similar examples could be found, I'm sure, in numerous other pieces on the subject of people, wildlife and their interactions with one another.
One question posed by the
author of the article in question asked: “Why on Earth are we still allowing this animal [the lion] to be killed for
"fun" when it's in danger of disappearing from the wild in our
lifetimes?”
For me, the question should have ended after the word “fun”.
By continuing to qualify the query by reminding readers that lions are
threatened seemed to confuse matters. Rather than simply questioning the
validity of a senseless and barbaric act in the name of “fun”, the reader is left wondering if the author believes that there may be circumstances whereby it might be
okay to shoot lions for “fun” if they didn’t belong to a threatened species.
Later in the article, the author states: “There are several
reasons why trophy hunting is so bad for lions, beyond the obvious one that it
kills healthy members of an imperiled species”.
Once again the tragedy of the lion’s death is given credence
by virtue of his membership of a species in danger of extinction. It’s as if the
self-serving actions of the hunters when they kill him to take his head to
mount on a wall and boast to their friends of their prowess is not reason
enough to object; that the lion’s loss of life, pure and simple, is not enough
to warrant our opposition.
The article is clear that trophy hunting does have an effect at a species level; often as a result of infanticide as a new male takes over and seeks to rid the pride of all those young sired by his predecessor. But any discourse relating to the individuals, outside of the parameters of the discussion on species conservation, is overlooked.
Personally, I believe that the life of that individual lion, and the lives of the other 600 or so that are killed every year during trophy
hunts, are important not just because that lion belongs to a species that we are fast driving to extinction, but because his
life is his own and he will have been right in the middle of living it when it
was brought to an abrupt and brutal end by a hunter.
Having worked in and with in situ projects for around a decade
myself, I appreciate and understand the importance of conservation efforts to
save species and habitats. I am well aware that species form vital parts of the
natural ecosystem that they have adapted to inhabit and their loss can have
devastating effects on other members of the same system. I also understand that
iconic animals such as lions can be put forward as “flagship” species in order
to raise awareness and funds to support work which will have the effect of
protecting entire habitats, and all the other life found within them. I understand that species being recognised as endangered can further their protection under the law and this is one of the key aims of the campaign which the article in question was discussing. I support this campaign wholeheartedly. Whilst I recognise the validity, indeed the necessity of this work, I think we too readily forget that
species (whether endangered or thriving) are also made up of individuals. So, in the case of trophy hunting, my opposition
to the cold-blooded killing of an individual (regardless of species membership)
does not need to be justified using only species conservation arguments to make it
viable. If lions were the most abundant species that walked the planet, shooting them to take their heads would still be wrong. Because their lives are important.
Species conservation is vital, but the individual is important too, and I think it is important to ensure that we recognise that in its own right.
Of course the problem is that, if we begin to accept that
animal life, like human life, is important in and of itself then it begins to
present serious conundrums for many of us in our day-to-day lives. After all if
belonging to an endangered species is not the litmus test to decide whose life
matters and whose life doesn’t, then how can factory farming or vivisection
possibly be justified? Is there a logical reason to conclude that a lion is
more important than a chicken, or a rat or a dog? If not, what consequences
does that have for us, and our society? I suspect that many of us aren’t ready to
face that conundrum.
Is all life important, or just some life? What do you think?
