Why I went vegan
June 8th, 2009What really did it was the cat, but I think it started before that. I remember, when I was little, asking my parents why we ate animals. When you are really small, you just see food, but as you get older you start to wonder about all the cute little farm animals you learn about in elementary school. I remember making the connection between the burger on my plate and cute cows. My parents assured me that people were meant to eat animals, that’s why they were here, and it was just the way it had to be. People needed to eat meat in order to be healthy. I believed what I was told, just as my parents did, and quickly pushed the question from my mind.
Later on, my friend went vegetarian, and I was worried about her health. She later went vegan and continued to thrive on the diet. I still worried and wondered what on earth she could possibly eat if she didn’t eat animal products. What was left? Grass? I certainly could never do that. I didn’t even like tofu.
She later lent me some of her Animal Rights newsletters, but I didn’t believe them. After all, everyone knew that AR groups were biased. They obviously took the very worst cases of animal agriculture, the exceptions to the rule, and published those as if they were the norm. They had an agenda and couldn’t be trusted.
So I continued to eat whatever I wanted. I worked hard. I deserved it; right? My friend went out to the food court with me, and I remember eating a chocolate chip cookie. I asked her if she “could have” one, and she said it wasn’t vegan. So I ate it in front of her. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I thought she was a little self righteous.
When I went home, I complained to my husband about how annoying I found her veganism. After all, I reasoned, people didn’t WANT to hurt animals, but sometimes it was necessary. No one wanted to be cruel, but people obviously needed to eat animal products. Animal testing was a necessary evil, because we needed to test on animals in order to develop cures for human diseases. My husband, playing devil’s advocate, said that was the same reasoning the Nazis used to justify vivisecting the Jews. I told him, “That’s different. They didn’t have the right.” My husband said, “Do we?” I poo-pooed him and promptly “forgot” about it.
Later that same night, I flipped through the channels and stopped on a story about a cat. THE cat. Her name was Scarlet. Books have been written about her, but her story that night was really very simple. She was burned badly in the fire, but despite that, she went back in for her kittens. Again. And again. Her paws were hurt, her fur singed, and her ears were practically burned off. But she kept going back until she brought every single kitten to safety. She was a hero.
So I ate my dinner while watching tv and wondered. Why was it okay to hurt animals for the good of humans? Didn’t Scarlet prove that animals could be just as heroic? I thought about what my husband had said about rights but quickly put it out of my mind.
After that night, I couldn’t eat meat anymore without getting sick. When I’d take a bite, I’d see a vision of burned and bleeding Scarlet. I was eating the dismembered body of an animal. It was disgusting.
I still didn’t want to give up meat. All my life, I’d wanted to fit in. I never wanted to be different or stand out. I didn’t WANT to be vegetarian. I LIKED eating meat. To my everlasting shame, I tried to ignore my conscience and continue eating meat. Fortunately, my body had more ethics than my mind, and I was forced to stop.
I looked up animal agriculture on the Internet. I researched what happened to the animals we use for food. I tried to find nonbiased sources. The AR sites all said that the animals were horribly treated in “factory farms” but I wanted to find out what the animal farmers themselves said. I wanted to hear their side of the story. Sadly, most animals were raised intensively and treated as “tools of production” instead of living creatures. Profit almost ALWAYS came before compassion.
I gave up eating flesh, but I continued to use eggs, honey, and dairy. After all, those things didn’t require that an animal die to produce them. Technically that was correct, but really it was a lie. Egg laying chickens lived in tiny cages in long metal sheds by the hundreds. Their bones became brittle from intensive egg laying. Their bones broke. They died, but more chickens just replaced them. How could anyone say an egg was NOT meat?
Dairy cows only produce milk if they have a baby, and if the baby is male it’s sold for veal. In order to continue making milk, cows must be kept continuously pregnant, doomed to have their babies taken from them. If they have female babies, they’re still separated early so that humans can drink their mother’s milk. The veal industry wasn’t possible without the dairy industry. Every glass of milk had blood in it.
So I stopped consuming those things: eggs, dairy- even honey. Why take the bee’s foodsource for myself when it was easy enough to simply use other sweeteners? I wasn’t against the use of animals as long as they were treated humanely, but that obviously didn’t happen as often as I wanted to believe.
Most animal foods came from intensive farming methods (factory farming), but even small family farms killed animals for profit. That was the whole point. Animals were sold for meat. Dairy cows were impregnated only to have their babies and the products of their bodies taken from them. After their bodies start to decay or their profitability goes down, their final degradation is to be killed and sold for their skin and low quality hamburger meat.
I began seeing things in a different light. All that death and suffering, and for what? Just because humans think animals taste good? I started going on the Internet, sharing recipes, blogging, and trying to raise awareness. I started seeing the correlation between our attitude toward non human animals and our attitude towards other human beings. I became more aware of Human Rights because of my research into Animal Rights.
Today, I blog weekly, write, and distribute literature about veganism, Animal Rights, and Modern Human Slavery. I read labels. I try to do what I think is right in every aspect of my life. I make mistakes every day, but I do the best that I can. I certainly can’t hold myself up as a perfect example, but I do feel like I’m a better person today than I was before I went vegan. It’s not difficult to stop eating meat. I thought it would be. I was a self professed “carnivore,” but it wasn’t hard. Leaving out other animal products was just one more step.
Unless you have some extreme dibilitating disease or iive somewhere with a food scarcity, there is no reason to eat animal products except for taste. Most of us have loved an animal, whether it was a dog, cat, or bird. We’ve recognized individuality in someone of another species. Including non human animals in our circle of compassion isn’t just “a nice thing to do.” It’s a moral imperative. And that means we need to stop eating them. We need to stop wearing their skins, testing our products on them, or breeding them for profit while killing millions of them for not being profitable enough.
Most of us say we are against animal cruelty. We need to live our values in our everyday lives, with everything we say, everything we buy, everything we don’t, and every action we take. If we truly believe it’s wrong to harm animals, we need to say it with more than words. We need to live it.
