Showing posts with label Farm Sanctuary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Farm Sanctuary. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sunday Morning Ponderables

To any thinking person, it must be obvious that there is something badly wrong in relations between human beings and the animals that human beings rely on for food; and that in the past 100 or 150 years whatever is wrong has become wrong on a huge scale, as traditional animal husbandry has been turned into an industry using industrial methods of production. There are many other ways in which our relations to animals are wrong (to name two: the fur trade, experimentation on animals in laboratories), but the food industry, which turns living animals into what it euphemistically calls animal products - animal products and animal byproducts - dwarfs all others in the number of individual animal lives it affects.

The vast majority of the public have an equivocal attitude to the industrial use of animals: they make use of the products of that industry, but are nevertheless a little sickened, a little queasy, when they think of what happens on factory farms and in abattoirs*. Therefore they arrange their lives in such a way that they need be reminded of farms and abattoirs as little as possible, and do their best to ensure that their children are kept in the dark too, because as we all know children have tender hearts and are easily moved.

The transformation of animals into production units dates back to the late 19th century, and since that time we have already had one warning on the grandest scale that there is something deeply, cosmically wrong with regarding and treating fellow beings as mere units of any kind. This warning came so loud and clear that one would have thought it impossible to ignore. It came when in the mid-20th century a group of powerful and bloody-minded men in Germany hit on the idea of adapting the methods of the industrial stockyard, as pioneered and perfected in Chicago, to the slaughter - or what they preferred to call the processing - of human beings.

Of course we cried out in horror when we found out what they had been up to. We cried: What a terrible crime, to treat human beings like cattle! If only we had known beforehand! But our cry should more accurately have been: What a terrible crime, to treat human beings like units in an industrial process! And that cry should have had a postscript: What a terrible crime, come to think of it - a crime against nature - to treat any living being like a unit in an industrial process!


It would be a mistake to idealize traditional animal husbandry as the standard by which the animal-products industry falls short: traditional animal husbandry is brutal enough, just on a smaller scale. A better standard by which to judge both practices would be the simple standard of humanity: is this truly the best that human beings are capable of?

The efforts of the animal-rights movement, the broad movement that situates itself on the spectrum somewhere between the meliorism of the animal welfare bodies and the radicalism of animal liberation, are rightly directed at decent people who both know and don't know that there is something going on that stinks to high heaven - people who will say, "Yes, it's terrible what lives brood sows live, it's terrible what lives veal calves live," but who will then add, with a helpless shrug of the shoulders, "What can I do about it?"

The task of the movement is to offer such people imaginative but practical options for what to do next after they have been revolted by a glimpse of the lives factory animals live and the deaths they die. People need to see that there are alternatives to supporting the animal-products industry, that these alternatives need not involve any sacrifice in health or nutrition, that there is no reason why these alternatives need be costly, and furthermore that what are commonly called sacrifices are not sacrifices at all - that the only sacrifices in the whole picture, in fact, are being made by non-human animals.

In this respect, children provide the brightest hope. Children have tender hearts, that is to say, children have hearts that have not yet been hardened by years of cruel and unnatural battering. Given half a chance, children see through the lies with which advertisers bombard them (the happy chooks that are transformed painlessly into succulent nuggets, the smiling moo-cow that donates to us the bounty of her milk). It takes but one glance into a slaughterhouse to turn a child into a lifelong vegetarian.

Factory farming is a new phenomenon, very new in the history of animal husbandry. The good news is that after a couple of decades of what the businessmen behind it must have regarded as free and unlimited expansion, the industry has been formed onto the defensive. The activities of animal-rights organizations have shifted the onus onto the industry to justify its practices; and because its practices are indefensible and unjustifiable except on the most narrowly economistic grounds ("Do you want to pay $1.50 more for a dozen eggs?") the industry is battening down its hatches and hoping the storm will blow itself out. Insofar as there was a public relations war, the industry has already lost that war.

A final note. The campaign of human beings for animal rights is curious in one respect: that the creatures on whose behalf human beings are acting are unaware of what their benefactors are up to and, if they succeed, are unlikely to thank them. There is even a sense in which animals do not know what is wrong.

They do certainly not know what is wrong in the same way that we human beings know what is wrong. Thus, however close the well-meaning benefactor may feel to his or her fellow animals, the animal-rights campaign remains a human project from beginning to end.

* abattoir: a slaughterhouse

J.M. Coetzee was the 2003 Nobel Prize laureate for literature. The above is an edited extract of a speech he wrote, given on his behalf by Hugo Weaving in Sydney on February 22, 2007.


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It's not that we can make a difference, it's that we do make a difference, in everything we do and every choice we make. We have the choice whether we want that difference to be negative or positive, and you'll find that notion either very empowering or very scary because it means it's up to you.

~ Colleen Patrick-Goudreau, activist, vegan cookbook author, producer of the Vegetarian Food for Thought podcast, and founder of Compassionate Cooks.

