Earthlings was the pivotal step for me becoming vegan, too, and as soon as the film was over I vowed never again to consume (in its broadest sense) an animal or animal-tested product. That was last June, and although I haven't been perfect - it's very hard! - I've been damn-well near it. Yes, the fox scene - oh, those pretty eyelashes
- and the monkey in the crash testing, and many more, will be burned on my memory for the rest of my life. But I'm glad to have those permanent scars, because I would personally be willing to accept much more than that to my body and soul if it meant alleviating some of their suffering. I feel I got off very
easy by comparison.
I've got a horribly soft spot for animals to begin with - I've always understood that there is negligable difference between us and them, on all scales down to insects and beyond - so watching Earthlings was extremely difficult. I had to pause it several times to maintain some composure and walk around a little, and I cried like I've seldom cried before (which was usually when a pet died, actually). But I stuck with it, because I knew that by doing so I was in my individual way hearing what was essentially the voices of these animals crying for help and compassion. I felt that every second of watching was making me stronger, more determined, more knowledgeable, and wiser to the issues, turning me into a soldier increasingly prepared to fight the good fight.
Truth is not often happy at its core. But having the courage to strip oneself and be naked in the presence of truth is to ultimately possess truth. And possessing truth is powerful indeed.