A long time ago… I was visiting The Philippines, and there was a celebration. And they were going to kill a pig for this celebration.
Since I was a guest there, I guess they thought it would be a great idea for me to slit the pig’s throat to drain its blood. And upon much coaxing, they got me to the point where I was actually holding the butcher knife to the poor pig’s throat.
I couldn’t do it! The pig was squealing and crying the whole time!
And it was at this point in time that I questioned the whole process of killing animals for food. Just remembering this incident brings me to tears.
I just could never justify why some animals were killed for food and others were kept as pets. It just seemed like a hideous form of animal racism…