By Sue Beaulieu, Staff Writer for GFN
Contributing Editor, On Wings -- March
1999
Before you dismiss this article, based on
any pre-conceived opinions or ideas you may already
have about this subject, please take the time to
learn a little about the history of this sport and
the passion of those who participate in it. The
only thing most of us know about cockfighting is
what the mainstream press has reported. Sad to say,
all too often their data merely reflects the
distorted views shared by the animal rights
fanatics.
Cockfighting may very well have been
the world's oldest spectator sport, dating back to
Asia over 6,000 years ago. From there, it spread
through India and into Europe. Ancient history
books reveal that Alexander the Great would stage
cock fights the night before a battle, to impress
upon his soldiers the meaning of courage and valor.
Cockfighting existed in Palestine long before St.
Peter's time. It was prominent in Asia Minor during
the times of Themistocles (528-462 BCE) The
cockfight was a popular symbol in the early church,
representing the eternal battle between good and
evil.
In ancient times, winged gladiators
fought in arenas, often to the death. Wagers were
made on the combatants and honor was lost and won.
The arenas where the matches took place were
considered sacred ground. Through cockfighting, men
participate in a ritual which links them to their
mythic and heroic past. No longer able to engage in
blood sport themselves, cockfighting has become
their surrogate release in a stressful and chaotic
world which tends to denigrate and psychologically
castrate vigorous men.
Cockfighting was the national sport in England until
1850, when it was outlawed. The Old English Game
rooster is probably the first breed of game fowl
developed in Britain. Now the breed is maintained
by fanciers. A few varieties of this one breed are
the Black Breasted Red, Spangled, Black, Dun
Breasted, Blue Dun and Brassy Back. The males are
normally "single-combed," meaning that their comb
and wattles are removed. Removing the comb and
wattles makes the rooster less vulnerable to damage
and also gives them a more fearsome look.
After English colonists introduced cockfighting to
the New World, it traveled some more and eventually
took root in Hispanic culture. Cockfighting legend
holds that President Abraham Lincoln earned the
nickname "Honest Abe" from his reputation as a fair
and impartial judge of cockfights. George Washington
and Andrew Jackson were also very active
cockfighters. Both would routinely add their own
chickens to the competition or referee the matches,
also called derbies.
The Delaware Blue Hen Chicken, just one game fowl
breed, was made famous by its fighting cocks. It
seems that during the Revolutionary War, South
Carolina soldiers nicknamed their comrades from
Delaware "Blue Hen's Chickens" as a joke. However,
after the Delawarean troops proved their bravery on
the battlefield, it became a compliment. Later,
Delaware's most influential newspaper was founded in
the 1840's and proudly took the name, The Blue Hen's
Chicken. In fact, the Blue Hen Chicken became a
popular symbol in numerous political campaigns and
publications in that part of the country. Rhode
Island followed Delaware's example by immortalizing
their own favorite fighting rooster, the Rhode
Island Red.
Game cocks have come to symbolize
bravery and resistance in the face of insurmountable
odds -- traits that are often devalued in our oh so
politically correct world. However, in the sport of
cockfighting, these traits are respected and
emulated. Pitted against an adversary in the arena,
one cannot run away from opposition. Here, one must
stand one's ground. A cock who "chickens out" is
referred to as a "dunghill" rooster -- a common
low-bred bird only good for the dinner
table.
A great deal of time and care is given
to raising a fighting cock. The bond between man
and bird is strong. The lines become blurred
between them as the man projects his male psyche
onto the rooster, while simultaneously identifying
with the primal nature of his winged fighter. The
rooster's potential in the ring represents the
qualities of the man who raised him. But do you
think these macho men look upon their losing birds
with disgust and anger? No. Often they leave the
pit misty-eyed, cradling their limp, vanquished
warriors.
This does not mean that cockfighters
consider the birds friends or companions. The
beautiful roosters embody the timeless concept that
survival depends upon sacrifice. As such, the proud
cock represents every man, whether spectator,
breeder or trainer. Man and bird are both witness
to and part of the eternal battle between life and
death.
