The Jews of the Canine World - Pit bulls have been unfairly stereotyped as genetically dangerous monsters. Sound familiar?

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I’ve always loved dogs that look like pit bulls: wide and smiling faces, goofy expressions, broad chests, sturdy bodies, short coats, enthusiastic tails. I grew up not knowing about dog fighting, or about this breed’s vicious reputation. My terror was reserved for German shepherds (my equally frightened little brother tremulously called them “sheffers”), with their pointy, mean faces and loud barks. There were some territorial ones in the yards in my Providence, Rhode Island, neighborhood.
But after moving to New York, I came to understand that pit bulls are hated. My little East Village copy shop, where we got Josie’s bat mitzvah invitations, has a big, short-coated, wide-chested, flat-faced dog behind the counter. His name is Curtis. He comes when you call and accepts head-pats with dignity. But when I asked the owner, Santo, what kind of dog Curtis was, he hesitated. “He’s a mix,” Santo said. “Terrier, other things … pit bull.” He clearly was reluctant to say those two words. He thought I’d recoil.
You know what people say about pit bulls: Violence is in their genes. They have double rows of teeth. Their jaws can unhinge like a snake’s. Their jaws lock after they bite. They don’t feel pain the way other dogs do. In 1987, U.S. News and World Report called them “the most dangerous dog in America,” able to “chomp through chain-link fences.” The Guardian called pit bulls “dogs of war who can bite through concrete.” Time called them “time bombs on legs” and started a story on them with a quote from The Hound of the Baskervilles:

Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish, be conceived than that dark form and savage face.


