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Hello There,

I've written an article about "Bullfighting" and I would love you to make it as an essay which is against the bullfighting. The required words have to be at least. 550 words. Thanks. Here's also the link of the article:-

https://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/oct/06/bullfighting-catalonian-ban

Less than a week after the last bullfight was held in Barcelona following Catalonia's vote to ban it last year, I went to one in Madrid on Sunday. The 25,000 people cramming Las Ventas bullring, the most prestigious in Spain, were in festive mood, and their excitement was shared in the royal box by Princess Elena, daughter of King Juan Carlos, and her two children, Victoria, 11, and Felipe, 13. Five years ago Spanish state TV stopped showing bullfights to spare children the gore, but here were youngsters witnessing in person the bloody slaughter of six bulls in a row. They were perhaps doing their royal duty by showing their contempt for the decision by the parliament of Catalonia to abolish bullfighting for ever.

This was by no means the first time that Spain's "national fiesta" had been at risk. The Vatican ordered its abolition nearly 500 years ago, threatening both bullfighters and spectators with excommunication unless they obeyed, but the king took no notice. He realised that the Spanish people would never put up with it. The Vatican's reason for wanting it stopped was the danger it caused to bullfighters, not to bulls. Now, of course, it is the other way round. The Catalan parliament, responding to a petition signed by 180,000 people, abolished it on grounds of animal cruelty, but not even this is accepted as the real reason. Most Spaniards blame it on Catalonia's yearning for greater independence from the rest of Spain.

There are parallels between Catalonia's attitude to bullfighting and Scotland's to foxhunting. The Scottish parliament banned foxhunting before England to demonstrate its cultural independence. Catalonia, flaunting its sophistication, modernity and greater proximity to northern Europe, portrayed bullfighting as a primitive old Spanish practice and somehow un-Catalan, ignoring the fact that the first recorded bullfight in Barcelona took place in 1387. Understandably, other Spaniards find this irritating.

A consequence has been a revival of interest in bullfighting in the rest of the country. Recent opinion polls have shown that more than 60% of Spaniards don't like it, and the number of bullfights taking place has drastically declined. The young have been losing interest, with polls showing that the sport is most popular among the over-45s. Spain's economic problems haven't helped, as tickets to bullfights are expensive. But the Catalan ban has aroused bullfighting's supporters, just as the campaign against foxhunting galvanised the supporters of this old English tradition. They are appealing to the Spanish constitutional court for the ban to be overturned and are campaigning for bullfighting to be given cultural heritage status, which would protect it against any future bans in other parts of the country.

The same kind of arguments are used in its defence as those that were cited for foxhunting. The main one is the loss of jobs that its abolition would involve, but there is also the damage to the countryside that would be caused by the loss of the ranches on which the bulls are reared. I even heard someone warn that the breed of bull used in bullfights might face extinction, but since these bulls are only bred to be killed, I didn't find that a powerful argument. It is difficult to see any way in which bullfighting may be portrayed as being to the bull's advantage.

I have only once seen a bullfight before, and that was some 50 years ago at Arles in the south of France when the matador was Luis Miguel Dominguín, famous not only as a great bullfighter but also for having had a tempestuous affair with Ava Gardner. I did not wildly enjoy it, and it was the same last Sunday. Forget the tradition, ritual, costumes, music and the balletic nature of the spectacle; forget the symbolism and Spanish fascination with death; forget Ernest Hemingway and all that: it is difficult not to feel some revulsion at the manner in which the bulls are put to death.

There is no doubt that the bullfighters are putting themselves in grave danger by confronting these enormous horned animals, but I still can't help feeling sorrier for the bulls. The bulls haven't asked for the fight, and they don't appear to derive any pleasure from it, whereas the matadors are colossal show-offs, who long for the adoration of the crowd. The stages before the final showdown are the least appealing. The lancing of the bull by a picador on horseback is followed by the planting by the banderilleros of barbed sticks into his shoulders, from which they hang limply, oozing blood.

When the bull is thus weakened, the matador takes it on at close quarters, making elegant passes at him with his red cape. This is dangerous. A matador fell twice and was nearly trampled in Sunday's corrida. But the bull does not seem to be aggressive unless it feels threatened. After a successful encounter, the matador turns his back on it and walks away to the applause of the crowd. But the bull doesn't do as I would do in its shoes - charge him from behind and gore his perky little sequin-encased bottom. It just stands there patiently, waiting for him to return to the fray.

At the bullring's entrance there is a bronze figure of a matador saluting a bust of Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin, which saved so many bullfighters' lives. But no bull is ever allowed to live.