Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Not Eating Animals




Not Eating Animals
All those years I never thought of you
I used my knife and fork to cut up your cooked flesh
And put it in my mouth as if it was food
Why didn’t I ask how life was for you?
Why didn’t your life matter as much as mine?
Why was I ok with most of us paying others to kill you?
Why didn’t I ask why killing animals was even a job for someone?
Now that I know what happens to you – the conditions you live with,
               Your fear and pain, the male chicks immediately killed,
               The male calves ripped away from their mother to become
               ‘veal’ and the females to become suppliers just like their mothers.
               Pregnant pigs in gestation cages without room to move.
All of this slaughter and cruelty just so I can have a hamburger (a cow
               had to be killed and ground up), chicken nuggets (a chicken had
               to be slaughtered and sliced up), bacon (a pig had to be drained of
               blood and cut up), cheese (a cow was not allowed to be a mother to
               her newborn – her baby was meant for us, not her)
I could no longer ignore these things.
I have always loved animals and I feel compassion for those living among us
who are disadvantaged both human and non-human animals.
So, after much soul-searching and finding out what I could eat that would not
               Be part of the exploitation and cruelty to other species that
               Share this planet with us, I became a vegan.
Now when I see dairy products, all I can think of is the sadness the mother cow feels
               When her baby is ripped away so we can consume the milk, the cheese, the
Ice cream, the creamer meant for her baby.
When I see the pieces of meat in the grocery store, all I can see is the clever
               Packaging designed so that we won’t think about how that meat from a
               Cow, a pig, a chicken, a duck ended up on that grocery shelf.
I have seen the truth
I have acknowledged my ignorance
I can never go back.








                                                                                     
                                                                               


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Day before Easter 2017 Vegan Ramblings

 April 15, 2017 - The day before Easter


Wow, it has been so long since I have posted! My excuses are flimsy except for the recent version which is that I have been very busy resisting the confusing policies, untruths, disrespects and lack of transparency of our new President. I guess you could say I am trying to do my part to protect our democracy and the tenets of our constitution.
So, my dedication to veganism has not waned, just gotten stronger every day. Being able to say that one way (3 times a day) I am not contributing to animal cruelty, climate change or the downfall of my health gives me a happiness that permeates every part of my existence. Speaking of this, please note the 2 delicious plates of food above. This was my dinner this evening. On the left was a romaine/kale, almonds, hemp seed, tomato, onion, orange, dried cranberries salad with Italian dressing. The plate on the right is my version of enchiladas - black beans sauteed with onions, red peppers and garlic for the filling. Corn tortillas are crisped up on a grill, then the layers begin in a 9X13 pan. First a layer of tortillas, then the black bean mixture and a sprinkling of daiya cheese (or sometimes I make my own cashew cheese sauce), then a layer of tortillas, then another sprinkling of 'cheese' on the top. Cover it all with an enchilada sauce. This time I used a green sauce for variety. Bake for 20 minutes and grab a beer and you are set to go. YUM!

One of the best things that has happened lately has been the proliferation of vegan meal gatherings. These are so good  for moral support, connecting with new friends, sharing ideas and eating all kinds of delicious vegan food. The newest one is a local vegan meetup. The events are mostly once a month. Some of them have been potlucks and others trips to restaurants. Sometimes there are speakers, some of whom tell a story of how going vegan saved their life. One of my favorite people in the meetup community is a vegan chef. He offers recipes, cooking tips and such a passion for cooking vegan. Another favorite of mine is a friend who now works for PETA. Her dedication and fearlessness in advocating for animals is always so inspiring. Just being around her makes my day better.

My last words for this post will be a funny story about the last vegan meetup at a local Mexican restaurant. I had not been to it before, but knew that the food served there was favorably reviewed and the ambiance urban and hip. There were 25 of us at this one pretty much filling up 1/2 of the restaurant. Since the menu included lots of Mexican dishes made with crispy tofu instead of meat protein, a majority of us ordered something with the crispy tofu. The funny part happened after the meal was over. One of the waiters starting chatting with us and asked if we were a vegan group. Once he found out we were, he told us he ran a video game drop-in down in his basement for friends etc and he always served vegan food. So, the funny part of the story was that when he took all our orders to the kitchen sort of at the same time, the chef/cooks said 'whoa'  and asked him if all his friends came to the restaurant at the same time because of all the tofu orders. We all had a good chuckle over that one. Needless to say, we invited him to get on our mailing list!!!!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

"Elephants Among Us" - Review of book about 2 performing elephants

 
When I knew I would be writing a review of this book for the People for Animal Rights Newsletter, I saw it as an opportunity to learn more about elephants and how they are affected by being kept in captivity. I was unprepared for the feelings of awe for these majestic creatures and the feelings of horror about the way that they are treated. Elephants are unique, grand and intelligent animals. They have powerful memories and experience the highs and lows of emotion. Their very nature, trainability and human curiosity have made them victims of exploitation and cruelty for human profit. I think everyone should read this book to be educated and maybe even be motivated to work on behalf of wild animals in captivity.
 