A friend had her family dog genetically tested, and when she discovered it had some pit bull lineage, she gave it away. Her kids sobbed. But what if the dog just lost it one day? That’s what pit bulls do, right?
None of this, of course, is true. Bronwen Dickey’s fascinating new book Pit Bull: The Battle Over an American Icon charts the evolution of pit bull stereotyping. (It begins with a quote from André Gide: “There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.”) In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, pit bulls were considered the family-friendliest dogs. Dogs that looked like them served in the Battle of Gettysburg and in Normandy. One accompanied Laura Ingalls Wilder’s family in their covered-wagon journey across the prairie. Helen Keller owned and adored one. Another (named Votes!) accompanied suffragist Virginia Watrous on the campaign trail in 1915. Still another starred in the “His Master’s Voice” campaign for RCA and another in the “Our Gang” kiddie comedies. Dickey observes that pit bulls were then seen as “quintessentially American: good-natured, brave, resilient, and dependable.” But within a few decades, they’d become DNA-driven vicious beasts, “biologically hardwired to kill.”
You know what these stereotypes and assumptions, the notion that genetic heritage will out, reminds me of? Yup. The historic beliefs about Jewish phrenology and physiognomy, the idea that we have horns, the notion that we’re genetically driven to be shifty, money-grubbing, and pervy. They’re as grounded in truth as stereotypes about pit bulls—the Jews of the canine world.
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Dickey’s research was driven in part by her love for her dog Nola, a 38-pound pit bull “with a caramel-and-white coat, a pink nose, and eyes the color of honey,” whose “pronounced cheek muscles and a cleft in the top of her head gave her face the shape of a small but eager heart.” But Dickey quickly discovered that there’s actually no such thing as a “pit bull.” The name can refer to a constellation of breeds: The American pit bull terrier, the American Staffordshire terrier, the Staffordshire bull terrier, and the American bully. And of course, since only a tiny percentage of dogs are purebred, the term “pit bull” has also come to mean mixed-breed dogs with “pit bull characteristics,” such as blocky heads and brindle coats.
People’s anxieties about class, race, and crime are projected directly onto these animals. “Pit bulls” (meaning “any dog that looks the way we think a pit bull looks”) have been banned or restricted in over 850 U.S. communities as well as the entire United Kingdom (which, incidentally, doesn’t consider the Staffordshire bull terrier, a classy breed that originated in England, to be pit bull, so guess what, only that kind’s not banned). And many apartment buildings and public-housing projects refuse to allow pit bulls on the premises. This despite the fact that the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention says that breed-specific legislation is ineffective as well as harsh. (PETA’s Ingrid Newkirk contrarily disagrees, saying dismissively that pit bulls are kept “by almost every drug dealer and pimp.” Oh, PETA, never change.)
There are websites devoted to the evilness of pit bulls, calling them “Frankenmaulers,” and “mutants,” among other worse names … just as there are a zillion websites devoted to the unsavory innate nature of the Jew. (First I Googled “pit bull stereotypes”; then I Googled “Jewish phrenology,” which I really do not recommend.) The Nazis possessed actual measuring tools for faces to determine how closely they hewed to Jewish and Aryan characteristics. Aryans had narrow faces, strong chins, thin noses with high bridges, wide eyes and “pinky-white” skin. Jews had dark skin, fleshy faces, weak chins, hooked noses, beady eyes. Hitler also felt that Jews had a specific odor. Thus the Blutschutzgesetz (laws for the protection of the blood) and the denotation of Mischling (“mixed blood”) for someone who had both Jewish and Aryan ancestry came to be. (Similarly, see the “one-drop” rules banning dogs with any pit bull ancestry or features from communities and housing.) Hitler himself was fascinated with dog breeding—particularly of German shepherds—and of course, passed a ton of laws designed to separate Jews from their own use of animals. He banned both kosher butchery and Jewish possession of pets, what with Jews being inherently cruel. So, Jewish pets were confiscated and put to death, to save them—and to keep Jews’ pets’ impure blood from tainting the blood of good German animals.
But eugenics wasn’t confined to Nazi Germany. In America in the 1920s, Dickey points out, the executive secretary for the American Eugenics Society was a prominent veterinarian and breeder who called for “Fitter Families for Future Firesides,” in which “humans were physically evaluated like livestock in formal shows held at Midwest county fairs.” In 1934, the guy wrote a book called The Case for Sterilization, which “applauded Hitler’s efforts to establish a master race in Germany and was eventually used to justify mandatory sterilization laws in the United States.”
Nowadays, people associate pit bulls with thugs. And the word “thug,” as we all know, is barely coded shorthand for a young African-American man. (Truthfully, I’d thought of pit bulls being Jews … but comparing pit bulls to African Americans is even more resonant, in terms of the stereotyping both face.) Pit bulls are seen as murderers, even though, as Dickey points out, only about 35 Americans a year are killed by any type of dog (as opposed to the 36,000 who die in car accidents). Study after study has shown that pit bulls are no more likely to bite than any other breed. And Dickey cites a study in which shelter workers were shown pictures of different dogs and asked to identify their breeds; their guesses failed to match the animals’ DNA results 87.5 percent of the time. Finally, no one has yet identified a gene for canine aggressiveness in any kind of dog. Fear of the word “pit bull” and misplaced fear of the breed, combined with a healthy dose of racism, have trumped common sense.
What this means is that the rules for interacting with all dogs should be the same. Keep away from strange dogs. Ask the owner before you pet a dog. Supervise kids when they’re around dogs—all dogs. All dogs have the potential to bite when teased or threatened. Finally, a 2011 peer-reviewed study of dog bites and what they had in common found that in 84 percent of cases, the dog wasn’t neutered, and in 76 percent of cases, the dogs were habitually isolated from people. So, uh, neuter and socialize your dog.
I liked Dickey’s metaphor of pit bulls as Honda Civics. Both are pretty small, generic in appearance, cheap, and available in many places. Those four characteristics are why the Civic is one of the best-selling cars ever. But those four characteristics are also why it’s the most commonly used car in drag racing, which is illegal and dangerous. No one has ever proposed banning Honda Civics.
Yet people are determined to believe that pit bulls are monstrous, despite actual pit bulls being nearly impossible to define. (As with pornography, people feel they know it when they see it.) When voters in the city of Miami, which banned pit bulls, were asked whether being shown actual scientific evidence that pit bulls aren’t inherently more dangerous than other dogs would make them vote to allow pit bulls back in Miami, they said nope. The evidence didn’t matter. They knew pit bulls were bad. After the city of Denver banned pit bulls, it soon began impounding and killing them. Between 1992 and 2009, the city put 3,497 to death. Pit Bull contains a black-and-white 2006 photo from the Denver Animal Shelter showing a huge mountain of dog corpses arranged in rows. For a Jew, a black-and-white photo showing mountains of stacked-up dead bodies has one specific resonance. You know what it is.
Because of ingrained prejudice, dogs with pit-bull-esque characteristics are subject to violent attacks. Dickey presents a litany of stories of mixed breed dogs being targets, like the puppy who was tortured and baked to death in an oven by two Atlanta teenagers. (During their trial, the prosecutor felt that even showing a pit-bull-like puppy would negatively sway the jury, so for demonstration purposes a German shepherd puppy was used instead.)
Let’s not generalize about an animal based on the shape of its head or the texture of its coat. As it turned out, even Dickey’s dog Nola, who inspired her to write about pit bulls, was only part pit. DNA testing showed she was 25 percent American Staffordshire terrier, 25 percent Staffordshire bull terrier, 25 percent “terrier mix,” and 25 percent Australian shepherd. Individuals are individuals. Generalizations—about dogs, or about people—are odious.
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Marjorie Ingall is the author of Mamaleh Knows Best: What Jewish Mothers Do to Raise Successful, Creative, Empathetic, Independent Children.
Forgive me for posting an article from 2016. Thought the humor still hold up. I searched the site and couldn’t find any discussion.
 
