It would be as though you were hired by our school to be an attendant on the playground . And you have all of these beautiful kindergartners out there playing on the ground: frolicking, rolling in the grass, playing with their balls - beautiful little children. And you hear this yipping noise, and you look up, and here's a little rabid dog with foam running out the mouth coming towards the children. Now, you know that dog has rabies, you know because that dog has rabies it's going to die: there's no way that dog can live - the rabies are going to kill that dog . You also know that if that dog should bite one of these little children that are under your charge that the child will also get rabies and will either die, or have to go through the extremely painful Pasteur shots. Now, as an attendant out there on the grounds: your responsibility to watch over those beautiful innocent little children, with this mad dog that is going to die anyhow, being a threat to those children, would you be justified in killing that little dog? You better believe it.[1]
Honestly, calling a group of people and their families a "rabid dog" that needs to be put down; sounds like many other excuses to excuse genocide. One such similar sounding reason was codified into a Disney song: "What can you expect from filthy little heathens?" Tabula rasa aside, all the children were just "savages" and "rabid" dogs? Whatever you think about the genocide of holy war, the dog metaphor is beyond the pail.
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