Look closely, and you will see two ancient languages on the kill floor: the language of fear, and the language of care.
Incredibly touching and moving!
I’m positive, if each of us worked for just one day at a chicken, or cow, or pig, or sheep, or turkey farm, we each would come away with horrendous stories of how the animals are abused physically and mistreated spiritually. I question myself constantly how it is possible to have hundreds of restaurants and dozens of supermarkets within five minutes of my home and all are well stocked with every seafood item or meat product one could want.
Back in the day, when folks needed to grow their own meat and vegetables, it seemed right and logical that they would produce and butcher their own animals. It even seemed responsible. With the growth of our societies and cities, we have no say it how our food is grown or raised. It is something to ponder as we swing our shopping carts toward the meat department and then hurry off to collect the kids from school.
Thank you for sharing your story. I do care!
Dear Wayne - This is so moving. You’re the force of nature that will turn the tide. Know we are with you and the world will know your name.
Wayne, your words remind me of this...https://www.npr.org/2017/08/20/544861933/how-one-man-convinced-200-ku-klux-klan-members-to-give-up-their-robes
Ah, I am (again) moved to tears by your words.
This essay hit different. Amazing though succinct.