Hi all, this is going to be a long post and the subject I have been aching to talk about may be emotional and complex.
Every summer I would spend it, 3 months, at my grandparents in the village. They do not have a farm as it is understood in the English speaking world, but they have a large garden with vegetables and another with free rooming chicken, they have a pig pen and they feed them a combination of grains, different plants and leftovers from our meals (including meats), they had a cow that would go with the heard in the morning in the field and come back at night and be milked (there was a headsmen who practically took care of the entire village’s cows). And maybe some geese who were all day wondering through the fields and village and they would know to come back home at night on their own. And this is what every family had and still has (but it is fading away, I will talk more about this).
Going back to the topic of killing animals… I watched a lot of anti vegan videos, and at least in the English speaking world I see that people are shocked through factory farming videos into veganism, and they are totally disconnected from the act of killing an animal. All my childhood I knew and saw how my parents and grandparents killed the chicken and pig I have on my plate, I helped them milk the cow.
People in the west may say I have been raised a killer…
Well I want to share a childhood story: I had this favorite young chicken with gray and white feathers, and I would chase it and catch it and cuddle it. And I was a child… as I played with it a accidentally broke it’s leg. I felt sorry for it… I fed him extra tat day for him to recover faster. The next day I did not see him in the yard. And as I eat my chicken I asked grandma where is my favorite chicken… she told me he is in my plate, she put it out of his pain. I was shocked and stopped eating. I bet many of you think that I threw out the meat I eat and I never eat meat again… No !! The next second I realized something, I should never play and get attached to food, I resumed eating my favorite chicken and I never played with animals after that.
Now many of you may think that I am cold person twords animal… No I still like animals, but not those that I know are food, I am shocked when I see factory farming or any form of cruelty against animals for food; because it is unnecessary.
This is becoming to long… Since going more carnivore I have been thinking of killing my own food, right now we still get chicken from my grandparents and just last week I have helped them butcher some chicken… but I have never actually did the killing myself. I say I want this because I think it is necessary to man up regarding our food. Of course you should be kind and gentle twords animals for food, but also you should not let yourself be ignorant about the way food is brought to your table.
Why is the west in a state in witch children grow ignorant of this part of life and end up having a distorted and hypocritical view on the act of killing animals ? I was not encouraged or denied the opportunity to see the killing of animals by my parents, parents today shield their kids from way to much. I was left to make my own conclusions about what I saw.