I adored John Lennon as a child. I grew up listening to the Beatles, and to John Lennon’s work. I recently remembered that old John Lennon song, “Woman is the Nigger of the World”. (CLICK THE SONG. CLICK IT. WATCH IT.) When I was a young one, I didn’t understand the meaning of the song, but I had a feeling that John Lennon was a boundary pusher, a speaker of truth, a voice for the oppressed, the marginalized, and the underdog. I loved so much of what he stood for; even as a young child. When he died, I remember mourning the death of such a free thinker, and I felt even then that the world would suffer without his insight. I had the opportunity one day and I planted a tree in his name. I knew somewhere deep within myself, that a loss such as his life was ushering in the era of thoughtlessness, conformity, and an end to empathy; the era of the SELF.
The song brought much criticism from many different camps; media, politicians, special interest groups, religious groups, and celebrities; even radio stations wouldn’t play the song. It was too dangerous to discuss. It hit too close to home; made people feel uncomfortable by reminding them of their shady history, reminding them of the inequality that was still very pervasive at that time. It was safer not to listen to the word. The word was offensive. Heaven forbid a sound that a mouth created which had long been buried, that had been used to denigrate people for so long, could now cause such a stirring within the souls of man; and woman. How dare someone take a pejorative word and try to reassign a new definition? Would this mean that people would be forced to think about their own biases? Their own prejudices? Would people be confronted with their deep seated hatred every single day while they happily whistled along to their favorite song?
In the interview, John Lennon explains how he and Yoko came up with the song. In this video clip, he reads from a paper that was written by the then chairmen of the Black Caucus, D Ca. Ron Dellums, who wrote the following definition of the word nigger, reframing it in a way that fit with the times, which made it easier for people to understand. Ron Dellums said those many years ago, “If you define niggers as someone whose lifestyle is defined by others, whose opportunities are defined by others, whose role in society is defined by others, then good news! you don’t have to be black to be a nigger in this society……”
I would like to add an addendum to his statement and say that the word, as defined by Ron Dellums decades ago is now applicable to non human animals; not to mention that humans are still enslaving other humans to this very day. The sheer numbers however are the reason why I will not be writing this essay about humans. Rather, I would like to focus on the more than 30 million non human animals who are massacred every single day unnecessarily for food and millions more who suffer in cages, behind closed doors; be it in a massive building in an industrial park, to a backyard of a trailer park, all at the hands of the human animal.
Non human animals are OUR slaves; our niggers in the 20th and 21st centuries. If John Lennon were alive today, I postulate that he would be vegan, and not only vegan, but would quite possibly lead the movement of anti-slavery for the rest of the creatures on the planet. Oh one can dream………….
You drink MY milk. You take MY babies from me. YOU force me to breed. You force me to produce milk for my slave owner; the human. You deprive my baby of iron and sunlight to give him white meat for my slave owner. You kill me when I have given all the milk I can. I’m your nigger.
WE are your niggers you call “pets”. We are your trash. We are your play “things”. You have bred us for so long, and still do; despite that there are at least 17 thousand a day killed in shelters all around the U.S. alone. We are even often sold to rendering plants to make your soaps, cosmetics and body and hair products, or we niggers are often sold to research laboratories to become the tools with which scientists claim they learn so much about the oppressor’s body by studying his slave; his nigger.
We foxes are human slaves. We are your niggers; used for fur that belongs on our bodies; skinned ALIVE for shoes, jackets, coats, and human vanity; wrapped around humans; our oppressors, as a status symbol.
I am your nigger. I am a “bile” bear in China. My masters keep me in a cage, with tubes stuck in me, and they steal my bile from my body to enhance human vitality whilst stealing my own. I am nothing but a nigger, and I live in fear.
Humans make me their slaves; a nigger for their entertainment. They rip me away from my home and family whom I’ll never forget, and they beat me into submission, to perform ridiculous acts that an elephant would NEVER do in the wild. I’m a slave and I live in absolute fear.
My masters love to feed me at the lake, but do not realize that I am their slave behind the scenes, where I am just another nigger, getting my feathers plucked until I bleed in pain for coats, blankets, jackets, hair accessories, and more. MY slave owner does this to me even when I cry in pain; again and again until I’m eventually killed for food.
I am your nigger; and I have been enslaved for as long as I can remember. For years my masters have ridden me into the ground, and once used up, they show me no respect, but then kill or sell me to be killed for people in other countries who have a taste for my horse meat. I’m a slave. Here I fell and died from exhaustion.
We are your niggers; your human slaves to do with what you will; to throw chemicals into our eyes, to rub chemicals into our skin, to blow smoke in our faces, to cut into our body to learn how something works inside us, to use us, abuse us and throw us away when no longer of use in your cosmetic testing, and bogus research.
We are your niggers. We are your slaves whose skin you wear around your collars of your coats, your wrists around your gloves, your insides and outsides of your boots, your jackets and coats. Humans breed us. You don’t even know that we niggers are suffering; working for you; to end up in a pile of corpses; meaningless lives. All we know is fear.
WE are your niggers. We are your pig slaves that you treat like filth. You anthropomorphize us, you collect figurines of us because you love us nigger pigs so much, and then you MASSACRE us for your taste buds, because you love bacon, you love ham, and you love using our bones and fat to flavour your soups. We are slaves of man and we live in absolute fear of being beaten, bludgeoned and murdered.
We are your slaves and your niggers. You abuse your power of us; humiliate us and kill us. We neither could nor would do such a thing, as our minds are pure of these evil desires to denigrate others. Only the oppressor thinks up twisted games like this for his niggers. Only our human masters could do such things to those they see as only their niggers.
WE are your niggers. We are enslaved by you. We give you eggs to eat that are grown in the filthiest of conditions. We die and excrete waste on top of one another in these cages. We niggers cannot even turn our bodies around. Our babies are ripped from us and the males are killed as they are useless. We are your captives, the ends of our beaks are cut off and we live in total fear. We are the oppressed.
WE are your niggers. We are bred to fight for our master to make him money. Our master shows us no love, deprives us of food and water to make us mean, beats us, electrocutes us, pulls out the females’ teeth so we cannot defend ourselves when we are bred, our master makes us live in fear and excruciating pain. When we are of no use, our master dumps us to die, or we end up at a shelter where our chances of adoption are slim since master tried his hardest to make us mean. Now we are niggers of no worth; killed by the thousands daily just in the U.S. alone; branded un-adoptable due to what our masters have done to us.
We of the sea are your niggers. The oppressors aren’t happy enough destroying the land creatures, so you must try to enslave me and my kind as well, and make yourself our master, and us your niggers. Our beautiful fins make the slave owner rich. Once our fins are cut off while we are alive, we niggers are of no more use to our master, and we are dumped back into the water to drown.
HAD ENOUGH OF THE N WORD? ME TOO. I AM SICK TO DEATH OF THE EXISTENCE OF ANY SLAVE OR ANY OPPRESSED INDIVIDUAL; HUMAN OR NON. THE TIME TO END THE SLAVERY OF ALL BEINGS IS NOW. TURN A BLIND EYE NO MORE.
Why vegan? For the animals. For the planet. For the health of us all.Before it’s too late.