Elephants Among Us – Two Performing Elephants in 20th Century America by M. Jaynes published by Earthbooks in 2013.

Elephants Among Us is a well-written and heart-breaking story about the lives and cruel and senseless deaths of Stoney and Mary - two performing elephants. The book begins with Stoney. He was born in captivity in 1973 and was purchased by a couple that made their living by training elephants and booking them for county fairs and circuses.  Training methods included food deprivation, isolation and the use of a bull hook. The elephant Stoney learned all his tricks and began performing in 1977.  However, his owner’s lack of attention to his needs resulted in USDA violations regarding Stoney’s environment and physical and emotional condition. Then on September 23, 1994 while performing at the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, Stoney cried out and dropped to his knees having torn a tendon and leaving him unable to perform. After that, he lived in almost total isolation behind the Luxor Hotel and suffered a lot of pain and loneliness despite some efforts to restore him to health. Animal welfare advocates eventually got involved but Stoney died in August 1995 before he could be moved to a sanctuary. 

The next story about Mary is shorter since there were fewer records available. Mary was about 30 years old in 1916 when she arrived in Kingsport, Tennessee and became an attraction in a local circus act. The circus owners hired an inexperienced and unfamiliar man to be the elephant trainer. Despite the fact that this man feared Mary, the trainer rode on her in a procession to the watering hole where the elephants could drink and play. On the path, Mary spotted a piece of fruit on the ground. Even though she was whacked with a poker, Mary was determined to eat the fruit. Then, as the book states,  “Mary wrapped her trunk around him, plucked him off her back, and slammed him into a wooden drink stand.” The trainer was crushed to death and the locals cried out for Mary to be put down. On September 13, 1916, Mary was hung from a railroad crane in front of a large crowd.

 

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Post.....What??

It has been so long since I posted. Not on Facebook any more, so had the urge to put something out there......... Changed my profile picture - love this one of our dog when he was a puppy - Angus McFergus McTavish Dundee - "Angie" for short. He was our crazy little brother who could sing with the high notes on a recorder, chase us around our house island and never tire, play hide and seek, steal and hoard chocolate cupcakes on a regular basis, and lick our faces when we were sad. I realize that my love of animals was strengthened by having lived with a wild wire haired fox terrier. When the time finally came in my life to be educated on the abuses that humans inflict on animals, some pet animals, and some raised and killed for our food, I was ready to listen. I'm not sure why I didn't get the picture before - denial?, too busy to listen? ignorance? It's funny, but as I look back, I never liked bloody rare meat or the tendons I saw on a chicken leg or the animal parts inside the turkey. It bothered me, but it didn't stop me from eating meat. Now that I am a vegan and have walked through the door to the other side, I look back through and clearly remember those queasy feelings of distaste around animal flesh, bones and body parts. I am so glad that I no longer have to deal with any of that - have learned how to eat a balanced diet without killing. The compassionate lifestyle is now one that I can call mine.

Monday, February 9, 2009


Vegetable StandStop paying taxes? Escape to the woods? Sit in? Why not go vegetarian instead?By Stefany Anne Golberg
By Stefany Anne Golberg

