As Shelby said, “It’s time! It’s time!”
I’ve had a meating of my two minds and decided to stop eating meat if I don’t know its source—not the animal source but the farm source.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t unlearn all I know about the inhumane treatment of animals in factory farms. And since something like 99% of the food we get from grocery stores and restaurants come from factory farms, well….
I’ve been a hypocrite, really. I admire wolves and I can’t stand that there are open hunting seasons on them in places like Idaho and Minnesota. Yet, I’ll eat BBQ from a restaurant that buys its pork from a farm in Colorado that forces their sows into metal crates that prevent them from even turning around. For most of their lives. Seriously.
Unfortunately for these mother pigs:
“A pregnant sow’s biological need to build a nest before having her litter is so great that some sows confined in modern hog buildings will rub their snouts raw on the concrete floor while trying to satisfy the drive.”
I’ve been sitting around waiting for something, a large stick maybe, to prod me into making a decision. And then, two weeks ago, I had this thought:
I would never let my children kick a dog or shoot a BB gun at a squirrel or throw rocks at a horse. Why in the world do I not only allow people to abuse cows, pigs, lambs, and other animals, but I give them my money to do it?
I’ve come to see that I’m enriching people whose business it is to be cruel to animals.
I am okay with eating meat. I am not okay with eating meat from animals that were abused so I could eat them.
It’s not any better that I don’t see the abuse—if my son kicked a dog with my back turned, it’d still be wrong. I’ve
realized I have to start imagining myself as part of the process. Just because I don’t pick up the meat until it’s in a Styrofoam package on the shelf at Jewel does not mean I’m not responsible for anything that comes before. I am. I condone what I support with my money. And I can’t plead ignorance anymore, just willful ignorance.
I made my decision two weeks ago (honestly, couldn’t I have looked at the calendar and seen Thanksgiving was coming?) and so far, it’s like this: any temptation, of which there have been few, is far outweighed by the empowerment I feel when I turn down meat. Just like with elections, my vote does matter—above all, it matters to me.
Here’s a link that makes it easy to find responsible places to spend your money. All you have to do is enter your zip: http://www.eatwellguide.org/i.php?pd=Home