Ten years ago today I walked into a bookstore and randomly flipped through a book. When I walked out an hour later, I didn’t realize it at the time but the course of my life was changed forever.
The book was called “Eating Apes” and it was about, among other things, people who eat great apes. The images in the book were disturbing and it brought me face to face with a lifelong hypocrisy that I had been ignoring. These animals were no different than me, but simultaneously no different than my dog or a pig, or any other animal for that matter.
Growing up on a farm, I saw animals die in front of me; pigs, cows and chickens. I heard their screams, watched them breathe their last breath, watched the blood drain from them, and watched their bodies get chopped into pieces. I learned what their bodies smelled like over a fire and what they tasted like.