Over two decades ago I had the opportunity of a life-time; I went on a photo safari to the Serengeti plains of Africa. The wilder-beast wandered aimlessly around as the golden haired lionesses crouched through the tall yellow grasses. Seemly unaware of the dangers, the herd continually chewed the nutrients provided in their migratory path.
We photographed as the half dozen lionesses stalked the heard. When danger arose, the beasts scampered in a harmonic mass – terrified, yet intuitively gaining strength from the members around them. Within seconds a dull screech was heard around a cloud of dust and grass; a mind-numbing moan along with an unfathomable roar was confirmed by all around - the heard stopped.
Instinctively, the dinner meat that still survived returned to chewing their cud of cape grass. With that stupid look upon their face and drool from their still working mouths, they appeared to say – not me – not today!
Paraphrasing Pastor Martin Niemöller words about Nazi Germany.
Not me - not today; no collective cud?