They Also Serve

a review by John M. Joyce (March 2016)

They Also Serve Amazon UK here.
by Rosemay Greenslaw
Independantly published
October, 2015

 

There’s no equivalent of Saint Francis of Assisi in the Muslim world, and there never can be. The vile preachings of the devil’s servant Mohammed has seen to that. If you want to know the difference between the words and practices of that gentle Saint and the horrors of Islam you need look no further than behind these links:
http://www.barenakedislam.com/category/muslim-animal-abuse/ 
and
http://www.barenakedislam.com/category/halal-slaughter/
but be warned – you will need a strong stomach to look at any of the pictures or videos that they will offer you.

Now that’s not to say that the good Saint’s mission to make us all realise that the ‘cosmic friary’ includes animals and birds (i.e. all of God’s creation) has been entirely successful. Manifestly it hasn’t, for not a few of us in the civilised world still treat animals badly. However, most of us, unlike the vast majority of Muslims, do attempt to take good care of our animals, and we usually succeed in that endeavour. We do so because we acknowledge that it is morally and spiritually wrong to treat God’s gifts with carelessness and cruelty. We have learnt, or realised, that the Saint was correct in his approach to creation.

That said, we also know that animals can get caught up in the complexity of the human world and that sometimes we press them into service to make life easier or safer for ourselves. That often makes us feel guilty (though a Muslim wouldn’t in such a situation) and we strive to do better.

Recently I read, but alas I can’t remember where, a journalist sounding off about how silly we were to give medals to animals. Rightly he pointed out that the animals in question would neither know nor care. He missed the point, in fact he missed the salient portion by so much that he made me laugh. We don’t award medals to animals so that they can wear them and strut around and feel better about, or rewarded for, whatever they did. We award medals to animals so that we can feel better – it’s a form of atonement and it’s a reminder that we may have fallen far short of what is required of us in this ‘cosmic friary.’ The practice is also to remind us that our animals are very important to us and that we should treat their lives as precious.

There have been other books on the subject, but this one is unique in featuring all the Dickin Medal winners, and only them. The book is not illustrated, which is a pity, but the animals are brought to life in words. Most are British and Commonwealth recipients, of course, although an American pigeon was honoured in Italy (even if it was for saving the lives of British soldiers!) and three Medals were awarded in the wake of the 9/11 attacks in New York.

At home in the U.K. in the dark days of 1940-41 many cities came under heavy bombing. As the rescue squads laboured to find casualties under the rubble, they were joined by dogs – unofficially at first, what you might call enthusiastic amateurs, and then, when their value was recognised, by trained search-and-rescue dogs. The whole ethos of SAR dogs, who are now deployed to disaster sites all over the world, was developed in these years. When next you see and admire the work of these clever dogs, on some news report of an earthquake or a bombing, give a thought to Beauty, a scruffy little wire-haired terrier who used to accompany her master on rescue missions. Other search-and-rescue dogs are featured as well. And Sheila, a sheepdog who located and rescued the crew of a downed American B17 in a blizzard in the wild hills of the north of England gets a good mention as well.

This fine little book often brought a tear to my eye as I read it. For me, it highlighted the essential differences between the civilised world and the barbarity of Islam – compassion and empathy. I hope that it will do that for you as well. I hope that it will lift you up and help you to appreciate even more fully all the creatures in the ‘cosmic friary,’ just as it did for me.

Before I finish I have to tell you that the author, Rosemary Greenlaw, is known to me. I was surprised when she sent me a review copy of her book, but I’m glad that I didn’t toss it aside as I do with so many other unsolicited review copies. I know that she lives happily in the Highlands of Scotland. She has three grown-up children, who have left home to be replaced by a serious chocolate habit and two small but very imperious dogs. She says she considers writing to be a perfectly valid alternative to housework! I’ve seen her house and I can assure you that that isn’t completely true.

As well as this book she has written and published Old As The Hills, the first of a fictional trilogy, a tale of ancient gods and modern characters, a blend of mystery, romance and adventure set in the Scottish Highlands and written with insight and humour. I enjoyed it immensely, but I’m a sucker for a well written romantic tale. There’s a classy and sensible heroine, an anything-but-sensible young hero (who turns out to be very heroic indeed), a trio of satisfying villains, and a wonderfully goosebump-inducing scary monster. The dialogue is sparkling, the writing is sharp and witty and the story moves along at a good pace. Altogether this is a very good read, and if magical-realism is your thing, then I thoroughly recommended it too. Old As The Hills is also available on Amazon (£6.99/$9.99).

There you go: two reviews for the price of one. What more can you want?
 

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