J. Howard Moore (1862 - 1916)

Proto-vegan, socialist, animal-rights author, activist, and teacher

Content note: discusses suicide

Born on Dec 4, 1862 J. Howard Moore Author Socialist Organizer Teacher Animal Rights TW: Suicide. Portrait photo of Moore in profile, with the covers of The Universal Kinship and Why I Am A Vegetarian.
There is, in fact, but one crime in the universe and all varieties of impropriety whatsoever are aspects or phases of this crime. It is the crime of exploitation — the suppression of the interests, lives, or welfares of some beings for the whim or convenience of others—the neglect to recognize the equal or the approximately equal rights of all to life, consideration and happiness—the crime of doing to others as you would that others would not do to you. J. Howard Moore, Why I Am A Vegetarian, 1896
I am a vegetarian because I believe in justice. There is injustice in the universe, because there are beings in it who monopolize its sweets and opportunities. They want their own pleasures and also the pleasures of others. They shuffle upon others their bitters, and at the same time rob them of their sweets. Others live, not as ends, but as means and conveniences. I do not eat my fellow creatures, for the same reason I do not enslave my brother and treat my sister as an appendage and otherwise monopolize the sweets and opportunities of the planet. J. Howard Moore, Why I Am A Vegetarian, 1896
Enjoy and let others enjoy. Live and let live. Do more. Live and help live. Do to beings below you as you would be done by by beings above you. Pity the grub and the ladybug, and have mercy on the mole. J. Howard Moore, Why I Am A Vegetarian, 1896
The same spirit of sympathy and fraternity that broke the black man’s manacles and is today melting the white woman’s chains will tomorrow emancipate the workingman and the heifer, and as the ages bloom and the great wheels of the centuries grind on, the same spirit of leaven shall banish Selfishness from the earth and convert the planet finally into one unbroken and unparalleled spectacle of Peace, Justice and Solidarity. J. Howard Moore, Why I Am A Vegetarian, 1896
Preface to Why I Am A Vegetarian, signed J. H. M., Chicago, May, 1895. The human race is like a snake—it sheds. Ever and anon, as the ages bloom, old forms of thought are superseded by intellectual bran-news. Shrines at which one generation adores become to the succeeding desolate and despised. This little brochure has a mission. It is not a formidable one, but it is. It goes out with the hope that it may help, if ever so infinitesimally, in ridding the human of that terrific instinct of inconsideration toward the sub-human races. Solidarity is its plea, human and universal. It would be inexcusable to suppose it to be exhaustive. It is not even defensive. It is a projectile, and projectiles do not apologize. It intends to be followed. A bracket marks the passage from "This little brochure" to the end, and red lines underline the last four sentences.
Postcard of Cobb Hall, University of Chicago. In 1894, Moore started at the University of Chicago with advanced academic standing. He graduated in April 1896, earning an A.B. degree in zoology. "I came to the conclusion out there on the Kansas prairies that the animals were not treated right by human beings. I thought we had not even a right to kill them for food and came to the University of Chicago to study the matter. At that time I had never heard of vegetarianism." — J. Howard Moore. While studying there, he became a socialist and served as vice president of the university's Prohibition Club. He also co-founded its Vegetarian Eating Club, serving as president in 1895 and the following year as purveyor. They held an annual turkey-less Thanksgiving meal. Moore was a passionate supporter of women’s suffrage. After graduating, Moore became an active member and speaker of the Chicago Vegetarian Society, founded by Carrica Le Favre.
Moore describes the University of Chicago Vegetarian Eating Club that he started: pages from the magazine The Vegetarian, Vol. I, September 15, 1895, No. 3, published monthly by The Vegetarian Publishing Company, 40 John Street, New York City, with a faded page 42 behind, titled The Vegetarian Eating Club, of Chicago University.