(However, there are exceptions. One
avid cockfighter writes, "I had one cock that wasn't
worth a doodley damn in the pit, but he was just so
likable I kept him around for nine years until he
just fell off the roost and died from old
age.")
Cockfighting is a hobby which men can
participate in outside of their day-to-day work.
The real challenge is in breeding and obtaining
birds of good blood lines. These game cocks are
bred for optimum size, speed, power, disposition and
intelligence. Fighting cocks are descendants of the
red jungle fowl that are native to tropical Asia.
As a testimony to the dedication and work of
countless breeders, Clarets, Blues, Mugs,
Roundheads, White Hackles, Butchers, Greys, Payton
Democrats, Green Leg Republicans, Sid Taylors,
Kelsos and Cuban Head Hunters and are just a few of
the breeds offered for sale.
The roosters are
beautifully marked and colored, often with
iridescent feathers throughout their plumage. The
magnificent tail feathers shimmer with blues,
blacks, purples and greens. The neck and shoulders
are often a vibrant coppery red or sunshine gold.
Prices run the gamut from under $100 on up. A
first-class, top of the bloodline fighting cock can
cost thousands of dollars.
Mature game cocks
must be isolated from each other or they will fight,
often to the death. Fanciers must "tie the birds
out." A ring is placed around the rooster's leg and
a short leash is attached. If these birds are given
the chance to fight with their natural spurs, they
can leave their opponent bloody and torn to ribbons.
To prevent serious injuries when they are not at
derbies, breeders cut off the spurs. "Gloves" cover
the clipped off spurs during training sessions. At
the derby fights, cockfighters attach needle sharp
gaffs or razor sharp knives to the birds' legs. By
doing this, the fights are more humane because the
inflictions are clean, quick and less
bloody.
The cockfighting supply business is
nationwide and offers all large variety of products
for sale. There are cockfighters who have been a
part of this avian-related culture since boyhood.
Many times the tradition has been passed down from
father to son for many generations. Those new to
the sport are advised to give it up if financial
gain is their only motivation.
Experienced breeders are interested only in the very
best breeding stock and lineage. They do not rely
on magic potions and drugs to boost their cocks'
performance in the pit. In fact, they discourage
these practices. Cockfighters are in tune to their
roosters' natural cycles and know when it is a peak
time for a fight. Natural food, the best
nutritional supplements and regular health
maintenance and vet checks are vital to a good
"keep." As in all avicultural pursuits, the
unethical, fly-by-nighters are soon ostracized and
outcast.
Cockfighters are enraged by the activities of PeTA
and other such animal rights groups, whom they view
as kooks. Opposition comes from city folk and
people who have never been exposed to cockfighting
in any way except for what the animal rights groups
have told them about it. A rooster that is raised
to fight lives a longer and happier existence than
does a chicken which is raised for slaughter.
Gamecocks receive excellent care and are provided
with fresh air, sunshine, water and food. A broiler
chicken only lives for 42 days, is force fed and
lives its short life in a building with little, if
any, natural light. Prized birds are protected from
neighbors' dogs, hungry owls, marauding hawks and
other predatory varmints. Many game cocks live to 9
years of age or longer. The successful fighters are
retired and they earn the privilege of fathering
future bloodlines.
HSUS (Humane Society of the US) claims that gambling
is the driving force behind cockfighting. In
reality, gambling plays a very minor part in the
drama that is cockfighting. At a typical derby,
each participant enters up to six birds and pays an
entry fee that will be divided among the winners.
Casual betting often takes place among the
spectators at pit side. At one time, cockfights
were as common as Sunday picnics in the more rural
parts of the southeastern United States. Although a
few of the larger tournaments pay out as much as
$20,000 in prize money, most cockfighters do not
achieve financial profit for their hobby and sport.
As mentioned earlier, the real competition is to
breed birds of higher quality than other breeders.
Contrary to stereotypes, spectators are from every
strata of society and every state in the union.