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If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

~ Dalai Lama


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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress, can be judged by the way its animals are treated. 

~ M. Gandhi


My husband Stephen, enjoying the company of Whitaker, a resident of Farm Sanctuary in Orland, CA.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Playing Catch Up (Project 358: Days 111 - 121)

Oh, goodness me, I am so far behind on blog posts, that I'm beginning to get overwhelmed. So, I'm gonna go ahead and get a bunch of these Project 358 posts out of the way all at once, so I can get on to the more substantial ones tomorrow night (hopefully?). Here we go again, catchin' up...


Day 111: Si, Muchos Gracias!

This is a sticker from my new favorite restaurant, Gracias Madre. On the down side, it's in San Francisco. On the upside, it's another reason to get my ass to San Francisco! Stay tuned for a full review of the restaurant in a future post!




Days 112 and 113: Photos to come in a separate post, the contents of which I cannot disclose at this juncture. Oh my, isn't the suspense just killing you?? (Don't let it. I'm only trying to get you to keep reading my blog. My ego depends on you!)




Day 114: Remnants of Kid Dinner

Day 114 was my mother's birthday, her 60th in fact. I knew that she was struggling with this number a bit and decided that while we were at my parents' house for dinner that night, I would take a beautiful candid portrait of her and then write a heart-felt blog post tribute to her. Aaannd...then, life happened. Amidst the typical chaos involved in the process of leaving the house with children, I forgot to even bring my camera. And then I neglected to realize I forgot it. Beautiful candid portrait of Mom? Didn't happen. After a lovely, but tiring, dinner (see: kids), we came home and put the little ones to bed. Bleary-eyed and thirsty, I headed to the kitchen to fill my water bottle. It was there that I saw a) my camera, which reminded me that I had not yet taken a "photo of the day" and b) the sad plate of food pictured above which quickly, and without much thought, became my photo subject. Heart-felt blog post tribute to the woman who birthed me? Sorry, Mom. Maybe the one I wrote last year can suffice?




Day 115: "Look What I Found, Mom!"

A little backyard treasure, discovered by my daughter. Our neighbors have a peach tree; I assume that's where this came from. Isn't it beautiful? So simple and yet, so complex: the potential for an entire tree, contained in the palm of a small child's hand. Miraculous!




Day 116: For The Birds

A bird house, a preschool craft, decorated by my beautiful, sweet, incredibly creative son. The birds have yet to inhabit it, but it is still one of my favorite things in the back yard.




Day 117: Confounding Creepy Crawly

As I was picking aphids off of my beloved green babies (aka, my vegetable garden) the other night, I came across this strange little creature. As I'd hate to dispose of a possibly beneficial insect, I let the little guy be. Still, for future purposes, I'd like to know: do any of you know WTF it is? Is it going to suck the life out of my plants?? I need to KNOW, people!




Day 118: Cinco de Mayo Feast

My husband loooooves to eat Mexican food and, lucky me, he also finds great pleasure in cooking the stuff! This past Thursday, he channeled that love into a delicious Cinco de Mayo feast. To drink: margaritas. Side dishes: homemade (spicy!) Mexican rice and mashed pinto beans. Main course: vegan "carnitas" tacos topped with tomatoes, avocado, spinach, and homemade salsa. YUM! (For the carnitas, Stephen followed (roughly) this recipe from the awesome blog, Vegan Dad. It was super tasty!) Thanks, Hubby!




Day 119: Date Night, Miyagi Sushi

Stephen and I had the best date night on Friday, starting out with dinner at Miyagi and finishing off with an incredibly entertaining comedy show at Laughs Unlimited. Above is the salad we consumed, feverishly (ohmygoditwassogoooood!), during dinner. Cucumbers, strawberries, seaweed, carrots, sesame seeds, and sunflower sprouts in some sort of vinegar based HEAVEN. Give. Me. More.


Bonus Photo!

The above photo is a bonus (how exciting!); I simply had to share how incredibly awesome these sushi rolls were. The roll on the left is the "Vegan Roll," filled with all sorts of yummy vegetables and wrapped in some fancy paper-thin soy thingy. Result? Deliciousness! The one on the left is called the "Tricky Nicky" or something along those lines. It's got asparagus tempura and sweet potato inside and is topped with avocado and some seriously tasty sauces. Need I say more? Get me back to Miyagi!




Day 120: This Photo Makes My Heart Feel All Bursty

The above photo was taken at Farm Sanctuary, located in Orland, CA. A full review of our trip to this beautiful farm is forth coming! Best Mother's Day ever!!! (Stephen had to work on the actual Mother's Day, so we celebrated on Saturday instead.)




Day 121: So Lucky To Be A Mama!

I snapped this photo with my camera phone* on the couch with my kiddos today. Gosh, those little monsters can drive me absolutely bonkers sometimes, but I wouldn't trade 'em for nothin'. Being a mom is the best thing that ever happened to me, hands down.

*Yes, my phone is ANCIENT, which explains the stellar quality of this photo.