The Vegetarian, page 42. The Vegetarian Eating Club, of Chicago University. A little more than a year ago several young men of the University of Chicago received the intellectual revelation that it is impossible to be moral beings and carnivorous animals in the same instant. These young men were put together in that awkward and unfinished manner which makes it hard to keep sly and silent about such things. They told the revelation to others, and with reckless obstinacy refused to believe it ungenuine. Finally some one suggested the organization of an enterprise where this revelation might be lived. It was agreed to, and there were immediate proceedings to organize a gastronomic club of the genus Vegetarian. I was one of the chief rogues in the organization of the Club, and I remember well the wild excess of our enthusiasm over our information. We had plenty of iron and buoyancy, but the fewness of essential data was terrifying. There were no footprints in front of us—at least on this side of the Atlantic—and, as everybody knows, an untrod wilderness is not the most delightful drawing-room to enter, especially if everyone is telling you in the most doleful and awful tones that there are hyenas in there. The cradle days of the organization were days of great lack of sunshine—the cradle days of initiatives always are. Everybody, excepting the fewer than a dozen who championed the new enterprise, devoted a large leisure to impressive prophecies of a premature and ungarlanded grave. But we had no more judgment than to go on. We grew in number and confidence and our critics in reticence and wisdom.
The Vegetarian, page 43. To-day, the Vegetarian Eating Club, of the University of Chicago, is one of the most mentionable and successful gastronomic facts of the present time. It is composed of both ladies and gentlemen, and includes in its membership many of the brightest and most interesting people of the University. Professor Frederic Starr, head of the department of anthropology, has been a member of the Club from its inception. The Club runs at the uniform rate of $2.50 per week, and by eliminating the uneconomical element of meat its menus are enabled to compare favorably with those of carnivorous clubs paying $3.50 and $4.00 per week. We use grains, fruits, nuts, vegetables, dairy products, eggs—in fact, everything of the nutritious sort except the bones and flesh of other animals. We find in our experience that we not only do not lose by this dietetic elision but that it is a positive benefit. We feel more adequate physically, our brains are more receptive and obedient, and our tempers are less inflammable. The hot head, dirty blood and feverish unmanageable passions of carnivorous creatures the vegetarian knows little about. I do not mean that a vegetarian regimen is an omni cura and will turn its devotees invariably and irretrievably into saints, giants and geniuses. But I do mean that an elegant, ample and varied diet, such as we serve in our Club, cannot have other than a powerfully clarifying and civilizing effect on the entire living organism. I verily believe if a generation or two of children could be brought up, unhabituated to scenes and deeds of
The Vegetarian, page 44, signed J. Howard Moore, Chicago, August 26. massacre and unvitiated by a gross and dastardly diet, that a moral and intellectual millenium would be imminent. The digestion is largely the arbiter of the emotions. And if I were looking for noble deeds, God-like form and formidable conceptions, I would not look for them in one whose alimentary were a mess of carrion. The condition and contents of the universal stomach indicate and determine largely the condition of the world. Intemperance, war, bestiality, domestic infelicity, crime, social irascibility—in fact, all of the choler and delirium resulting from individual and social inflammation may be mitigated, if not entirely cured by an elegant, rational, civilized diet. But this is all one-sided. The promoters of the Vegetarian Club did not think, when they proposed its organization, of their own welfare alone. They thought also of the creatures whose corpses they would otherwise gnaw. They thought they would like to feel how it feels to feel consistent. They thought they would like to live the Golden Rule, not simply mouth it. The Golden Rule says "do to others," and they interpreted the injunction to refer to all others, not simply to their favorites. Think of an animal whose stomach is a perpetual grave, going about inculcating kindness and reciprocity! Yet, that is the farce to which mundane eyes are most accustomed. It almost makes me emotional when I hear men deplore sin and prate and preach about love, mercy and justice, when the very energy they expend in preaching justice and mercy is obtained by ripping open, etc., tearing out the vitals of their fellow beings.
In 1906, American socialist and trade unionist Eugene Debs cited Moore while reflecting on the mule’s abuse by humanity and the need for the mule and the people to fight back. Page one of Debs's essay "Man and Mule" (August 4, 1906). Have you ever looked searchingly into the large, lustrous, knowing eye of a mule while he looked into yours? If so, you cannot fail to have observed a twinkle with an intimation in it that he knows you and has his opinion about you, although he may not be able to express it in language you understand. The fact is, as I suspect, that the mule knows man better than man knows the mule. Debs goes on to say that there is not a crime known to the catalog that man has not perpetrated upon the mule, and that he was led to these reflections by the masterful book of Prof. J. Howard Moore on The Universal Kinship, which should be read by every seeker after truth and light. The page continues with the mule as the most serviceable and the wisest of animals, whose stubbornness and slowness are to his credit.
