“I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror… Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies! I remember when I was with Special Forces… seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn’t know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it… I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God… the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment! Because it’s judgment that defeats us.”
Kurtz, Apocalypse Now (1979), Francis Ford Coppola.
NOTE: I see there are a lot of people who are coming to see the post but who probably have not liked what they see. I understand that, of course, we give preference to personal feelings and emotions than to the purely technical values (and for me that sounds good, we are humans, naturally!) So, omitting the technique, I want to emphasize that these photos were not easy to take for me and for those who carried out the killing – this is always hard, and even more for those who are not used to it. But the result was a lot of very happy people eating some exquisite pork who had a more than decent life (I personally vouch for that) at a wedding: mine. Slaughtering the pigs and cleaning them was for me a learning experience that cannot be ignored, especially as an omnivore: the meat that we eat comes from animals who are alive. I’m not trying to praise or criticize whether they should be killed or not, I just think we should remember where things come from, to give them at least more value (this is not just about food, we could talk about consumption, energy…) Mass-production of food conducted like the assembly line that Ford invented (something proposed by the U.S. and consumed by us every day), is absolutely abominable and reprehensible, unlike what I’m showing here. And that’s all folks! I don’t know if I’m being clear here, but I hope so. I do not mean with this that you have to like the photos, or that you should vote foe them more. I’m not trying to get into an absurd controversy. I just wanted to clarify my point of view and what I’ve tried to explain in this series, because I see that even people who were there with me and know me well, has been confused the message I tried to convey (perhaps is the closeness to the subject that does not allow us to be impartial.) Thank you all for the support you show for my work always!!!