“Is it not a reproach that man is a carnivorous animal? True, he can and does live, in a great measure, by preying on other animals; but this is a miserable way — as anyone who will go to snaring rabbits, or slaughtering lambs, may learn…Whatever my own practice may be, I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals....” — Henry David Thoreau, Walden
In 1845, Henry David Thoreau set off on a lone journey into the woodlands owned by his friend Ralph Waldo Emerson. He wanted to know if living more simply, in closer proximity to nature, would make him a better person, and if being a better, simpler person was the path to creating a better society. Walden is a unique and pioneering work in civil disobedience. But Thoreau’s two years in the woods were part of late-18th- and 19th-century America’s many experiments with alternative ways of life. All over the United States, people were living guinea pigs of their own idealism. Wacky communes espousing everything from free love to chastity sprouted up from Massachusetts to Texas. These eccentric communities shared one fundamental creed: that self-improvement, self-discovery, and self-fulfillment were essential to achieving a better society. At a time when the Western world was being swallowed by industrial smokestacks, and men, women, and children toiled away in nightmarish working conditions, Utopian community leaders went back to the basics, namely, the power of the individual to control his own destiny and do good, often in opposition to the mainstream. It’s no surprise, then, that diet was considered central to radical self-improvement. Vegetarianism was honored as the most radical diet of them all.
Vegetarian ideas figured prominently in 19th-century intellectual circles. Though practicing vegetarians remained outside the mainstream, as they do today, vegetarianism itself was intriguing, its arguments compelling. Thoreau, for instance, was not a strict vegetarian, but he did believe that the vegetarian diet was “the destiny of the human race.” Not because animals were cute and fuzzy and therefore ought to be saved from brutality, but because they were dirty and difficult and expensive. “The practical objection to animal food in my case was its uncleanness,” he wrote in Walden, “and besides, when I had caught and cleaned and cooked and eaten my fish, they seemed not to have fed me essentially. It was insignificant and unnecessary, and cost more than it came to. A little bread or a few potatoes would have done as well, with less trouble and filth.” You can stand around in the forest, waiting to spear, skin, and roast a bunny for your next meal, but…why?
Thoreau’s views on meat-eating were no doubt influenced by his friend and fellow Transcendentalist Amos Bronson Alcott. In the early 1840s, around the time Thoreau decided to traipse about Walden Pond, Alcott formed a vegan utopian commune in Harvard called Fruitlands. As you can guess by the name, Alcott’s community was much less tentative about vegetarianism’s essential place in an ideal world. “Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps,” he wrote. In Fruitlands, the garden was all that was needed to sustain and bring one closer to prelapsarian days, when animals and people lived harmoniously. Eden or not, vegetables took less time to prepare, and had the advantage of liberating women from kitchen labor. Of course, without the use of animal labor, the 14 residents of Fruitlands had to toil all the more on their communally owned property. The fact that they renounced animal fats as a means of light and heat meant they often lived and worked in dark and cold. Because Alcott thought trade was a form of labor exploitation, Fruitlands aimed to be self-sufficient through subsistence farming. Yet the commune lacked the economic sustainability of more ingenious Utopian societies like the Shakers and the Perfectionists at Oneida, for whom design, craft, and trade were the backbone of their longevity. The Fruitlands experiment failed after seven months, about the time it took for the weather to chill.
Vegetarians kept on trying. Not many associate the ascetic cracker that bears his name with radicalism, but Alcott’s friend Sylvester Graham was about as radical a vegetarian as they come. For this Presbyterian minister and his rabid followers (who called themselves Grahamites), the Graham cracker wasn’t a treat for kiddies, a vehicle for burnt marshmallows. It was a symbol of righteousness and the power of the people. In his “Defence of the Graham System of Living” which he dedicated to the “Rising Generation,” the vegetarian diet was thought of as a means to curb misery and disease, primarily rampant in cities. Most importantly, it was a tool that any individual could employ to better his or her lot:
The system of a simple [vegetable] diet…strikes at the root of all evil, and is an experiment which may be tried with success, not alone by nations, but by small societies, families, and even individuals.
He then claims that had the masses of Paris sated their hunger with vegetables instead of blood, they would never have supported Robespierre, the force behind the Reign of Terror. Whether or not the French can ever become passive vegetarians cleansed of their innate bloodlust, the basic premise of what a vegetarian diet could offer remained: a personal, incremental, nonviolent revolution.
These more puritanical ideologues — and the thinkers they influenced — who promoted vegetarianism on the grounds of health and cleansing rather than taste may seem unsympathetic to most 21st-century Americans. They were unsympathetic to most 19th-century Americans. But it’s worth bearing in mind that vegetarianism, at its roots, was not considered a simple dietary choice; it was an act of civil disobedience. Alcott spearheaded the strategy of tax evasion as a means of opposition to war and slavery, the same strategies Thoreau wrote about in Civil Disobedience. He was a dissident of the first degree — an outspoken abolitionist, promoter of women’s rights, and educational reformer. His vegetarianism was not just a natural extension of these values; it was his reformist ideals put into practice. One individual was not going to single-handedly end slavery, but could easily live a life that practiced nonviolence and equality.
Control over one’s own body is the most rudimentary freedom, and using diet as a means both of social cohesion and freedom from the mainstream has been a part of independent communities for thousands of years, from Judaism to the Nation of Islam. In 1995, when he was 34, Dexter Scott King, son of Martin Luther King, Jr., visited the comedian Dick Gregory at his vegan health spa in the Bahamas. He came to feel that veganism gave him “a higher level of awareness and spirituality”, and he has been a strict vegan ever since. For Dexter Scott King, like his 19th-century counterparts, abstaining from meat is a clear extension of his father’s principles of nonviolence. He even converted his mother, the great Coretta Scott. And so Thoreau’s Civil Disobedience, so influential to the young Martin Luther King, Jr.’s own ideas on freedom, continues on 160 years later. "There is a connection between how you have life and how you treat others," Dexter Scott King said told Vegetarian Times back in ’95. "It starts with the individual."
As vegetarianism grows in popularity, vegetarians remain America’s kooks and outsiders. Even Thoreau, who now is considered a giant of American letters, was a kook in his lifetime. In Emerson’s eulogy, he chided Thoreau for allowing his friends to fish him out of jail by paying his taxes, calling him “the captain of a huckleberry party.” But he also knew that big ideas had to fail for a long time before they succeed. “The scale on which his studies proceeded was so large as to require longevity,” he wrote, “the country knows not yet…how great a son it has lost.” So while America’s kooks are doomed to failure, they are often its greatest experimenters. Even as they fail, vegetarians continue to promote ideals that most Americans share: the power of the individual to be radical, to be disobedient, to change the world. I salute you, kooks and outsiders, glorious failures, O Captains of huckleberry parties. Fail on. • 26 Monday 2009

Stefany Anne Golberg is an artist, writer, musician, and professional dilettante. She's a founding member of the art collective Flux Factory and lives in New York City.