Often they travel long distances to enter their
fighters or just to watch the derbies. In the
1940's and 1950's, men only wore suits to chicken
derbies. Now they wear the same things you see them
in anywhere else. Jeans, khakis, baseball caps,
sports jackets, Nikes and trendy sunglasses are seen
just as much as cowboy hats or boots. Farmers and
businessmen, doctors and politicians, cab drivers
and bricklayers -- they all come to participate.
Contrary to what you may think, it is not a poor
man's sport made up of backwood hicks. What is the
equalizing factor at the cockfights which brings men
from such diverse social classes together? Is it
some deep, primal force found in a man's spirit that
responds to the drama of the challenge, the
competition, the fight to the finish?
In recent
years, women have become more active participants in
this sport. Wives, mothers, sisters, daughters and
girlfriends can also be seen in the audiences along
with their children. There are lady cockfighters,
too, and the men don't seem to mind at all. The
competition takes on new undercurrents as the war
between the sexes is fought out in the arena between
the feathered ones.
After months or years of
raising the best roosters possible, the handlers are
ready for the pre-fight "keep." Time and dedication
have been invested as well as money. Great care has
been taken in order to raise champion fighters.
Soon, these war birds will be matched against birds
of similar stature and weight. They will be
challenged to utilize their maximum potential. Will
their brave, aggressive rooster pass the ultimate
test and win the honor?
The cocks are often
cradled in specially made cardboard valises and
weighed, one by one. Each is matched with an
opponent of comparable weight. Handlers stoically
await their turn in the ring. They calm their
high-strung fighters in preparation for the upcoming
battles. Velvet-lined jewel boxes contain precision
stainless steel knives. The handlers study them
carefully and measure them with calipers before
choosing a weapon. They enter the sacred arena and
gird the gaff to the cock's own blunted spur. They
must bind it in the perfect position for optimum
effect, being careful not to slice themselves in the
process.
The crowd is quiet and still as the
fight begins. Both handlers step into the ring.
The referee tells them to "bill up," whereby they
stand shoulder to shoulder, as the roosters that are
cradled in their arms, rub beaks. The hackle
feathers on the cocks' necks begin to rise and the
birds begin to reach and peck at each other.
Sometimes in their excitement they peck and bite
the handler instead. Then the referee yells "Pit!"
and both men back up, releasing their roosters. The
cocks leap at each other in a blur of flying
feathers and flapping wings.
South of the border,
in a peleas de gallos, a teaser bird is used
to get the cock's adrenaline flowing. Each handler
revs his bird back and forth in front of this bird.
At the referee's signal, the angry cocks that are
slated to fight the next round are positioned
accordingly in the ring. The pre-fight ceremony and
ritual often lasts longer than the fight does.
The roosters hit hard, break to the lights and slash
away. The mid-air duels are exhilarating to watch.
The gamey birds circle each other, sizing one
another up. One attacks; one side steps. They face
one another, heads bob, they flap and meet each
other mid-air again, kicking for all they are worth
. Sometimes the fights end quickly; sometimes they
last longer. The handlers hover close by and watch
their roosters closely. They may take 20 second
timeouts to clean spurs or soothe their birds.
The
roosters act on instinct as they dance around the
ring like boxers. A fight may take several timed
innings. The birds are separated, repositioned,
resuscitated and encouraged to begin a new round.
These gamey roosters are not stupid. Sometimes, one
bird may surrender. Another time, maybe neither
bird makes a move, as they stare at each other in
silent impasse.
Not all fights end in death.
The battle can continue until one bird is no longer
"game," meaning it no longer attempts to fight.
Then the referee must end the match. Contrary to
belief, there is little blood and gore. Many times,
the handlers are more likely to suffer
slashes.
Yet the misconceptions and
pre-conceived biases continue and are fueled by
animal rights rhetoric. Cockfighting is about
mankind's participation in something that happens
between two roosters interacting in the way they
would in nature. Both animals are willing
participants. To demonstrate this point, why do we
consider falconry the sport of kings and "noble"
men? After all, the predatory falcon kills and
devours unsuspecting birds. Yet, both types of
aviculturists often devote lifetimes learning about
their sport and how to provide optimum care for
their birds. It is no secret that cockfighters have
been stigmatized. They are branded as cruel,
ignorant rednecks and have become a prime target of
animal rights campaigns that want to ban and outlaw
their sport.
