That title is, perhaps. misleading. This post isn’t really about how we learned that breeding for animal testing is a lower life form. I’m pretty sure that that’s not accurate. I actually recognize that the breeders at Green Hill at Montichiari, Italy, are the same life form as those who scaled barbed wire fencing to save animals from lives as laboratory subjects.
But that title, that particular ordering of words, smacks of some scientific journal title, the ones that would be published by the institutions that buy the animals that Green Hill breeds for research.
The studies actually have titles more like, “Corneal recovery after exposure to Hydroxyester copolymer/water/dimethyl ether/ethyl alcohol mixture,” which reports the results of a study in which the rabbit, beagle, marmoset, rat, mouse, and chimpanzee subjects had their eyes clamped open while freaking hair spray is sprayed into their eyes. Once per minute in 0.385 second blasts. The results are reported to some hairspray manufacturer, which research was funded by a grant from said hairspray manufacturer or an organization that lobbies for the hairspray manufacturers.
Okay, so I’m not a scientist. I’m not a researcher. I don’t work in an animal research laboratory. I just made up that research title and objective and sponsor. But I’ll just bet that you know, whether you’re a scientist or not, that you don’t need beagles to have hairspray sprayed in their eyes to know that it is a potentially damaging act and should be avoided.
I once had an encounter with a laboratory beagle. Back in the olden days my grad student office was across the hall from the pharmacy lab, which wheeled beagles in and out on a regular – though not oft witnessed – basis. One day there was a beagle out in the hall for a while longer than usual, in one of those stainless steel cages, with small bars all around. I stopped to talk to him. I stuck my finger through those small bars. And Beagle A.287.r wiggled and wriggled its shy little self at me. It didn’t know what to do. Neither did I, back then in the 1980s.
But on April 30, 2012, a whole bunch of Italians knew what to do.
And on that day and forever, I love the Italians. The Italians. <smile and sigh>
And whoever else was there on that day, regardless of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, areligion, gender, species. Those who were climbing fences, cheering climbers, handling puppies, puppies, puppies, tweeting pictures, sharing video, and cheering on those who did all the above, from our desktops and laptops.
I didn’t know what to do about vivisection back when A.287.r was being used for pharmacy student research, so some student could finish her thesis and publish an article with her professor, so the school could get another grant, and a professor his tenure, and other students to add to the stable of students.
I didn’t know then what do do; on April 30, thank god, the Italians did.
Be part of knowing what to do and doing it, by signing a petition to close the Green Hill research animal factory and free the Greenhill beagles.
Consider adopting a dog that had been used in laboratory research, so that even though their earlier lives were hell, they can end their days in a loving home.
Researchers are probably not a lower life form, but the Italians and anyone who rescues animals from a life as a research subject, they are cut above.