It was a scene right out of a movie. I couldn't tell if we were
extras in a Comedy or Drama, but it was definitely a Horror.
And this time there aren't any golden awards.
Horror
is a fascinating thing for most of us, especially when it's
happening to someone else. The twist on this particular story
is where the whole thing was taking place - and the cast of
characters. Who would think a rural farming community would
treat its horse loving neighbors with such disrespect?
Perhaps
things in rural America are out of control. New residents in
small, but swanky, developments carved out of a former cornfield
are "upset" because the man on a 70 acre property
a half mile away raises dogs. Never mind that they can't see
the building from their places without looking out an attic
window. Never mind that his farm is clean and neat. Never mind
that they don't hear dogs barking or that none of them has ever
been inside his kennel building. They're "offended and
something must be done!"
Remember
the story about the woman in Puritan days, scorned for her love
affair? The one who had to wear the scarlet letter "A"
sewn onto her clothes identifying her as an adulteress? Well,
the letter that went out to kennels in the township wasn't scarlet
in color, but behind it was a woman with a temper. She had moved
into one of those fancy houses a year or so ago, lost her job
at a lawyer's office and was filled with rage. "It's those
dogs!" she told her husband about country smells as they
drove around. In truth, it was pig manure. One would think a
real horsewoman would know the difference.
At her
insistence, a letter was issued by the zoning office, informing
seven state and federally licensed kennels in the township that
they were breaking the law. "What law?" the kennel
owners asked, from miles around. "The one we made about
ten years ago," they were told. "You need special
permission." Kennel owners had to pay $400 each for the
right to present their cases and ask for "variances"
to be issued for their properties.
Hearings were set.
As the
quasi-lawyer woman looked on with satisfaction, case after case
was heard over the next several months. Pleading for their livelihoods
before a panel of judges, dog breeders answered invasive questions
and fielded high-handed remarks from an attorney, a zoning officer
and three commissioners as a gentle stenographer clicked away.
Comments directed to them from the crowd and letters to the
editor were rude, disrespectful and inconsiderate as they pressured
the zoning board to make the "Ethical" decision. Interesting
catch-phrase, "Ethical treatment." It's got a familiar
ring to it, doesn't it?
How does
this relate to horses? It relates because, while we are busy
enjoying our horses and all that they mean to us, organizations
pretending to be "pro-animal" are flocking to our
legislative authorities with all kinds of complaints using people
like the out-of-work lawyer wanna-be.
What's
it all about? In the long run, who knows. But, according to
the National Animal Interests Alliance (N.A.I.A.), various states
around the country are catching on. If you think Al-Queda is
the only terrorist group out there, check out the N.A.I.A. website
and think again. After that, there should be no doubt in your
mind that organizations founded for the protection of our animals
have been infiltrated by militants out to break down our animal-related
sports and industries. But, after more than twenty years of
"gorilla attacks" on private breeders, farms, stables,
research projects, racetracks - you name it - state and local
governments are taking a new look at such interference and finally
calling it what it is: Terrorism.
Those
hearings for the kennel owners? Too bad the zoning officials
didn't have a copy of the "mobster list" from the
N.A.I.A. website (naiaonline.org). Scattered among the crowd,
their insulting remarks being written into the public record,
were animal militants who don't even live in the township and
have never set foot inside those kennels. It's interesting that
none of the "judges" sitting on the panel have, either.
I should
know: One of those kennels is my own.