Do you think animal rights
fanatics worry about the fact that authorities
euthanize birds which are seized in raids on
cockfighting tournaments? Do you think they are
concerned about what will happen to all the game
cocks if their campaign to stamp out this sport is
successful? No. Every breed of gamecock can all go
extinct for all they care. By now, we should be
aware that their "mission" is not really about
protecting rights of animals, but rather about
taking away the rights of humans.
The AR movement is based on faulty logic to say the
least. First they say we are no different from
other animals and have no divine or elevated nature
that makes us distinct. Then they say that we are
ethically bound not to use animals for
our own selfish purposes. Do animals have ethics?
No. Neither would we if we did not have a nature
which was separate and distinct from all other life
forms on earth.
What other life form on earth possesses
self-consciousness? What other one can produce
technology, communicate from one generation to the
next via recorded language, create art for its own
sake or base actions on abstract reasoning? We do
possess a different nature than the other animals
and because we do, other animals must not be granted
an equal stature that nature has not given them.
Many followers of the "movement" think that
humankind is no more divine than any other inanimate
object. The trouble is that in order for them to
raise up nature, they must lower humankind. Do they
object when a volcano spews lava and burns trees?
Or when a tornado wreaks deadly havoc? Or when
people and crops are destroyed due to the
devastation of floods? No. What they object to
are human actions.
Yet, they think nothing of
spiking trees, ruining fur coats, equating poultry
farms with Auschwitz, telling us how we may use our
private property, telling us we may not fight
chickens or telling us that birds should not be kept
in captivity. They hate humankind (especially
people other than themselves.) Because they deny
their superiority and the very potential of their
own natures, they shrink from challenges which would
require them to be creative or think for
themselves.
This is why they promote
government control over human life and seek to
destroy our rights to private property. Could their
idea of Utopia really be a mindless collectivism
made up of drones like themselves? And if so, who
would be their ruler? Remember, these are the
subtle, but powerful forces which drive public
policy, which control class room teaching and which
fuel a media indoctrination program that bombards us
daily. We are all victims, but as human beings, we
have free will and choices. Does this sound a
little radical? Then read on.
In 1985, the
U.S. Supreme Court struck down an anti-cockfighting
statute. In many areas of the nation, "Chick-PAC's"
exist which are pro-cockfighting political
committees. One speaker addressed a meeting of
well-heeled cockers in a mid-western state in the
early 1980's. He warned them that the threat of
animal rights advocacy groups would be the death of
cockfighting. They branded him as an
alarmist.
However, his statement has proven
prophetic. Only three states remain where
cockfighting is legal: Louisiana, New Mexico and
Oklahoma. It was voted out in Missouri and Arizona
last year. The sport has been driven underground
and good citizens are discriminated against and
outcast if they openly express their love for this
sport. Most states have raised the penalties for
involvement in cockfighting activities from a
misdemeanor to a felony. A felony, mind you. Now
there is legislation before the U.S. Congress which
would make cockfighting a federal
crime.
Currently, Oklahoma cockfighters are
the target of a petition drive, spearheaded by CHIC,
Citizens Halting Inhumane Cockfighting. Made up of
volunteers, they will attempt to organize and obtain
signatures for a November 2000 ballot initiative.
The fight is on. Animal rights fanatics v. the
cockfighters. Like the allegorical battles of
antiquity, this will be fight to the finish.
As Brett Johnson, a former New Mexico state
legislator told the press, "Tightening laws won't
end the tradition. It is not going to stop. All
it's going to do is make a bunch of law abiding
citizens criminals." Unfortunately, he is right.
Who among us will be next?
Editors note; Remember this was written in 1999.
See how far the ARA's/ART's have come since then?
You people need to get your 'poop in a group' or
lose your rights as free people.