Nature is an ecoterrorist!

I’m going to assume you followed the link here from my last post on The Vegetarian Myth. Good. Because this is what abuse is. This is exactly what Lierre Keith describes. This is the mindset of incestuous parents, of child-molesters, and you do not get to tell me that it’s different, because abuse is defined by behavior, and all behavior that follows that pattern of abuse is abuse. But some abuses have characteristics unique to them. Enormous trigger warning is enormous.

Incest is often said to be one of the worst betrayals, but not for the reason people believe it is. People mistake a “parent-child bond” as something sacred and special when really it is the most basic of animal instincts, the root of a family, the root of a community, the root of a herd, the root of a pack, the root of Stockholm syndrome, the root of loyalty, the root of comrades-in-arms. It’s this: when you live around someone, when you have a lot of contact with someone, you bond to them. Toucans will offer their captors morsels of food; a beaten dog will revel in an ear-scratch; a hunched-over, mutilated child will insist they love their father.

Beyond anything, you will come to love those you live with. This is not a magic-ball prediction, a prayer or a wish: this is a commandment. This is the way the world works. This is the single instinct inherent to being an animal, something that goes beyond false distinctions of “wild” and “domesticated,” beyond “human” and “animal,” beyond “predator” and “prey.” It is truth. It is survival. It is the single most powerful force in a living organism—not the desire to live, but the desire to be social. To be accepted. For your life to be harmonious.

It’s not seen often in “wild” animals because, ultimately, one of the ways that civilization facilitates and causes abuse is that it gives hurt and comfort the same four walls to live within. But take a wild animal and place them within four walls. Do not allow them to escape. Do not allow any other animal around them, especially not those of the same species. Feed them. Shelter them. Touch them. They will accept you and love you and love your touch and your presence.

This is not attributable to any virtue of yours. You are a monster.

One of the ways you have become a monster is that you have deliberately forgotten what you have done to them and what you are going to do to them, shoved it away in favor of their acceptance and love of you. You use them as property and pretend that the fact that you “love” them makes this untrue. You use their love of you to justify using them as property. You fucking corrupt love with your lies, your justifications, and your willful ignorance of the fact that “love” automatically excludes betrayal. You’re a monster.

When Aslan was eight and constantly skipping school, zie won a contest by getting straight As for two weeks in a row. But because zie was a “troublemaker,” the school officials gave the prize—a trip—to the next student down. Who did Aslan go crying to? Who did Aslan open zemself to?

It wasn’t zeir brother. It wasn’t zeir cousin. It was the monster raping zem with broomsticks; it was the monster selling them to pedophiles for $4,000 a day to support her spending habit. It was zeir mother. Zie came and cried to zeir mother, not because she was good, not because she was trustworthy, but because she was there. And because animal psychology does not know how to account for the abuse that civilization has created.

You’ll have chickens, too, and ducks, geese, guineas. They’ll eat the bugs. You’ll eat the fruit, the eggs, the meat. They’ll accept you—come to you for help and cuddle sessions—and you’ll love them.

Aslan. My best friend. My life partner, zie read this paragraph and zie said to me, “Oh my god, that triggers me. That reminds me so much of [Kelly].” Zie said:

My mother once beat me so bad when I was eleven that we had to go to the hospital. When we came home she apologized to me about causing me so much pain, and how she shouldn’t have exploded at me. I asked why she beat me if she was always so sorry, if this was the way she thought to treat children than I was never having a child because I would refuse to be like her. She said this:

“One day you’ll be old enough and have had children and you’ll see how silly that was for you to say. You’ll see that you have to hurt your children even though they’ll come to afterwards to cry about their pain. It’s what having a child means.”

Lierre Keith, like Kelly, justifies her betrayal of others with “the circle of life” instead of being a parent. She knows someday she will die, and decides that in the meantime she will steal what someone else’s life could have—should have been. She tells us she “accepts death,” but that she would rather be an oppressor than die. That she would rather be an oppressor than actually question what it means to make property out of others, and what it would mean to eat enough fruit.

She looks at how they come back to her for affection, again and again, and concludes that what she’s doing isn’t so bad. They accept her. They love her. Unawares of nature and the centrality of emotion to all things, she decides that their love redeems her.

Their love redeems her, the monster willing to and capable of betraying that love.

This is the story of every abuser I have ever heard, and of everyone abused. You keep going back because they are there, and because you have no choice, and because it is less painful to try to not love them while you are living with them than it is to give into your instincts. It is easier to ignore your fear and the creeping, bones-out distrust of them and give them a hug than it is to refuse. Inside four walls it is easier to have no self and fulfill your social instincts than it is to have a self and live alone.

That’s not a justification. It’s a condemnation of anyone willing to take advantage of that vulnerability of soul, of that animal instinct.

Only a monster says, “They still love me,” and uses it as an excuse.

And that is what Lierre Keith is, through and through. This thoughtless, self-indulgent excuse for an excuse has nothing to do with truth and the sharing of knowledge and everything to do with rationalizing abuse and betrayal. She uses the same excuses that my mother did in carrying out her warfare against me, the same excuses Kelly used to keep selling and raping and beating Aslan, the same excuses every child-raping soulless piece of shit has ever used.

They come to her for help and cuddle sessions.

Fucking monster.

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