Another bullfighter was killed recently. He was gored by a bull he was in the process of killing. He died a gruesome death. Just like the thousands of animals that are killed in the name of entertainment, for bullfighting.
Do I feel sorry for the bullfighter? Yes, I suppose I do, it is a human life lost. However, he basically died by his own hand. He chose to step in that ring. He chose to fight an enraged animal that he was slowly and painfully killing. He chose to do this as his profession, knowing that at any time he may be killed. And truth be told, he slipped on his own cape, making a fatal mistake.
But let’s be real here. It’s not like his profession is a police officer or fire fighter, where you may be killed at any time in the line of action. In these professions they are serving and protecting the public and trying to avoid death in the process.. In bullfighting, they are serving and entertaining the public by absolutely serving death on a platter, to the roar of approval by the crowd. Shades of Roman gladiators, no? Actually yes, it is all related.
Bullfighting is a series of three tandas, each of which bring more pain and suffering to the bull, in preparation for the final kill. The matador entices the bull with his red cape (which is only red to mask the blood….bulls are color blind).
This is a gruesome sport, one that has been around for ages. The arena in Mexico holds 48,000 spectators……FORTY EIGHT THOUSAND. That’s a lot of people screaming for blood. And, truth be told, a little goring of the matador probably adds to the excitement level of the crowd too.
I cannot say that I understand the sport of bullfighting. Per Wiki, while some forms are sometimes considered to be a blood sport, in some countries, for example Spain, it is defined as an art form or cultural event and relevant regulatory frameworks liken it to other cultural events and heritage.
Then there’s the Running of the Bulls, where normal (?) people run in front of bulls down a narrow street, where the participants as well as the bulls may slip on the cobblestones. Another deadly sport I don’t understand.
Back to the dead Matador. Sad for the loss of his life, sad for his family. But I am continually sad for the hundreds, nay thousands of bulls slain every year for the enjoyment of the spectators.
But I guess I am in the mood for fighting for the underdog lately. In this case, the bull. I have no real pity for the matador.