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Of optimistic and offensive pigs

I think we missed it twice in 40 years, our annual pilgrimage to a zoo on “ZooDay.” It is a commemoration of our first date ever at the Bronx zoo in NYC, all those centuries ago. Since we misremembered the original date by about 2 weeks when we first went back, we decided to add two weeks to the calendar every year and so it has been rotating through all seasons. This year it was cold, like all of this interminably rainy spring.

Traditionally a pilgrimage is defined as a journey, “often into an unknown or foreign place, where a person goes in search of new or expanded meaning about their self, others, nature, or a higher good, through the experience. It can lead to a personal transformation, after which the pilgrim returns to their daily life,” tells me my trusted Wikipedia. What we are doing at the zoo is not exactly a pilgrimage, but a celebration of a journey together – plenty of unknown places encountered there as well, and, yes, personal transformation.

I sometimes wonder why we stick to it (the zoo date, not the marriage!) Zoos elicit mixed feelings – how can you not feel for living beings put into cages? Then again, some species only escape extinction because zoos these days enable them to live and, with luck, procreate. And certainly zoos have an important educational function, allowing kids cut off from nature to experience first glimpses of awe when seeing something beyond a two-dimensional screen. At least that was what I thought, before reading some more on it.

There is quite a bit of smart writing around the controversy of zoos’ legitimacy these days. Here is a list of zoo-related books that cover a wide array of topics. Many argue that zoos should be abandoned. The most fascinating, for me at least, is a recent book called Zoo Studies, an interdisciplinary collection that examines zoos from historical, philosophical, social, and cultural perspectives, edited by Tracy McDonald and  Daniel Vandersommers. And here is a fun paper, What’s new at the zoo?, that looks at the last decade of research results around zoo-related issues, including whether animals have human-like emotions and should be afforded the rights of people.

(The New York York Court of Appeals, by the way, ruled this week that animals are not persons in the legal sense, and therefor can be denied fundamental human rights, like not being illegally imprisoned in zoos. The advocacy group who sued on behalf of an elephant interestingly used the legal construct of habeas corpus, in vain. (Funny how the Supreme Court decided that corporations are persons, for even longer than Citizens United, when our closest biological relatives are not, but that is a story for another day.)

There are many articles around claiming that science has “proven” that animals have emotions (happiness, sadness, fear, etc.), even complex emotions (shame, for example), like humans. One that caught my eye was a study about pigs that were deemed optimistic. The pigs were conditioned to two different sounds that signaled either something positive (food) or something unpleasant. They quickly learned to approach the good and avoid the bad. They were then put in differing environments – the lucky pigs got room to roam, and stimulating interactive toys. The control group pigs were in small cages with one non-interactive toy. Next they were presented with a novel sound, and, surprise, the stimulated pigs approached it, the other ones avoided it. Conclusion by the research team: good “mood” or stimulation fosters “optimism” in their research participants. They’ll approach in hopes the goodies will come.

I have a beef with that pork interpretation: Let’s start with Occam’s razor which is basically a scientific principle that says you should always prefer simpler explanations over complicated ones (parsimony). Why is this? The answer has several parts, but at the least, you should put into your theory only things that are truly demanded by the evidence, and no more.

The notion of pig optimism tramples that principle. First, let’s be clear that the evidence that’s at issue is nothing more than a behavior of approach or avoidance. That’s all. Where is the evidence here that in any way speaks to the pigs’ mood or emotions much less complex emotions?

How should we think about these pigs? One of the classic principles of behavior is Thorndike’s Law of Effect which basically means if you do something and it has a good result, you keep at it. If you do something and it turns out badly, you’ll stop. This principle explains many bits of human behavior but it also explains the behavior of a range of other animals, including organisms as simple as sea slugs. And that is all the theory you need for the pigs.

In the enriched environment the pigs saw novel objects, approached them, found them to be not harmful and in some way useful. That encouraged a habit of approaching novel objects. They learned to generalize broadly, in contrast to the control group who was provided only with a narrow gradient of experience. The pig did not have to develop a world view of the sort we might call optimism, the pig did not have to develop any feelings about this, and the pig didn’t need any brain sophistication to follow the Law of Effect. I say again: extraordinarily simple organism follow that law, with no implications for what they feel or believe.

Is it possible that pigs have feelings? Yes, I suppose. But if this behavior counts as evidence, then we lose any hope of figuring out which animals are complex enough to feel emotions and which are not. Here is a really interesting overview of the issues, anthropomorphism included, by Philipp Ball, a science writer.

And on a completely unrelated topic, involving a pig that elicits complex emotions rather than having them: the highest German Court just decided this week that a 13th century stone relief of a huge sow suckling identifiably Jewish people, with a Rabbi lifting the pig’s tail and staring into her anus, can remain in place above a famous church door. Jewish plaintiffs had gone to court to have the anti-Semitic sculpture removed, unsuccessfully. The BGH ruled that the church in Wittenberg (where Martin Luther – a rabid anti-Semite himself – once preached) had done enough to transform the sculpture into a “memorial,” by adding a bronze baseplate and a nearby display with an explanatory text. The sculpture is known as Juden Sau, Jewish Sow, a derogatory term for Jewish people used then and now by anti-Semitic Germans. For much longer than since the first ever zoo was ever established in 1793 in France….

