I.B. Singer and animals

Prior to researching a long paper I wrote for Veterinary Heritage on the history of antivivisectionism and the animal rights movement, the name Isaac Bashevis Singer barely registered for me. I was vaguely aware of his status as a renowned Yiddish storyteller, but I hadn’t read a single one of his stories, and in fact I thought he wrote only folklore that I imagined as being very similar to the Ukranian peasant tales I had read as a child.

While I was researching the darkest period in the evolution of antivivisectionism/animal rights – the Cold War era, it was as if all the lights had gone out: I couldn’t find any writers who cared about animals. Where were the Tolstoys, the Twains, the Bernard Shaws and all the other humanists who had expressed their deep concern for animals and their opposition to vivisection in the late 19th century? Instead, all I could see in the Cold War era was that the foundations were being laid for factory farming, and that animals were being used in massive, unprecendented numbers in research in just about every technological and scientific field under the sun – and very few voices were emerging in protest of animal suffering and consciousness. The ones who did speak up were treated like kooks and subversives.

And yet, it was during that time that one of the most powerful statements came through, one that did not escape the notice of the nascent animal rights movement in the early 1970s, and which can now be found on just about every AR website: the “eternal Treblinka” quote. More than a metaphor or an analogy, it really is just a straightforward description of animal experience in the hands of humans.

I.B. Singer was the author of the eternal Treblinka quote. He wrote it in a moving short story called “The Letter Writer”. Herman, the protagonist, is an aging Jewish immigrant from Kalomin (Galomin, Poland), an editor, proofreader and translator living in New York City in the 1950s. His publishing company folds, he is out of work and immediately falls ill with severe pneumonia. A woman who had previously known him only through correspondence comes to care for him and saves his life. Herman had lost all of his family to the Nazis and lived alone with a house-mouse he named Huldah. When he recovers from pneumonia, he is afraid that Huldah is dead and gone as well, due to his “negligence”. While he grieves for her, he speaks a eulogy for all animals:

What do they know – all those scholars, all those pilosophers, all the leaders of the world – about such as you? They have convinced themselves that man, the worst transgressor of all the species, is the crown of creation. All other creatures were created merely to provide him with food, pelts, to be tormented, exterminated. In relation to them, all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka. And yet man demands compassion from heaven.”

(Herman later finds Huldah alive, when she emerges from her hole to drink from a saucer of milk.)

Singer’s regard for animals emerges from time to time in other stories as well. In “The Slaughterer”, a man designated against his will to be the ritual slaughterer in his community ends up going mad and sees no other way out besides self-slaughter. And my favourite story ever written about chickens: “Cockadoodledoo”, a little gem of a story that gets as close to the experience of being a chicken as I have ever read.

Now that I’ve read more stories by and about I.B. Singer, I feel like I’ve discovered a bit of a link to my own family history. Although I’m not Jewish, there’s enough nominal evidence in my family tree to show that there were a lot of people drifting in and out of Jewish, Catholic and Orthodox families to create quite a mix – but maybe that was just part of being Galician in the 19th and early 20th centuries: cultural tensions on one hand, and on the other, simply surviving with small hope for prosperity. My family seems to have a tradition of switching cultures and religions every generation or so, according to whatever is personally or politically expedient: we’re obviously not the most tenacious of believers. My father emigrated with his family to North America from Galicia just a few years before Singer did in the early 1930s, and I’ve come to realise that many of Singer’s stories provide the physical and geographical details of a place and way of life that was for all purposes obliterated during the Second World War. I was never given much information on Galicia, Poland or Ukraine as a child – the information was perhaps out there, but my father, aunts, cousins and grandparents mainly wanted to leave the Old Country and its bad memories behind. Stories and tales were only haphazardly translated to English, or they lacked some universal and meaningful context; they never felt very real to me, and faded into the background.

But Singer caught my attention with his attention to animals; in the barely industrialised world of Singer’s and my grandparents’ Galicia, animals lived side-by-side with humans in their yards and on their streets, and thankfully, they did not escape his notice. I’m grateful for that as much as for his descriptions of the culture and surroundings.

Dvorah Telushkin wrote a remarkable memoir of the time she spent as Singer’s assistant during the last several years of his life with her book Master of Dreams.

She was there when Singer met Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin in the fall of 1978 in New York City, when Begin, U.S. President Jimmy Carter and Egyptian President Anwar Sadat had just announced that the Israeli and Egyptian leaders would meet at Camp David. Even though I was not even 10 years old at the time, I remember knowing about that meeting because a few months later I traveled with my mother and a group of evangelical tourists on one of the first Holy Land tours. We flew directly from Cairo to Tel Aviv, something that had previously been impossible; it was almost as if the agreement had been reached for the convenience of North American tourists – that’s how I saw it anyways.

