A Deadly Mouthful article Published
Bravo to the Editors of Your Local Journal (YLJ) and Your Local West Island Journal for publishing my article, A Deadly Mouthful, on the dangers of eating horsemeat. Read the saved article here, or the entire journal here (note: link may get outdated or replaced with latest issue.)
It’s an emotional topic, and they were flexible enough to accommodate its length by presenting it in two Parts (see May Equine Awareness on page 17 of their previous issue)… Since I wanted to highlight the dangers for human consumers of horse meat, I didn’t touch on the many other issues related to horse abuse and slaughter; it’s a complex subject in a culture which, sometime in the late 20s, began to view horses as meat (primarily as dog food) even as they were celebrated as brave companions and help-mates in film, art, and literature. Yet there are as many caring and responsible horse owners out there as there are abusers, and, as I suggested in an earlier post, sometimes you don’t know you’re wearing blinders until someone gently pulls them off you and you feel the indentions from the straps that limited your vision (that’s what happened to Velma Johnston, and that’s what happened to me). It’s a St-Paul-on-the-road-to-Damascus sort of epiphany. I am very grateful to YLJ for affording me yet another venue to champion horses’ safety, and, in this case, human safety as well.
I just read an exceptional description of our relationship to animals on the CHDC blog:
We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate for having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein do we err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travails of the earth. ~Henry Beston