Why I am a Vegan

[Diana]

“The pigs were glowing deep gold”: The amazing experience that ended my life as a pig farmer

Even though I was raising and slaughtering pigs as humanely as possible, I had doubts. But then I was sure

Bob Comis

As a child and through my teens and 20s my meat eating was fast, copious—gluttonous even—and absolutely thoughtless, totally reflexive. Growing up in a suburb of Syracuse, New York, around cats, dogs and mobs of grey squirrels, I had only the vaguest, most abstract notion — when I had any notion at all — of a connection between the delectable hamburger patty on my Burger King Whopper and the cow or cows it had once been, or between the crisp, golden, expertly and scientifically flavored fleshy bits of the mountain of Chicken McNuggets that I plowed through with abandon over the years and real, living chickens. It wasn’t a matter of callous disregard, it was one of utter ignorance, a profound inability not only to connect the dots but to even see that there were dots to connect.

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Source: Salon.com, Nov 28, 2015

Thank you for posting this article. 

Eventually I think this disconnect will fade as we become more aware of what is actually going on. Still, there is choice, and for those who think this is oaky—to slaughter animals for food—it is of course their prerogative to do so.