This Calf Is My Child. It Has Feelings No Less Deep Than a Child’s

Israel imports calves from Australia on ships where their cruel and unusual punishments only begin.

A calf is like a child. When it is thrown trussed up on the floor, the light taken from its eyes, I know I can’t save it. There’s nothing I can do. God only knows what it has been subjected to in the hold of the ship that brought it here on a transport. (Pardon, a thousand pardons, for using the sacred word that has become a Jewish taboo.) The transport went from Australia to Eilat.