A 2-Minute Incident Made Me Permanently Stop Eating Meat After 20 Years
This article isn’t about eating or stopping meat though
Binding the thrashing hoofs with nylon strings, the butcher pulled out a whetstone.
As he scraped the knife, it glinted menacingly in the sunlight — and the kid’s pupils dilated in terror.
Yanking its head back, he sliced open the goat’s throat in one fluid stroke.
As thick blood sprayed over the whetstone, its ear-murdering bleating waned into silence.
But my inner bleating grew deafening — until it shattered the morbid reverie.
Never in my 22 years on Earth had a slaughter affected me this deeply.
In 2 minutes, a hay-munching cute goat kid had its life violently stolen—to appease my privileged taste buds and fulfill my protein “needs”
Even recounting the memory brings furious tears to my eyes.
Well before my conscious self realized it, my subconscious had made the decision.
