Huntingdon Life Sciences Anniversary BASH!

The following example of cruelty and abuse are taken from the diaries of Michele Rokke, who was told on her first day of work at the New Jersey premises of Huntingdon Life Sciences (HLS) that 'no animal ever leaves here [HLS] alive'.

10/16/96 Wednesday HLS
Everyday I work, someone comments on how cute these puppies are in study 3325. Stephanie and Lynn have both said, 'It's hard to get anything else done, they're so cute I just want to play with them all the time.' I never know what to say in response to this because usually the other things they have to get done involve causing pain to other dogs, whom, apparently they consider less cute.
In study 96-3322, Nick and Kevin were bleeding dogs in the hallway outside of room 920 when I went into clean. I asked if I could go in to clean and Kevin told me I could do anything I wanted to in that room. I could clean, I could shoot them, I could do what ever I wanted. I asked if the dogs had given them a hard time with what they had to do. Nick said they had been very bad and Kevin agreed.
He said they had tried to bite them. Then Nick said if I go in and see any dogs walking funny and not able to hold their heads up not to worry - it was because Kevin had to hold them down and keep them in line. Kevin said he had to clothesline one of them at one point. I went in to clean and the first dog I picked up was 1264, a female extra.
She is extremely thin and when I opened the cage door she had to drag herself to the door. When I picked her up and put her in the exercise cage she didn't move at all and her back-end collapsed under her. I put in the other female extra and 1264 just huddled in the corner and didn't play. The other female extra seemed very quiet, too, but not as much as 1264. I went and told Kevin. When he saw me he said, 'A dog's bleeding all over right?' I said 'No, but 1264 is having trouble walking.'
He came into the room. While he held the other extra, he tossed 1264 into the back corner of the cage several times. Each time she hobbled forward toward the open door. He said she was fine and left the room. I put the dog on the floor to walk and she could not walk normally.
When I went into the surgery suite, Yao and Irene were getting ready to intubate number 1013. Irene told me they usually use Penathol but it was very expensive and these were just practice surgeries so they used the cocktail mixture. They had the beagle's head in an anaesthesia mask when I entered I was told the cocktail hadn't relaxed him enough.
Jennifer and Mahsa had already started practicing on 1067. Jennifer cut into the artery and blood sprayed all over her face. Al, the supervisor, immediately tried to sponge off Jennifer's face - she said loudly 'Don't worry about me! Attend to the dog - do I have the vessel clamped off or not?'
After Jennifer had the catheter in the vein, she pushed a long metal tube, called a trocar, up under the dog's skin starting from the incision she had made on her inner leg along her side and eventually forced it out through a small cut she had made near her shoulder. As she was doing this, the dog started coughing and gagging and Jennifer yelled, 'She's waking up.'
Al held the dog's mouth shut around the tube and turned the gas up. It took several minutes for 1067 to reach a surgical level of anaesthesia again and, in fact, I'm not sure if she ever did. I was told the dog's CO2 rate shown on the monitor should be between 40 and 50 and the heart rate should be around 10-15. When they're awake, Irene said the heart rate's around 50. When I looked at the monitor when 1067 woke up it was in the 40's and her CO2 rate was between 10 and 20.
Throughout the rest of the surgery her CO2 level stayed in the 30's and her heart rate stayed in the 20's. When Irene pushed the metal tube under the skin of the male dog his CO2 rate dropped dramatically from 43 to the teens and his heart rate shot up from 14 to the 30's. I pointed it out to Irene who called for Al. He re-inflated the cuff on the tube and turned the flow of anaesthesia up.
It took several minutes to ascertain whether there was a leak in the system or what. Al eventually decided Yao had not inflated the cuff enough. He showed me how to check the dog's jaw for tension and the capillary refill response to see of they were out or not. I thought the dog's jaw had some tension in it and he was twitching periodically. Al said it was all right, that he was deep enough for what they were doing today but wouldn't be if they were doing a more invasive procedure. I noticed both dogs woke up when the metal tube was rammed up under their skin.

Zoe Broughton worked inside of HLS as an unbiased journalist attempting to find out what went on inside of laboratories

Zoe Broughton's journal entries...
Ever since I was young I used to wonder what went on behind the high barbed wire of the huge animal-testing laboratory down the road. I'm not opposed to animal testing if it's done to advance medical science, and if in the process, the animals are kept well and treated compassionately. I decided to apply for one of the lab's many vacancies advertised in the local paper, to see for myself.

A few days later I got an interview for a job as an animal technician. The pay was about £120 for a five-and-a-half-day week. I made myself sound keen and stressed that I had experience of working with animals. They checked my name to see if it appeared on any animal campaign lists, Before I'd come to terms with what I was about to involve myself in, I was working in one of Britain's largest animal testing laboratories.