Page two of Eugene Debs's essay "Man and Mule", published in The Chicago Socialist, vol. 6, whole no. 387 (Aug. 4, 1906), p. 2. Who would not be stubborn and lazy who had man for a master? Look at the wage slave, and if there is any difference between him and the mule it is all in the mule’s favor. The mule serves man in and out of season, for but his provender, and when at last his usefulness is impaired by age he is cast adrift to starve on the highway with but the scars of his master’s lash to show for man’s humanity to the mule. The mule is meek, it must be said, but meekness with the mule is not without its limitation, and when that is reached a kick is registered that may snuff out the human light. Red lines underline: The main trouble with the mule is that he does not kick often enough, and with man that he does not kick at all. The kick of the mule is nature’s means of defense, and if the mule but used it freely he would soon inspire man’s respect and admiration, whereas his meekness but provokes the malice of his master. To paraphrase another, the better I know man the fonder I am of mules. Caption below: In 1908, Moore endorsed and spoke on behalf of Eugene Debs for the Socialist Party candidate for President.
In November 1906, Moore's speech "The Cost of a Skin" sparked controversy at the American Humane Association's convention. Scanned magazine pages of the speech, beginning: Furs are luxuries, and it cannot be said in apology for the wrongs done in obtaining them that they are essential to human life. They are no more essential to human welfare than tooth-picks or diamonds. The text describes the steel trap, the spring-pole and the long suffering of trapped animals, with an illustration of a woman in a fur-trimmed hat and coat.
Second page of the speech "The Cost of a Skin" by Prof. J. Howard Moore. The sliding-pole is an arrangement for causing captives to drown themselves, and the dead-fall is a baited log so adjusted as to fall and crush the life out of any being unwary enough to approach it for the proffered food. I cannot express myself when I get to thinking about these things—these terrible crimes that man is inflicting year after year on millions of his poor, helpless brothers. I become indignant and desperate. I am ashamed of the race of beings to which I belong. It is so cruel and bigoted, so hypocritical, so soul-less and insane. I’d rather be an insect—a bee or a butterfly—and float in dim dreams among the wild flowers of summer than be a man and feel the wrongs and sufferings of this wretched world. Suppose we human beings were hunted with traps by a race of giants a hundred feet high, very ingenious, and absolutely without conscience so far as their treatment of us was concerned. Suppose that in spite of all our vigilance we were continually falling into these traps, and compelled in order to escape to eat off our own arms or legs. Suppose finally, in order to complete the analogy, that these people imagined themselves to be highly civilized and enlightened. What sort of an opinion do you think we would have in the course of ages as to the real character of these people and of their fitness to be the models and superintendents of a planet? Caption: Some attendees met the speech with silence; some applauded. Two women walked out before he finished.
In 1910, Moore denounced President Theodore Roosevelt for his bloodlust and hunting trip to British East Africa [now Kenya], the Belgian Congo [now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and British colonial Sudan. Roosevelt and his companions killed or trapped approximately 11,397 animals. Moore linked the president’s toxic masculinity and animal slaughter with imperialism. The article was published in Lucy Mallory’s newspaper The World’s Advance Thought. Mallory was a vegetarian, anti-vivisectionist spiritualist, & African-American education activist and teacher. Scan of the article "Decries Roosevelt Butchery" by Prof. J. Howard Moore, from the magazine The Universal Republic: I wish to express dissent from the general approval and enthusiasm now being manifested toward Theodore Roosevelt. I believe that this enthusiasm is conclusive evidence of our lack of maturity. Mr. Roosevelt is a man of force and shrewdness, and is a great advertiser. He is the most megaphonic individual since Napoleon Bonaparte. But he is a man who is obsessed with a desire to kill.
Moore continued publishing Animal Rights essays in socialist publications alongside Eugene Debs and others. Table of contents of The International Socialist Review, April 1915, Vol. XV, No. 10, edited by Charles H. Kerr. Listed articles include "The War, The World and The Future" by William E. Bohn, "Everlasting Peace" by William D. Haywood, "Fixing the Pay of Railroad Men" by Carl Sandburg, "Savage Survivals in Higher Peoples" by Prof. J. Howard Moore, and "The Knights of Columbus" by Eugene V. Debs.
