Meat is not murder
One of the arguments from the ‘meat is murder’ crowd is the killing of animals. It’s an argument that’s fuelled by our separation from nature and our deep-seated fear of death. We, I’m even including most meat eaters, heck, even most farmers, don’t want anything to do with the killing of the animals they consume.
We close our eyes, turn away, and let the slaughterhouses deal with it instead. That poor human that stands with the bolt gun in his hand, all day long, killing animal after animal so the meat eater can go to the store and pick up their shiny saran-wrapped package without having to be connected to the death of that animal (in theory anyway). But, when we do this, when we keep our eyes closed to not just the life, but the death of the animal, we are shortchanging ourselves and failing our responsibility as recipients of such gifts of nourishment.
We allow things to go on in the dark corners when they serve us. In fact, that’s what we encourage. I don’t believe that anyone (save a couple maniacs out there) would want an animal to be afraid, stressed, or to suffer in anyway. But we can’t just ‘not want that’. Wishing or hoping or great intentions are inactions no matter how virtuous the feeling. We have to work to create alternatives. In this case, I believe, our weirdness around death starts with ourselves.
As much as we like to live our lives pissing away our precious moments, thinking we will live forever, it just isn’t so. Facing reality isn’t scary, it’s enlivening! We are all part of this grand scheme that returns all living creatures to the soil and around and around we go. We are insignificant little blips that get a shot at doing some good while we’re here. Good isn’t protests. Good isn’t attacking other people. Good is in the active creation of an alternative to something that needs fixing. That’s it, that’s all we get.