But now I know.
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| A lightbulb moment - the coeliac understands why she's vegetarian |
I shall give the weak one chance to escape. “Are you sure you want to be raising this
over this family breakfast / work lunch / Christmas Dinner while you’re all
eating bacon and sliced beef and rack of lamb?”
I shall offer, cracking my knuckles. Those that persist
are asking for it. So here it is.
My moment came because I used to walk to work through the
fields, along the edge of a meadow containing sheep. “Good morning!” I would fancifully call and, because they
got used to seeing me each day, they would greet me back and some would walk
along side as far as their enclosure allowed.
Now, I’m not a farm girl so it was a delightful surprise to
me when one morning a lamb appeared with them and, that evening, another. Over the coming days quite a picturesque
little group had collected. Have you
ever sat and watched lambs? They play
all the time. When they’re first born
they stay close to their mother, all timid and wobbly, but as the weeks go by
they get braver and more adventurous.
They make friends with the other lambs and go off to explore the
furthest reaches of their space, trying to climb on hay bales, falling off and
turning it into a leap so’s not to be embarrassed in front of their little lamb
mates. They are intrigued by a butterfly
landing and scared by loud sudden noises.
Watch them this year, they are adorable and hilarious.
Anyway, back to the vegetarian bit. One day, as I was coming back from work, the
mothers ran towards me, wailing. The
panic, the terror, rolled off them in waves.
“Whatever’s the matter?!” I
exclaimed and looked around for the lambs and not a one was to be seen. The lambs had been taken for slaughter.
The mothers walked along side me the whole way and I swear
they were crying. Even the ones who
normally didn’t pay me much attention joined us and walked along in silent
misery. I didn’t have anything to say to
them, but I knew this: I wanted no part
in their sadness. I couldn’t look them in the eye, could never travel this way
to work, if I’d sat down for a dinner of one of their children. It was a pivotal moment and I began wondering
why I’d ever thought it was okay.
Would you eat your pet dog?
And I don’t mean if you had to. I mean because he might be quite tasty and
you could have him served up with his ribs sticking up on your plate which you
could rip off and dip in bbq sauce? Or,
put him on a spit with a fruit in his mouth and invite your friends round to
see slivers of him sliced off and put in buns for you all to eat together in
the garden? If not, why not? Because dogs have a personality? Well, newsflash, so do the other animals, we
just don’t ever get to know them because we keep them imprisoned their whole
lives. In some countries it’s perfectly
acceptable to eat dogs.
I’ve read that a calf has the same awareness and
intelligence as a three or four year old human child. Think about that. Would you eat a three or four year old human
child? What’s the difference? Because their Mum and Dad would stop
you? Just like the cow tries to prevent
her calf being taken? Or because it’s wrong, fundamentally wrong, to kill and
eat a sentient being?
And what about disabled children, are they fine to eat? They might find it hard to defend themselves,
may find it impossible to communicate with us, so what, exactly, is the difference?
Why is that wrong, but another living creature is fair game?
Because we’ve been doing it for ages. Because we can. Because we don’t think about what we’re
doing.
There are lots of reasons to choose to be vegetarian, from
damage to the environment to effects on your health. These are just mine.
Whenever meat is in front of me, I’m transported to the
confused, terrified moments just before that creatures death. The smell of blood, the stink of fear, the cries of those further ahead on the conveyor belt. Do you think they don’t know what’s coming? Would your toddler?
And I remember those trapped mothers, crying
for their stolen children.
The question looms as it is so often asked; “So, why are you
a vegetarian?” Bring it on. “Why are you a meat-eater?”





