According to Telushkin’s account, Singer was at first proud and impressed to meet with Begin in New York, but apparently the meeting did not go well. He voiced a meek complaint about the Israeli neglect of Yiddish in favour of Hebrew:

“you have taken the Hebrew language, vhich vas dead for these two thousand years and resurrected it. But vith Yiddish, you took a living language vhich vas alive for some eight or nine hundred years and managed to kill it.”

“With Yiddish,” Begin shouted, “we could have not created any navy; with Yiddish, we could have no army; with Yiddish, we could not defend ourselves with powerful jet planes; with Yiddish we would be nothing. We would be like animals!”

Isaac sat with his hands folded in his lap and shrugged his shoulders. “Nu,” he said sweetly to the hushed crowd, “since I am a vegetarian, for me to be like an animal is not such a terrible thing.”

I’m not sure what to make of that response, and I’m sure the small crowd of people present at that meeting didn’t either. It’s confusing and demoralising to bring the metaphor of animals into a human situation of power and conflict, but that’s an instinctive human reflex built into us from thousands of years of considering animals as prey, burnt offerings, tools, and sustenance. Still, those aren’t our only human interactions with animals, and sometimes I like to think, as Konrad Lorenz has written, that we are the missing link between hominid primates and some kind of truly moral species that for one thing doesn’t consider itself superior to other animals.

I don’t currently believe there’s a god out there leading us toward this state. I like to think it’s the thinkers and writers (and activists) on animal experience who are making the slow but necessary progress through statement, action and influence. I’m unable to decide whether to be an optimist or a pessimist on this, for now I’m just muddling through.

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7 Comments on “I.B. Singer and animals”


  1. I wasn’t aware of I.B. Singer’s writing or thoughts about animals. That’s very interesting and moving. Fyi (though you may know already) in shtetls (Jewish towns in Poland and Ukraine), the houses usually had 2 rooms and a long hallway behind them. Chickens wintered in the hallway.

  2. brebis noire Says:

    Hi Lilian, no I didn’t know that, though of course it makes sense and I’m sure that’s the way the Ukrainian peasants lived as well. (In fact, my grandfather missed that lifestyle so much he ended up buying a few acres outside the city where he could keep a few chickens and plant a reasonable garden.) I think that people in suburbs and cities should be allowed to keep chickens; there’s a good case for removing the bylaws that currently forbid it in some places.

    I.B. Singer always like to say that he was a vegetarian for the health of the chickens; it was one of those jokes he liked to repeat all the time. But he took his vegetarianism very seriously, and firmly believed that a plate of kasha and beans was a great way to get a full protein meal.


  3. Kasha and beans (or beans and barley) is actually a traditional Jewish dish–cholent–slow cooked overnight. A little beef might thrown in it (or just some fat) for flavour. I haven’t eaten any since I was a kid, but I thought it was heavenly then. I’m a vegetarian now so I’d have to skip on the meat flavouring.

  4. brebisnoire Says:

    I’d love the recipe, if you have one!
    I find the traditional Ukrainian dishes to be way too labour-intensive and heavy for my taste, but I’m always on the lookout for traditional Galician dishes that aren’t too hard or take too long to prepare.


  5. Kasha is a staple food from the Ukraine and nearby regions; it is toasted buckwheat and very nutritious. I buy my kasha from a Russian shop near here that isn’t Jewish, though of course you can also find it in kosher aisles of supermarkets and Russian or Ukranian Jewish shops.

    The key to making such a dish tasty without any meat or meat flavouring is called garlic and onions.

    One traditional way of preparing kasha involves mixing it with a beaten egg and sautéeing it dry in a skillet – this keeps the grains separate and provides extra protein. Of course the kasha is then cooked with water or stock.

    Yes, the living conditions were about the same in Jewish shtetls and among the Orthodox and Catholic population; very poor for most people of any faith community. To some degree the ethnic-German communities seemed to have somewhat more “modern” agriculture due to ties with Central Europe, at least according to what I’ve read on the society.

    brebis, I’d say Rachel Carson was another exception to the backsliding on concern for non-human living beings in the postwar period. She didn’t really right about animal rights or vegetarianism, but all her writing, whether about sea, land or airborne creatures was filled with the same concern for all forms of life.

  6. Rhona McAdam Says:

    Thanks for this great post on Singer, about whom I knew little. I am a huge fan of the other singer – Peter – because of his book, The Way We Eat: Why Our Food Choices Matter.

  7. brebis noire Says:

    I like Peter Singer too, he has done an awful lot of work setting up a philosophical framework on the way animals are used and abused by us. He’s influenced a lot of people to write and act on behalf of animals.


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