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Through
the Bars
of a Cage
The
View from Inside a Laboratory
By
Michael A. Budkie, A.H.T., Director, SAEN
WARNING:
MOVING YOUR MOUSE OVER THE BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS
IN THIS ARTICLE CHANGES THEM FROM BENIGN TO GRAPHIC:
THEY DEPICT SCENES TAKEN INSIDE RESEARCH FACILITIES.
| Rags
We
called him "Rags." He was
just a cur,
But twice on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful
fur
Had offered his life for mine.
And
all that he got was bones and bread,
Or the leavings of soldier grub,
But he'd give his heart for a pat
on the head,
Or a friendly tickle and rub.
And
Rags got home with the regiment,
And then, in the breaking away
Well, whether they stole him, or whether
he went,
I am not prepared to say.
But
we mustered out, some to beer and
gruel,
And some to sherry and shad,
And I went back to the Sawbones School,
Where I was still an undergrad.
One
day they took us budding M.D.s
To one of those Institutes
Where they demonstrate every new disease
By means of bisected brutes.
They
had one animal tacked and tied
And slit like a full-dressed fish,
With his vitals pumping away inside
As pleasant as one might wish.
I
stopped to look like the rest, of
course,
And the beast's eyes levelled mine;
His short tail thumped with a feeble
force,
And he uttered a tender whine.
It
was Rags, yes, Rags, who was martyred
there,
Who was quartered and crucified,
And he whined that whine which is
doggish prayer,
And he licked my handand died.
And
I was no better in part nor whole
Than the gang I was found among,
And his innocent blood was on the
soul
Which he blessed with his dying tongue.
Well,
I've seen men go to courageous death
In the air, on sea, on land!
But only a dog would spend his breath
In a kiss for his murderer's hand.
Edmund
Vance Cooke |
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What
is it like inside an animal laboratory?
Most people never know. During my education as an Animal
Health Technician, I spent one school year inside the
laboratories of the University of Cincinnati. The staff
of the university acted as though this was a normal
work place, not a facility where thousands of animals
died every year. Maintaining the appearance of normalcy
was a part of a larger facade which I believe had the
primary purpose of protecting the collective conscience
of those employed by the lab.
I believe that the
staffs inside animal laboratories keep their sanity
by maintaining distance between themselves and the animals.
Essentially, they keep an emotional barrier up to separate
themselves and the animals they work with/on. Otherwise
they could not ignore the death that surrounds them.
One tool that seems
to maintain this barrier is the mythical term "laboratory
animal." These are not wild animals. They are not
domestic animals. Somehow taking that dog from the animal
shelter (or B dealer), or the primate from the wild,
and placing it into a laboratory cage changes it from
a former pet, or wild animal, to a laboratory animal.
And laboratory animals seem to be exempt from most ethical
considerations. If you or I purposely broke the leg
of a dog in our care, that would be cruelty to animals.
In a laboratory this same act is called medical research.
What is the difference?
Another thing happens
when animals enter a laboratory. They cross into the
unknown. While many of us seem to have at least some
vague sense of how wild animals live, few know
and more don't want to know what happens to animals
inside a laboratory. Many of us simply don't want to
see what happens inside a laboratory. It is less disconcerting
to turn away from the harsh reality of animal experimentation
than to deal with the unsettling truths hidden behind
the laboratory door.
Evidently,
the early life of a primate within a laboratory is stressful.
In fact, many primates born within laboratories have
very short lives. According to documents obtained from
laboratories like the Wisconsin Regional Primate Research
Center and the New England Regional Primate Research
Center, infant mortality is a significant problem. The
most recent annual reports for these labs disclose infant
mortality rates of over 30%.
Many pathological
conditions are common in primates held captive within
laboratories. Pneumonia, colitis, enteritis, gastric
bloat and rupture, encephalitis, and septicemia are
all common. Primates lose fingers and toes, suffer from
gangrene, and die of severe bacterial infections. The
lives of individual primates within specific laboratories
illustrate these conditions well.
But we must remember
that these primates are not just examples of diseases.
They are living beings with feelings and emotions. They
feel stress and pain. They suffer and die. And even
though they are currently considered nothing more than
property, their lives have significance. Their deaths
must be remembered, and mourned.
STIMPY
Stimpy was an eight-year-old rhesus macaque monkey
who died at the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor,
in January of 1999. He was housed alone in a steel
cage, denied even social contact with other monkeys.
Stimpy had been used in several drug addiction studies
including one involving an opioid. During the period
from January of 1995 to October of 1996, Stimpy suffered
from several severe bacterial infections which resulted
from intravenous catheters that had been surgically
attached to his body. (Drug addiction experiments
such as the one Stimpy was used in typically involve
confinement to primate restraint chairs, the use of
surgically implanted intravenous catheters, stress,
and sometimes drug overdoses, which can be fatal.)
On 1/9/99, Stimpy
was given a drug called fentanyl. He immediately had
trouble breathing and began to lose consciousness.
He was then given a second drug to reverse the effects
of the fentanyl, and appeared to recover. Over the
next four days his appetite was inconsistent, and
water was seen dribbling from his mouth when he drank.
He also seemed to be abnormally inactive. On 1/14/99,
Stimpy was reported to be lethargic, anorexic and
slow to respond, but he seemed to improve after receiving
fluids.
On 1/15/99, Stimpy
became totally anorexic and showed signs of central
nervous system dysfunction. He didn't respond to visual
stimuli, and was slow to respond to being touched.
It was suspected that Stimpy may have developed brain
damage from a drug overdose on 1/9/99. Instead of
receiving further treatment, he was killed. A post-mortem
examination confirmed the brain damage.
D67Z
D67Z was a young female rhesus macaque monkey who
was born on May 28, 1999 (we believe she was born
at Brooks Air Force Base in San Antonio, TX
this is also where she died). By mid-September D67Z
was very ill. She "...was found gasping for air,
clenching fists and stretching out (her) body."
She stopped breathing. She was given several drugs,
IV fluids, and manual respiratory support. She did
not respond, and was euthanized. In the days before
her death she had developed severe bacterial bronchopneumonia.
She had become dehydrated. Her life lasted only three
and a half months.
96M1
At the University of Arizona a five-year-old male
macaque monkey known only as 96M1 died on July 8,
1999. He had a two-year history of weight loss and
diarrhea. Evidently 96M1 had been sick for a long
time the post mortem diagnosis was chronic
inflammatory bowel disease. 96M1 had been assigned
to a laboratory in the neurosystems department at
the University of Arizona, to a Dr. Wilson. Wilson's
experimentation confines primates to restraint chairs,
and requires them to perform behavioral tasks to obtain
water. For five days of each week these monkeys receive
water only during the experiment. This practice deprives
them of water for 19 hours each day. This experimentation
attaches devices to the skulls of primates with steel
screws, places electrodes into their brains, and wire
coils near their eyes.
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