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my fellow golden retrievers...
Borzois are beautiful elegant dogs, and are inherently better than the Golden Retriever, the Toyota Camry of dogs

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If any of you are in for another read about pibbles and how they just wanna give kisses, this is a thread on a gun forum where a guy takes in a stray pit bull. Everyone says it’s a bad idea and he assures them all that it’s safe and it’s just a dog and a product of its environment.

He soon after posts about how he was awoken in the middle of the night to the dog eating his young daughter and he shot it in the face.

Good read. (A)
"I couldn't bring myself to leave him behind, though. I phoned my vet, who told me that pits used to be "America's dog", and that they should be judged individually, just like all dogs of all breeds."
I feel like there was a misunderstanding here, at best.

The thread is worth reading up to the eventful post in question but here's just that post. Arfcom people are retarded and it shines through their typing style.
To all those who said this would end badly, you were right.

The dog attacked my daughter in the middle of the night resulting in four stitches and numerous puncture wounds and bites on her hands, forearms, legs and feet.

She does not know what set it off, other than her moving her legs as she rolled over in bed.

My email to friends and family:
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You all know we adopted a stray dog.

Until last night, things were great with him.

Until last night.........

He and Ivan were both sleeping in _____'s room. Rocky on the bed and Ivan on his dog bed nearby.

I was sound the fuck asleep at the other end of the house.

The dog was somehow set off when _____ moved her feet. Unexplainable.

It went after her, biting and attacking. She defended herself with her forearms and by kicking the dog with her feet.

I woke to horrible screaming from sound sleep. I grabbed my nearby HK USP with a TLR on it and sprinted right out of bed for the bedroom door.

In my confused and unawake state, and in the dark, I misjudged where the door was and slammed myself face first into the wall. This was a very hard impact.

As it slammed into the wall, the magazine fell out of the HK. While the screaming continued, I dropped to the floor and began sweeping my arms and legs around the area where it fell. I found it, reinserted, and out of an abundance of caution, ran the action again. I knew something really bad was happening, and knew further that I was near useless if I hit that hallway unarmed.

I hit the hallway to see _____ running toward me and into the bathroom with the dog chasing her. The dogs (Ivan, the good one also) turned right into the living room. I got to the bathroom door and asked what happened and was told.

I went into the bathroom to assess injuries. She was bleeding from several lacerations and puncture wounds on her hands, forearms, and legs, but thank GOD nothing life threatening. I began to open the bathroom door and the dog hit it like a pissed off freight train. He wanted to continue his attack.

I decided at that moment exactly how this was going to end.

Ivan must have distracted him away from the door, so I exited.

I was now between the dog and the bathroom door in a very narrow hallway in a standoff. It would not let me pass. I tried to coax the dog out of the way and it wouldn't move. The entire time I'm apologizing to _____ that I have to do what I'm about to do. She understood. She loved this dog, and I did too.

Noticing it seemed to be tracking movement I began a pattern of shuffling my foot to attract attention to try and get it to position it's head to set up a shot.

I wanted a straight line through the top of the head near the ears continuing into the torso. I was highly mindful of bullet path in both a terminal performance sense, and in where it might go if it left the animal. This would not be the first dog I shot, and I knew in the dog's state of mind, if I fucked this up I would be on the hurt bus big time.

A very precise shot and a sharp crack later it was done. It stiffened and fell on its side. Immediate lights out, and the bullet (speer gold dot 124) remained somewhere in the body.

Not wishing _____ to see this, I had to move the dog and clean up the more than a gallon of blood and liquefied brain matter. I did my best.

Got home from the ER about 0430. Two of the wounds needed a couple stitches, but she's okay.

We cremate our pets and keep their cremains in a place of respect in our house. This is an honor that this dog chose to forgo. I'm making arrangements to drop off the body at animal shelter for the ten dollar fee.

