I won’t forget the individuals I met that day at the pig save vigil and I continue to carry the experience with me.... Looking into the eyes of a pig who, an hour from now, will be dead gave me a new understanding. The pigs on the truck waiting to go into the slaughterhouse were all different–some had clearly given up, their eyes lifeless and tired. Some were yelling and fighting, not willing to give up just yet.
Hank (pig) and Luna (dog) at Uplands PEAK Sanctuary.
I’ve attended one vigil. The Save Movement has been holding vigils for
years with the goal of bearing witness, offering comfort and leading our
world to a more compassionate place.
My reasons for attending were simple. I want to be a better activist, better
able to amplify the voices of the marginalized.
But, as a human, of course my reasons were also more complicated.
You can think about numbers (or, you can at least try–math has never been my
strong suit!). We know that billions of sentient, feeling, curious and brave
animals are slaughtered every day so that humans can consume their bodies,
and the products that come from those genetically engineered, mutilated,
used-up bodies.
But what does this mean?
Petals living her best life at Uplands PEAK.
Looking into the eyes of a pig who, an hour from now, will be dead gave
me a new understanding. The pigs on the truck waiting to go into the
slaughterhouse were all different–some had clearly given up, their eyes
lifeless and tired. Some were yelling and fighting, not willing to give up
just yet.
“To every creature their own life is very dear” ~ Mahavira, Jain saint
As I spent time with the pigs I thought about my friends at Uplands PEAK
Sanctuary in Freedom, Indiana, who are every bit as bright, inquisitive, and
valuable as the beings on this horror truck.:
Petals, who we believe ran for her life from a small farm.
Isaac, who has mobility issues because his body was bred to be someone’s
dinner, but who thrives with individualized care and love.
Erica, who flops over on her side for a belly rub when one of us comes near.
And Hank, the small piglet who took a flying leap off a transport truck and
hit the jackpot, now spending his days rooting in the soil and napping with
his friends.
Allison and her canine life partner, Stellaluna.
I also thought about my Stellaluna at home, my best friend. Many of us
can relate to the deep and abiding love for a canine companion. Luna wakes
up each morning excited to be alive, to see what comes next. She gets
tangible, profound joy from a breeze full of mysterious smells. Lu has
taught me about being honest and true and positive. She is one of the most
beautiful souls I know.
In the ways that matter, Luna is no different from the individuals waiting
to go inside Park Packing.
I thought about our species which has worked so hard to become disconnected,
teaching our children that this is acceptable. Believing ourselves that this
is normal, natural and necessary.
This is not normal, natural or necessary.
I hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to watch my new friends
loaded off the truck: the small girl with the brown face who’d been resting
among her friends just minutes before; the pig with the eye injury; those
beings so desperate for the water and the kindness we’d provided.
We sang, and we chanted – to the animals and to the workers. We spoke in
English and in Spanish. The employees doing the dirty work are often people
with incredibly limited job prospects; slaughterhouse work is one of the
most dangerous types of employment, both physically and mentally.
When you spend your days slashing throats, what do you take home with you?
What we do to these beautiful, feeling individuals, we do to ourselves. I
believe we are seeing the output of this violent and corrupt system
throughout our communities and our country and our world.
Hank and Allison at Uplands PEAK
Whatever the word is that describes the feeling beyond helplessness is
what I felt.
If I’m honest, one of my reasons for attending the vigil was more selfish. I
am not a perfect person, although I’ve spent hours and days and years
wasting energy in the impossible quest for perfection. I knew that seeing
those individuals and experiencing profound helplessness would somehow keep
me from ever slipping out of veganism and into “ethical vegetarianism”
again.
Standing on the ground that cold Chicago morning, I felt the brokenness of
our world. And, yet, that feeling was strangely comforting. The mistakes of
the past are a waste of time. The only direction to face is forward. I let
go of the impossible quest.
I won’t forget the individuals I met that day and I continue to carry the
experience with me.
Allison Hess holds a Bachelor of Science in Animal Behavior from the University of Michigan, a Master’s degree in Education from Indiana University, and certification in plant-based nutrition from the T. Colin Campbell Center for Nutrition Studies. As a 2018 graduate of Main Street Vegan Academy, she speaks on the horrors of animal agriculture and offers services for folks transitioning towards vegan living. Allison is board president of Uplands PEAK Sanctuary, Indiana’s first sanctuary for formerly farmed animals. Allison has lived in Bloomington, Indiana for 20 years following geographical sabbaticals to Portland, Oregon and her hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. Website. Instagram: @allhess.
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