Moore killed himself June 17, 1916 Age 53. Newspaper clipping with a sketch of Moore: SCHOOL-TEACHER TAKES OWN LIFE. Darrow’s Brother-in-law Puts a Bullet in His Head. Suicide is Believed Due to Temporary Insanity. Chicago Educator was Author of Several Books. Chicago Bureau of the Times, June 17. J. Howard Moore, 53 years old, of No. 1365 East Sixty-fourth street, brother-in-law of Attorney Clarence S. Darrow and a teacher in the Crane Technical High School, committed suicide today by shooting himself in the head while on the wooded island in Jackson Park. Illness and pain resulting from an abdominal operation nearly five years ago caused his act. The article quotes the note he left for his widow, Mrs. Jennie Moore, and lists his books, including The Universal Kinship, published in England in 1906.
Map and postcard. Satellite view marking the University of Chicago and Wooded Island. Where Moore committed suicide. Near his undergraduate university, the University of Chicago. Below, a colored postcard titled Jackson Park, Chicago, showing a path beside a lagoon with benches, captioned Wooded Island, Jackson Park, Chicago.
Moore’s suicide note: The long struggle is ended. I must pass away. Goodby. Oh, men are so cold and hard and half conscious toward their suffering fellows! Nobody understands. O my mother! And O my little girl! What will become of you? And the poor four footed? May the long years be merciful! Take me to my river. There, where the wild birds sing and the waters go on and on, alone in my groves forever! Oh, Tess [his wife], forgive me! Forgive me please! Signed J. Howard Moore.
Excerpt from [Moore’s brother-in-law] Clarence Darrow’s eulogy: "This man, our brother, never purposely killed a living thing until he put the pistol to his head." – Clarence Darrow on J. Howard Moore
Excerpt from [Moore’s brother-in-law] Clarence Darrow’s eulogy: "John Howard Moore wrote and worked with feverish haste, and he believed that the blind and heartless world would listen to his words and mend its ways. But humanity went on trading and dickering, lying and cheating, marrying and dying, and never heard his voice. One day he opened his eyes and knew his work was in vain, and feeling the weight of the universal sorrow on his soul, he took his life. The coroner's jury determined that "he died from his own hand, while suffering under a temporary fit of insanity." I tell you he died from his own hand while suffering under a temporary fit of sanity. Poor, dead dreamer! You are not the first or last mortal to learn the truth. Other men have awakened from the mad and blissful dream of saving mankind from itself. I, too, have dreamed my dreams, had my illusions, and wakened from my sleep. Among all who are gathered here there is but one whom we can felicitate on this event, and that one is our friend who lies peaceful and all unconscious of the world. If any word of mine could call back his troubled soul, I should feel myself guiltier far than I would to cause a brother's death." The coroner's jury line and the "temporary fit of sanity" line are underlined in red.
"Howard Moore was one of the truest and tenderest of our friends, himself prone to despondency and, as his books show, with a touch of pessimism, yet never failing in his support and encouragement of others and of all humanitarian effort. "What on earth would we Unusuals do, in this lonely dream of life," so he wrote in one of his letters, "if it were not for the sympathy and friendship of the Few?" Howard Moore died by his own hand (he had good reason for his action) ; and the timorous attitude which so many people adopt towards suicide was shown in the silence on this point which was maintained in most of the English zoophilist journals which mentioned his death : one editor hit upon the sagacious announcement that " he died very suddenly," which deserves, I think, to be noted as a consummate instance of how the truth may be truthfully obscured. In The Universal Kinship, Howard Moore left to humanitarians a treasure which it will be their own fault if they do not value as it deserves. There is a tendency to forget that it is to modern evolutionary science that the ethic of humaneness owes its strongest corroboration. The physical basis of the humane philosophy rests on the biological fact that kinship is universal." – Henry Stephens Salt, on J. Howard Moore. English Animal Rights activist/writer, anti-vivisectionist, prison reformer, socialist, pacifist, and naturalist.
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