For every source I find, I’m now reminded there is more to this history. There are crucial connections, actors, and turning points that I don’t even know I don’t know about. For the thousands of pages I turned and the weeks I spent gathering information, I feel humbled by how small my piece of the past is.
In the print version of her first Reith Lecture, the late Hilary Mantel wrote “history is not the past—it is the method we have evolved of organising our ignorance of the past.”[1] This line has been running through my mind as I’ve sat in coffee shops and libraries the last few weeks, trying to distill my experience of working in NCSU’s archives this August. Partly so I can write this report you are now reading, partly so I can understand for myself what precisely happened to my research project during the month I sat surrounded by so many archival boxes.
The research project began with what seemed to me a collective
scholarly ignorance, an unanswered question in the literature.
Histories of animal welfare in the United States commonly trace
contemporary shelter and animal control institutions back to
nineteenth-century New York.[2] The story goes that increasing
urbanization meant unprecedented numbers of people and animals were
herded together in the city. While people depended on many kinds of
animals for transportation, street cleaning, crop fertilization,
milk, meat, pest control, and even companionship, sometimes the same
animals that were so useful to people could themselves be seen as
pests, as threats, to urban order. Dogs were one such species.
People feared that the dogs they saw roaming the streets could be
rabid. Just one bite could doom them to an agonizing death by
hydrophobia, as the human manifestation of rabidity was then known.
And so, seasonal extermination campaigns were planned. Carried out
with greatest fervor during the “dog days of summer,” when it was
thought that the heat increased the number of rabid dogs, the city
initially offered public bounties for bodies. Working class men and
children would club or drown their catches in the street and bring
them into city hall for payment. But as upper class urbanites formed
a new movement for animal welfare, under the aegis of Henry Bergh’s
American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA),
objections arose. They argued that these gruesome executions might
incite bloodlust in those who witnessed them. If such violence to
dogs was permitted, would not people begin to think they might treat
their fellow humans with cruelty, too? The ASPCA urged the city to
cease or at least decrease its bounty payments; to employ
professional, uniformed dogcatchers; to establish a waiting period
before killing the dogs, in case some had been inadvertently
separated from their owners and might be reclaimed; to give food and
proper shelter to the dogs so impounded; and to move the executions
indoors. After much bureaucratic wrangling, the ASPCA won this and
more: they would take over the city’s dog catching and culling
program, ensuring what they called “humane” or “merciful”
“destruction” of the dogs. Other humane societies arose throughout
the country in short succession, following the ASPCA in its
impounding and culling activities for the prevention not only of
cruelty but also of rabies.
The unanswered question I had was this: If by the early twentieth
century, Louis Pasteur’s rabies inoculation had reached the United
States and hydrophobia was no longer a major public health concern,
why were the cullings still taking place?[3] Why were humane
societies still carrying them out? Based on the statistics published
in the societies’ annual reports, they were killing more and more
animals with each passing year. Somehow, the pounds, shelters, and
cullings remained, even though hydrophobia paranoia had more or less
gone. Indeed, they remain to this day, with the killing called
euthanasia. And I meant to find out why.
By the time I applied for the
Tom Regan Research Fellowship at NCSU, I felt I had
started to transform this ignorance into knowledge. The
twentieth-century records of several humane societies showed that
they did not kill dogs to protect human health; instead, they killed
dogs for the sake of the dogs themselves. These animal advocates
believed that dogs needed human homes (ideally, middle- or
upper-class white homes) in order to have a good life, and that
suitable homes were in short supply. They held that a quick,
relatively painless death was the next best thing to a good life,
far preferable to a life on the streets or with an unfit family.
Their work was, in their own understanding, a form of mercy killing.
The clear resonances with eugenics, including the raced and classed
ways they evaluated the fitness of human animal keepers, was at the
heart of the history I would write about euthanasia. My dissertation
would chart the development of euthanasia as mercy killing; examine
the technological innovations societies pursued in an effort to
perfect euthanasia; address the turn toward the veterinary
profession for the adjudication of controversies over euthanasia
methods; and conclude with the 1970s–2000s “no kill” shelter and
sanctuary movements.
It was this last chapter for which I hoped to find material in
NCSU’s archives. Their collection included an impressive number of
newsletters from the sanctuaries that had popped up across the
country in the late twentieth century. I was sure I would spend the
month filling in the gaps in my story, which was to end in this
marvelous moment of pushback against the eugenicist logics of
euthanasia.
That’s not what happened. The newsletters were there, of course, as
the collection guide had promised, and I diligently photographed
hundreds of pages for future reading. What I skimmed through
supported the general framing I had brought to the subject:
sanctuaries were self-consciously positioning themselves in
opposition to euthanasia and typical municipal pounds. Yet I felt
myself drawn to the boxes that had nothing to do with this chapter,
boxes I had called out of sheer curiosity. Boxes I had called
because the amazing archivists who work with these collections had
explained that the materials inside of them, from the Humane Society
of the United States, had only just been cataloged. I and the
other Regan Fellow visiting that summer would be the
first two researchers ever to have the chance to look at them.
What I found inside showed me just how much I still had to learn
about animal welfare and euthanasia’s history in this country. It
turns out that the two largest national animal protection
organizations, the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS) and
the American Humane Association (AHA), had both sponsored
experiments to develop canine birth control. They knew euthanasia
was a problem, but so, too, they believed, was animal
overpopulation. They investigated and helped invent multiple forms
of birth control in an attempt to intervene in the population issue
with a means other than death. I knew that many humane societies had
advocated for spaying and neutering pets, but I hadn’t realized that
such advocacy had begun in the 1950s. I hadn’t realized that
intrauterine devices and oral contraceptives had also been major
projects. I hadn’t realized that animal advocates had funded live
animal experiments for that purpose. I hadn’t realized that the
mid-twentieth-century discourse around human “overpopulation” had
its mirror in animal overpopulation discourse. Sitting with these
boxes and their traces of the past, I started to see that the rise
of opposition to animal euthanasia within the animal welfare
movement couldn’t be understood except alongside the rise of
surgical and chemical reproductive control initiatives. The framing
of the issue as one of “animal overpopulation” never quite went
away; the method of its management was simply shifting.
There are many gaps in the records and in my history. I have rather
a lot of ignorance to organize, in Mantel’s terms. Some of this
ignorance may be resolved as I find new sources. But for every
source I find, I’m now reminded there is more to this history. There
are crucial connections, actors, and turning points that I don’t
even know I don’t know about. For the thousands of pages I turned
and the weeks I spent gathering information, I feel humbled by how
small my piece of the past is.
My deep thanks to the archivists of the NC State University
Libraries Special Collections Research Center who supported my
project so generously, especially Cathy, Gwynn, and Taylor. My deep
thanks also to the Culture & Animals Foundation for their
sponsorship of the Tom Regan Visiting Research Fellowship, which
made a month in the archives possible for me.
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