When I was all but 7, my parents took my siblings and I on a holiday to Bali where in true Australian-middle-class fashion, we all got sunburnt, got our hair braided so tight that it began to snap at the roots and I got a particularly repulsive strain of the notorious “Bali Belly”. The sort of holiday that was great at the time – but in retrospect is reminiscent of an early 2000s Australiana that borrowed far too many themes from The Castle. We’ve all grown a lot since. I swear.
One of the things about this trip that comes to my mind almost immediately (second to vomiting out my nose into a drop toilet), is a young man we met while hopping between tourism hotspots.
Any details about this man have escaped me. What was so memorable about him is that walking beside him on all fours was a Macaque monkey. Dressed in tiny handmade clothes. On a leash. It’s perfect monkey hands looked more like my own hands than the man’s did.
I felt my tiny not-even-a-decade-old heart break. I felt sad. Confused. Sickened. It unsettled me to see this wild thing being made to perform for its master. It unsettled me that there was a master, visible in such a point blank, starkly obvious way. There appeared to be no shame about the animal abuse that was so clear to me, a child.
We apply human characteristics to animals because it makes life simpler for us. We are a very clever species, but we are a self-centred one and we are only capable of seeing the world through our own lens, polished by our life experiences and our personal consciousness. The danger with anthropomorphising animals is that while it makes life neater for us, it also makes wild animals become responsible for their actions. They become worthy of reward or culpable for punishment (Nauert). This holds animals to a standard that they simply don’t qualify for. That they cannot fulfil because they shouldn’t even be in the competition. Is a dog deserving of a smack because it didn’t understand your command? Of course not. It may not even understand the difference between behaviour and misbehaviour. It may not understand anything in the same way that humans do.
A continual argument for anthropomorphising animals is that doing so helps humans feel empathy towards wild animals, and in turn, treat them better. Protect the reef. Stop the Yulin Dog Meat Festival. Preserve our natural wildlife.
But if we all had baby pandas in our homes to dress in children’s wear and spoon feed, would we care more about the destruction of natural bamboo forests? Maybe we would. But maybe we would not.
This concept was drawn upon in the case of Zoos Victoria’s Lunar, the anthropomorphised figurehead of Leadbeater Possums. Research revealed that visitors of the zoo were able to apply human characteristics to mascot Lunar, which were then translated to live Leadbeater possums. This demonstrated a relationship between anthropomorphism, emotional connection and attitudes of conservation (Skibins, Smith & O’Brien).
However, it’s important to note that Lunar is not a living Leadbeater possum, but a fictional character. This is vastly different from humanising a wild animal for our own relatability, which we often seem to do, see: monkeys riding bikes in South East Asia, dancing bears in Russia, the online art trade that profits from elephant-made artworks.
The question to raise here – and interestingly, I have found this particular question occur in each blog thus far – is does the ends qualify the means?
Is humanising, making us lose our humanity?
References:
Nauert, R. 2015, ‘Why Do We Anthropomorphize?’, Psych Central, retrieved on March 30, 2017 <https://psychcentral.com/news/2010/03/01/why-do-we-anthropomorphize/11766.html>
Skibins, J, Smith, A & O’Brien, J 2015 ‘Can Anthropomorphism Help Save the Leadbeater’s Possum’, IZE Journal, vol. 51, pp. 22-25.