Of course, not a single photograph of a pig. At least it’s the title of today’s music – the beautiful sound track for a movie I still have not seen but am told I have to…Pig.

Displacement

Next-door Neighbors is a list-serve that lands in my inbox on a daily basis. Calls for lost cats, yard debris removal, plant identification, smart tips for sales or earthquake preparation, shout-outs to helpful encounters or complaints about car and porch thefts, photos of sunrises or yet another deer in the backyard all outline a microcosm of life going on around us. It is also a coincidental lesson of people’s perceptions, worries about and cursing of the number of houseless people pitching their tents in our area.

The discourse ranges from simple requests for advice what to do, to rants about throwing all these “addicts” into jail since they do not want to work or play by the rules, to well intentioned explanations of the nature of living with paranoid schizophrenia which does not allow you to live in cramped homeless shelters; and, really, everything in-between. Advice to call on help from churches, civic-oriented neighborhood organizations or the police outweigh the comments listing structural, political factors producing houselessness by probably 10:1.

I was thinking about the absurdity that many of those complainants, safely situated in their middle-class homes, are actively pursuing strategies that in turn lead to their neighbors losing their homes, and potentially ending up in a tent on the sidewalk. What am I talking about?

Last week the Portland Mercury and OPB both linked to a city Ombudsman’s Office report on how Portland enforces its lengthy list of property maintenance rules. “The report found the city’s system regularly allows minor eyesores to snowball into financial ruin for homeowners. Those living in gentrifying areas of the city are hit the hardest.” Concretely, poor homeowners in formerly Black neighborhoods in the North of Portland are subjected to the complaints of their new mostly White neighbors.

Some of the mind boggling facts: “One Portland homeowner amassed $30,000 in liens after a neighbor reported peeling paint on the exterior of her home to city regulators. A blind veteran racked up $88,000 in debt due to a complaint about unruly grass and unsightly vehicles outside his home. A senior with a severe brain injury almost had his home foreclosed on after a neighbor reported vehicles in his yard and an unfinished remodeling project.”

A system of property maintenance rules and the ability to complain anonymously has led, according to the statistics, to over 15.000 complaints by neighbors who moved into areas where they now want to see rises in property values. Private complaints then call in the city inspectors with the Bureau of Development Services and these dish out fines which accrue after a 4 week grace period for repairs. Fines, if not paid, will double after three months. If you can’t pay, you loose your home.

Some of the history: Oregon was one of only six states that didn’t ratify the 15th amendment, which formalized Black citizenship and suffrage after the civil War. Our Constitution was adopted in 1857, banning the entrance, property ownership, or residency to any Black person. In the 20th century entire neighborhoods were zoned for explicit racial segregation with government directing disproportionally public funds to White neighborhoods. Blacks were segregated into the Albina neighborhood (now part of the deluge of complaints about maintenance.)

In 1919 the Portland Realty Board “adopted a rule declaring it unethical for an agent to sell property to either Negro or Chinese people in a White neighborhood.” The restrictive covenants were legal and widely practiced. Now the North PDX neighborhoods that were homes to Blacks due to earlier segregation are the very areas where young White professionals can still (barely) afford to buy houses and they want to see a return on their investments. Let’s sick the city on inspectors on our neighbors to uphold our own standards!

Of course, Portland is not the only place where issues of blight associated with those you don’t want in front of your eyes received despicable treatment. In our contemporary fight against accurate history lessons that fact should never come into our sight, either.

Case in point: D Magazine, a monthly publication covering Dallas/Fort Worth Tx, was removed from the shelves of a grocery store last week, because the current cover offended enough complainants. The cover? An aerial photograph of a parking lot that had a history. “That parking lot used to be a neighborhood. Driven in large part by racist antipathy directed at the Black folks who lived in about 300 houses there, the city of Dallas in the late ’60s and early ’70s used eminent domain to buy up the properties, displace the people who lived there, and pave over a swath of South Dallas.” If you look at the cover you can read the historic mindset of many of the citizens of Dallas but 50 years ago. Seems some in Portland, half a century later, fit right into that mold.

Photographs today are what’s left of the tuberoses, floating away to unknown destinations, just like displaced neighbors.

Music could not be more à-pro-pos: Sanctuaries: A Tale of Displacement is an opera inspired by gentrification’s damage to Portland’s Black community. It premiered recently by Third Angle – details here. Darrell Grant wrote the music, libretto by Oregon Poet Laureate Anis Mojgani (I had recently posted his poem found in windows.)“This piece concerns itself with the spiritual dimensions of displacement, fallout from gentrification, getting to the root causes of the evil that seeded predatory capitalism and the commodification of the Black body.”

Darrell Grant’s playlist that offers takes from the opera can be listened to in full on Spotify. Search for The Sanctuaries Mixtapes. Act I – Darrell Grant.