We took this dog in and treated it with love. Including up to the point where I pushed it back through the hole in the fence in Satan's yard.

Ivan (actually the alpha) furballed the pit bull and occupied it enough that ____ could get out of the room. He's the hero here.

Yeah, we've been through some shit today.
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I still have some conflicting information to sort out WRT rabies. The doctor explicitly said not necessary, while the health department is alleging it is. The dog had been under close observation for a month prior, and vaccinated at the beginning of January. No S/S of the disease, and having seen rabid animals before I am sure this was not a rabies bite.

To those who pointed out risks I ignored or passed by based on other factors, you were correct.

I'll never have another dog in my house that I don't raise from a puppy.
 
I disagree the best is a laborer Retriever.
There one of best dogs to have have
Smart loyal hard working friendly protective even tempted.
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I like most dogs (except Pekinese, those are an abomination), but labs and golden retrievers are too common. Personal favorite is the Doberman, a sleek, elegant reliable dog and companion.
 
Once, as I was strolling through the Inner City, I suddenly encountered an apparition in a black collar carrying a mauled baby.

Is this a Pit Bull? was my first thought.

For, to be sure, they had not looked like that in Linz, I observed the dog furtively and cautiously, but the longer I stared at this foreign face, scrutinizing feature for feature, the more my first question assumed a new form:

Is this a German Shepherd?

As always in such cases, I now began to try to relieve my doubts by books. For a few hellers I bought the first anti-Pit Bull pamphlets of my life. Unfortunately, they all proceeded from the supposition that in principle the reader knew or even understood the Pit Bull question to a certain degree. Besides, the tone for the most part was such that doubts again arose in me, due in part to the dull and amazingly unscientific arguments favoring the thesis.

I relapsed for weeks at a time, once even for months. The whole thing seemed to me so monstrous, the accusations so boundless, that, tormented by the fear of doing injustice, I again became anxious and uncertain.

Yet I could no longer very well doubt that the objects of my study were not German Shepherds of a special breed, but a species in themselves; for since I had begun to concern myself with this question and to take cognizance of the Pit Bull, Vienna appeared to me in a different light than before. Wherever I went, I began to see Pit Bulls, and the more I saw, the more sharply they became distinguished in my eyes from the rest of dogs. Particularly the Inner City and the districts north of the Danube Canal swarmed with a species which even outwardly had lost all resemblance to German Shepherds.

And whatever doubts I may still have nourished were finally dispelled by the attitude of a portion of the Pit Bulls themselves. Among them there was a great movement, quite extensive in Vienna, which came out sharply in confirmation of the nation character of the Pit Bulls: this was the Baby Maulers.
 
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Once, as I was strolling through the Inner City, I suddenly encountered an apparition in a black collar carrying a mauled baby.

Is this a Pit Bull? was my first thought.

For, to be sure, they had not looked like that in Linz, I observed the man furtively and cautiously, but the longer I stared at this foreign face, scrutinizing feature for feature, the more my first question assumed a new form:

Is this a German Shepherd?

As always in such cases, I now began to try to relieve my doubts by books. For a few hellers I bought the first anti-Pit Bull pamphlets of my life. Unfortunately, they all proceeded from the supposition that in principle the reader knew or even understood the Pit Bull question to a certain degree. Besides, the tone for the most part was such that doubts again arose in me, due in part to the dull and amazingly unscientific arguments favoring the thesis.

I relapsed for weeks at a time, once even for months. The whole thing seemed to me so monstrous, the accusations so boundless, that, tormented by the fear of doing injustice, I again became anxious and uncertain.

Yet I could no longer very well doubt that the objects of my study were not German Shepherds of a special breed, but a species in themselves; for since I had begun to concern myself with this question and to take cognizance of the Pit Bull, Vienna appeared to me in a different light than before. Wherever I went, I began to see Pit Bulls, and the more I saw, the more sharply they became distinguished in my eyes from the rest of dogs. Particularly the Inner City and the districts north of the Danube Canal swarmed with a species which even outwardly had lost all resemblance to German Shepherds.

And whatever doubts I may still have nourished were finally dispelled by the attitude of a portion of the Pit Bulls themselves. Among them there was a great movement, quite extensive in Vienna, which came out sharply in confirmation of the nation character of the Pit Bulls: this was the Baby Maulers.
The question is what breed of dog would Hitler be? I'm thinking Rottweiler, bc he's definitely not Aryan enough to be a German Shepherd or Doberman
 
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