Slaughterhouse-the Task of Blood
Many vegans watched this particular programme, hoping beyond hope that some of the other people watching the show would realise the true horror that goes on in killing factories, and stop eating dead animals.
Although the documentary did show scenes of non human animals being killed, sliced up, their skin peeled from their muscle and bone as though they were nothing other than ripe fruit, the documentary shied away from the true horror at the heart of every slaughter house.
This was obvious from the first moments. We were told that "thousands" of animals are slaughtered in the UK for their flesh every day. The true figure stands in the millions. The scenes of slaughter were for the most part filmed in black and white - the glistening pools on the floor in these scenes could have been water, not blood. There was an inappropriate emphasis on the murderers, not the victims. We were constantly being invited to listen to their political, philosophical, spiritual insights. Some of these men seemed mentally ill, fundemetally lacking in any compassion. Yet others seemed utterly normal, friendly, almost decent. Until you remembered what they did.
And this is the important thing. What these men do. They kill for money. They kill because there is nothing else they can be bothered to do. The cleaners look up to the killers, as they are at the top of the pyramid. The killers look down on the cleaners as "scum."
What a warped world these men live in.
These murderers were the subject of the film, not the victimised animals. Does anyone really believe that the BBC would have shown an honest film about slaughter houses? This film got through precisely because it was dishonest, overly arty, and human centred.
This preview in the Radio Times shows exactly what we mean.
"The saying goes that if slaughterhouses had glass walls, we'd all be vegetarians. So here, veteran film-maker Brian Hill puts the ideas to the test by visiting an abattoir in Oldham and showing us it's grisly workings. The scenes of dead pigs and sheep sliced up on a "dis-assembly line" are not for the squimish, obviously, but filmed in black and white and set to piano music they have a strange, balletic beauty. In the end what emerges isn't quite as liable to put you off eating meat as Hill seems to think."
Absolutely. However, many people who did watch it will have seen through the finished glossy product. The animals' screams may have been drowned out by piano music, their blood may have looked on the screen like water, but there will be people who looked into the eyes of these victims, on the few occasions the camera dwelt on them, and seen the truth.
These individuals, herded, beaten, kicked, murdered, do not want to die. We don't have to be party to their death. If you don't like what slaughtermen do, don't pay their wages.
The director may have felt that the only way to get this story on screen was to concentrate on the slaughterers. Let us hope that despite the watering down of his message many will still have understood enough to change.
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