Savitri Devi - Impeachment of Man

Impeachment of Man

by

Savitri Devi

Calcutta

1959

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PREFACE .... ix

CHAPTER I Man-centered Creeds .

CHAPTER I I Pessimistic Pantheism ...

CHAPTER I II Joyous Wisdom .

CHAPTER I V Action Precedes Theory

CHAPTER V Lights in the Night . 47

CHAPTER VI Diet, Dress, Amusement and Hard Work .. 65

CHAPTER VII Ritual Slaughter of Animals ..

CHAPTER VIII Knowledge and Therapy ...

CHAPTER I X The Rights of Plants .. 109

CHAPTER X Active Kindness 123

CHAPTER XI Race, Economics and Kindness. The Ideal World 137

To ZOBEIDA KHATUN

a poor beggar woman who yet saved many distressed animals and fed them,day after day, for years.

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An extended chapter of our talk was devoted by the Fhrer to the vegetarianquestion. He believes more than ever that meat eating is wrong. Of course heknows that during the war we cannot completely upset our food system. Afterthe war, however, he intends to tackle this problem also. Maybe he is right.

Certainly the arguments that he adduces in favour of his standpoint are verycompelling.

Dr. J. Goebbels

Goebbels Diaries

(entry, of April 26, 1942),

published in 1948.

Thou shalt love God in all living things, animals and plants.

Alfred Rosenberg

(Instructions discussed at the

Nuremberg Trial 1945-46,

and quoted by Maurice Bardche

in his book Nuremberg II ou

les Faux Monnayeurs, p. 88).

Animal Aristocracy

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This book only now printed for the first time was written in 1945-46, i.e., fourteen years ago. It expresses the views which I have had all my life concerning animals in particular and living nature in general, and my no less life-long protest against their ruthless exploitation by man: an attitude rooted, in both cases, in a pre-eminently aesthetic and life-centered outlook on the world, in complete opposition to that utilitarian and man-centered one, which is accepted nearly everywhere. It was inspired by the events and general atmosphere of the atrocious months during which it was written, namely, of the months immediately following the Second World War; of the time during which, even if one deliberately refused as I did to open any newspaper or magazine, or to listen to any propaganda on the wireless, one could not but hear, wherever one turned, more or less cleverly presented tales of crimes against humanity alleged to have been committed, sometimes, admittedly, by or at the orders of the Japanese so-called war-criminals, but mostly, practically always by the German so-called such ones.

Every effort was exerted, every ability, every capacity of imagination mobilized, to make those tales as blood-curdling as possible the more gruesome, the better! in order to shock the decent people of all

civilized countries, and to put them off National Socialism and the like (if like there could be!) for ever, and even to impress such men and women as might have (and perhaps often did) call themselves National Socialists up till 1945 without being aware of the full implications of that title, and to

reeducate them, for the good of their souls, and of their fellowmen.

Those tales, intended to shatter the world, failed, however, to impress me at least in the sense that the reeducators desired. They failed to change my attitude towards National Socialism, first,

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because I never was a decent person and then, also, because I was no sheep, and knew exactly had always known what I stand for and what I want.

They even failed to appear bloodcurdling to me. Indeed, I already knew too much of the atrocities of Antiquity from those of the Chinese to those of the Assyrians and Carthaginians, to say nothing of those of the Jews, so masterfully evoked in the Holy Bible1 not to find the alleged German

crimes against humanity clumsy, hopelessly amateurish, in comparison, even if the various reports about them had all been true to fact. And in addition to that, I had heard or seen too much of all forms of exploitation of animals by man from the daily brutalities one witnesses in the streets of Southern Europe, not to speak of the Orient, to the appalling deeds perpetrated in the secrecy of vivisection chambers, but fully described in certain scientific publications not to feel more than indifferent to the fate of human beings, save in the rare cases these happen to be my own brothers in faith.

But the tales and the whole atmosphere of the reeducation days

definitely would have put me off every religion, every philosophy centered around an inflated sense of human dignity and of the value of many as such, had I not already years and years before weighed these two concepts and found them decidedly wanting.

The one thing the propaganda did, instead of stirring in me the slightest indignation against the supposed-to-be war criminals was to rouse my hatred against the hypocrisy and cowardice underlying every man-centered attitude; to harden me in my bitter contempt for man in general; and... to prompt me to write this book: the answer to it, the spirit of which could be summed up in a few lines: A civilization that makes such a ridiculous fuss about alleged war crimes acts of violence against the actual or potential enemies of ones cause and tolerates slaughterhouses and vivisection laboratories, and circuses and the fur industry (infliction of pain upon creatures that can never be for or against any cause), does not deserve to live. Out with it! Blessed the day it will destroy itself, so that a healthy, hard, frank and brave, nature-loving and truth-loving lite of supermen with a life-centered faith, a natural human aristocracy, as beautiful, on its own higher level, as the four-legged kings of the jungle

might again rise, and rule upon its ruins, for ever!

1 In the book of I Samuel, 15, 33, to mention only one instance.

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When, at the end of 1945, I reached that nightmarish postwar Europe in which the last part of this book was to be written, I noticed in the tubes of London, side by side with picturesque advertisements and silly propaganda, a series of unexpected posters with red and yellow letters on a black background: Justice towards animals must precede peace among men.

This showed me that there still were in spite of all people worth sparing in that misled England of Nordic blood which Adolf Hitler had, in 1940, (with an insight that the world will take a long time to understand and to appreciate) refused to crush.

I asked which organization had had the courage of setting up such revolutionary posters and soon found out that it was not an organization at all but a single, isolated individual: Mrs. Saint-Ruth, of East Horsely, near London; a noble woman, whom I had, since then, the honor of meeting several times, and in whom I discovered with immense joy, even more in common with myself than her solicitude for animals (and in particular for felines). After all these years, I wish to express to this lady the first person who read this book, and liked it my unaltered friendship. I also most heartily thank Miss Veronica Vassar for having retyped a hardly legible copy of the book the only one I had left, after the original manuscript and all the better typed copies I had taken of it myself had been lost (stolen, along with my suitcase, at the Saint-Lazare railway station, in Paris, on the 16th of August, 1946) and thus for having saved my work.