About Bull Fighting

A matador taunts a bull. © Jo-Anne McArthur / We Animals Media

… i almost didn’t write about this photo essay on bull fighting… it moved me practically to tears… i have no interest in bullfighting i thought to myself… i’d rather not think about what we (humans) do to animals (and to one another)… but then, i thought, i have been powerfully affected… if this is not paying attention, then what is?… so, i share it… the photographs speak for themselves…

… i participate in killing chickens… we eat… we eat animals… i thought it important that i confront an animal and take its life if i were going to eat animals… it always saddens me, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it, because i eat animals and i should know what that is in all it’s facets…

… bull fighting is torturing animals for sport… this is obscene… like dog or cock fighting… that we should be entertained by the suffering of any creature is abhorrent… but people can be, too often are, abhorrent… we progress through the grace we offer the life we share the planet with and one another… that bullfighting still exists tells us we have a long way to go… the only hope for survival in the long term is offering that grace collectively, everywhere, always…