This morning
on my way to work, I pull up in back of a truck which has an immense sign on
the back:
Broil 'Em ...and a pleasant,
country, day scene.
I pull to
the left and drive up next to the 18-wheeler. Red light. We stop. I look through
the small apertures scattered like Swiss cheese holes across the truck. One
cow licks another cow's nose.
My anger washed
away by a tidalwave of sadness, upset. Here are the Holocaust victims, Nazi
Germany all over again. People realize the atrocity now - but don't they see
the connection, the similarity? One cow trying to boost another nervous cow
- all terrified of where they are going, knowing they are raised for the chopping
block - no wonder cows turn mean.
The only right
"meat" to eat is that which we kill ourselves, doing so in form of ritual, as
the Native American did for centuries. To ask the animal for its sacrifice,
to kill it with our own hands. We no longer call domesticated animals, "animals"
- we objectify the term to "meat" - which is easy to do because we don't have
to see the anguish as the animal is killed.
We take that
pain and fear in when we chew that first bite.
Mad Cow disease
- they treat it as if it's a disease, but it is just symptomatic of a greater
wrongdoing - where we objectify and quantify everything - where certain lives
are cheap, others not.
Bake 'Em
Grind 'Em
Make Them Beef!
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