DAY 1
I don't know what to expect, not even which department I will get sent to or how I will respond to seeing animals in pain. To fit in, I make up a false past. I can hardly reveal I am a filmmaker. But I am worried that I may say something that might blow my cover. I am assigned to the dog toxicology unit. I've always had pet dogs, but as we enter the building the noise and smell hits me. I cannot stop my face showing the shock. I notice immediately that the little puppies are keen to play, whereas the older dogs are wary of human touch. Some stay at the back of their cages and don't even move when I give them their food. My job is to look after a room of 32 puppies. On the first afternoon I am asked to check the health of my dogs. I am shown how to do it, but trying to check teeth and paws on a wriggling little puppy seems almost impossible. Later I read the Home Office guidelines and it states that it has to be done by a competent person. How can I be competent on my first day at work? All the dogs had their own distinctive characters and I was shocked to find out that they would all be put down. By the end of the day I was mentally and physically exhausted.

DAY 4
The hardest job is putting the young puppies away after their one hour of exercise in the small concrete corridor between the two rows of cages. They paw at me with their shitty feet; I pick one up, read the number tattooed in its ear and walk the length of the room to find its cage; all the while trying not to tread on paws and slip in the fresh shit. It's repulsive and by the end of each day my lab clothes have turned from white to brown

DAY 8
I have to help take blood samples. They call it "doing a bleed". I bring the first dog out and sit her on a chair beside me, holding both front paws in one hand and holding the chin up with the other. The animal technician shaves the dog's neck and then plunges the needle in. She continues bleeding while I get blood on my arm and I see the other dogs look and know what was coming. Some grip the floor cringing and a couple try to dart past me and escape. Often the technicians can't find a vein. I count one needle being put in three times and once under the skin prod in different directions 15 times before finding a vein. I feel pretty queasy.

DAY 10
I am told not to use so much sawdust "one shovelful is enough and it needn't be piled up." There is no bedding and this is all the dogs have on the concrete floors. The Home Office inspectors turn up. I don't see them look in any of the units I deal with - they just stand outside the dog rooms and chat with the technicians.

DAY 15
Another visit from the Home Office inspectors. This time I see them outside in the corridor. A technician tells me to sweep the floor - I sweep it, but they don't enter my side of the laboratory. I've now seen them arrive twice, but I haven't seen them look at a dog yet.

DAY 18
I still feel physically sick with nerves. The Independent Television Commission (ITC) has granted me permission to film what is going on. The camera equipment is strapped to my body. It is very bulky and I am worried because it is visible every time I bend over.

DAY 29
The worst day yet, as the experiments started on my 32 puppies. The test involves putting each dog in a sling and injecting a chemical used in scanning of human livers. Two are sick as they are being injected, some of their legs swell up and on top of this the puppies have 10 blood tests each through the day. The technicians keep saying that "these dogs are too young for this type of experiment as their veins are too small" - so why have they got them so young? If the puppies wriggle, they are hit or shaken by the scruff of their necks. I feel like a torturer. I hold them and soon get their blood on my hands.

DAY 30
I help prepare the doses for another experiment - it is an agrochemical toxicity test for a Japanese company. A lot of the tests in my department were testing for the toxicity of herbicides and fungicides. The man I am working with measures out the compound and I put it into capsules. He is meant to print out the weight of each dose on a computer so it can be checked. What he actually does is measure one dose correctly, print this out seven times and then make the next six doses for the week far more quickly and with less accuracy. This means the dogs are not getting the right dose: these experiments may be invalid.

DAY 32
Walk into my unit and one of my puppies, number 1619, has half a pint of congealed bloody faeces around his cage. The vet looks at him and says it is all right to continue with the daily doses

DAY 33
I'm finding it hard to watch these needles being repeatedly put into the dogs legs, over and over. One technician gets so angry when he can't find a vein that he shouts and quickly jabs the needle in repeatedly, often going right through the vein. Twice I have seen him give up and squirt the rest of the liquid into the bin.

DAY 40
I have had plenty of opportunities to read the files. I have been writing notes on scraps of paper and have now established which experiments are in which rooms, who's sponsoring which companies, the compounds being tested and how each is being administered.

DAY 45
Today I film the pictures of the animal technicians' pets on the wall - many of them talk non-stop about their lovely pets and then go back to work.


DAY 56
We have now finished the experiment with my puppies and today we have to go through the whole blood-testing rigmarole again. I cannot believe the animal technicians' attitudes - they are messing around while trying to take blood. One technician pokes, tickles and fools around with the man he is working with. This makes the process of finding a vein take even longer.

DAY 57
They've started the post mortems on my dogs. Today I carry my favourite puppy along the corridor to what are known as the Death Row cages. I spent last weekend deciding whether to blow this whole project and smuggle her out - but I must think of the future of the other animals here and hope that my film will help all of them.

DAY 64
I have just walked out of the laboratory for the last time. I wanted to say goodbye and pet the dogs, but I've found it so hard loving those about to be put down that I kept my distance at the end. I don't think anybody suspects me. I have followed the whole process with my puppies, from the settling-in weeks, through experiments to the post-mortem. As I was leaving, they told me my chores for the next morning - nobody knew I would not be there, but in the edit suite, assembling the evidence of their cruelty.