It has been a cold winter in Ontario. A really, really, record-breakingly cold winter. So it was with great appreciation that I read the OSPCA's press bulletin that urged pet owners to keep companion animals inside when necessary. The bulletin also made specific mention of pets in vehicles, saying that an empty car acts like a refrigerator, and dogs should not be left there for more than the briefest amount of time.
On the same day that I read the OSPCA's press bulletin, I was driving home from work when I spotted a livestock truck. The temperature was well below -20, and high winds were causing whiteout conditions, which caused all of us to creep cautiously along the roads, well below the speed limit. The truck in front of me was full of pigs, and when I pulled up alongside it, I saw that they were huddled together, their pink noses sticking out through the air holes in the huge metal can that housed them. Some of their noses were bleeding. And I saw them with my new eyes.
I have wanted to write about my new eyes for some time now, but I have always chickened out. I don't even know if I'll hit the "publish" button after I finish writing this blog. It's partly because this topic makes people uncomfortable, and I HATE making people feel uncomfortable. It's partly because I am worried that I won't be able to live up to the conclusions that I have drawn about my behavior when it comes to animals. But I can't get those pigs out of my mind, and so today I want to write about animals; the animals we choose to kill and eat, the animals we choose to care for and cuddle, and why I can't look at farm animals the way that I did before.
I was a vegetarian for about four years over the time that I worked at a series of outdoor education centers that had horses and horseback riding programs as well as farm animals. I was one of the animals' primary caregivers, and I literally lost the taste for meat. It was not a "political" or even an "ethical" decision - I just never wanted to have it after a long day working with (and smelling) the animals. After I stopped working with animals and made classroom teaching my career, I went back to eating the way I always had.
Then, one day, I read The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan: a fascinating work that points out the many problems in our food system in terms of health, of economics and of environmental sustainability, among other things. Pollan is not a vegetarian, and does not advocate vegetarianism, but he does promote buying organic, free-range meat from small family establishments. My goal became to find the most ethical meat that I could, and to no longer put my dollars towards the factory farm system. That oughtta do it! I thought. I am ethical!
And that was the top of a rabbit hole that I have still not found the bottom of.
I had demanded of myself that I find "ethical" meat sources, and as a result I had to confront the ethics of hiring someone to do a job that I could not bring myself to do. Sure, I wasn't supporting the awful practices that are involved in factory farming, but I was still paying someone to kill an otherwise healthy, juvenile animal. Moreover, I was paying someone to bring an animal into the world for the express purpose of killing it while it was young and healthy.
(NOTE: We could definitely debate the "healthy" part here. Chickens are bred to have breasts so big that their legs collapse under them, for example. But we can't really debate the "young" part.)
Then I started seeing my pets in a new way. It occurred to me for the first time after I started eating a vegetarian diet that I simply couldn't imagine consuming my pets - but what made me draw this line? Why is it that I love my dog but I had eaten pigs? They are both smart, and funny, and nice to be around. (I actually speak from experience here.) Why are kittens cute and baby calves delicious? Why are rabbits BOTH pets and consumables? Why don't we eat guinea pigs? Our lines here are arbitrary, and arbitrary things should be examined.
So...vegetarian it was. No problem. I had done that before. I would be able to have food I enjoy, and I wouldn't kill any animals! No animals at all.
And then … I kept reading. (Damn you, reading!) I read about the fact that veal (which the practice of raising is so repugnant that many people choose not to eat veal out of principle) is merely a by-product of the diary industry. They need girl cows for milk, but if a dairy cow (who needs to be kept perpetually pregnant in order to lactate) has the nerve to birth a boy … well, it's off to the veal crate for him! The dairy industry and the veal industry are inextricably linked, and if you support one, you support the other. And, of course, dairy cows don't live out their full lives. Once they stop producing milk, they become hamburgers.
After that, I about the egg industry. I read about the cruel ways in which chickens were kept in tiny cages and painfully "de-beaked" so they can't peck each other. About the way that after they are "used up" for laying they end up in our chicken noodle soup. And about how those useless make chicks that have the nerve not to lay eggs are "culled" at the ripe old age of 78 hours. About 200 million of them are culled in the US alone per year. One of the culling methods is to put the live chicks into giant macerators. There are gross videos of this on the internet, but you can find them on your own if you want to see them. The egg industry kills a lot of chickens: all of them, eventually.
I am being completely honest here when I said that these are not answers that I wanted to find when I started down this road. But I know this stuff now, and I can't "un-know it." About a year ago I made the decision to go vegan, which has had various times of excellent success and downright failure. I have not eaten meat in all that time - not even missed it. I have slipped in terms of eggs and diary - primarily when I was in a rush and craving convenience over an actual good decision. But I know that it's only a matter of time until I stop consuming animal flesh and secretions altogether, because I am wearing my new eyes, and I can't shut them.
But what about people in other parts of the world who need to eat meat to survive? People ask me this a lot. It's a more reasonable version of the What would you do if you were on a desert island and you and to eat meat to survive? I know that I can only think about this ethical quandary because I am privileged enough to live in a part of the world where this is the kind of thing that can occupy my time. I have bountiful access to all kinds of foods and I have the unique opportunity to choose between them. My new eyes aren't judging anybody. They are looking at the animals, not other people. (I do have to admit that I DON'T spend much of my time worrying about what I will eat if I am stranded on a desert island. I'll deal with THAT when the situation arises. I can only hope that the island will be warmer than here.)
These eyes are seeing all kinds of things in new ways. I don't know what to think about my lifelong love of horseback riding, for example. I don't think I want to go to the zoo anymore. I don't know how I feel about animal testing for medical purposes.
I'm kind of scared about what I will think about these issues as I learn more and more about them. But I would rather know the truth and have my eyes open than go through life with my eyes closed. I would rather pull off the road so that I can have a cry about the frozen pigs in the livestock truck than drive on by without thinking about them at all. I'll take the red pill, Morpheus.
You got any almond milk for me to wash it down with?
