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In our western countries,
the Animal Industries do well out us - each of us eats 21,000 of their
victims over the average lifetime. Just
in that one, frightening statistic it’s obvious that the ‘no-use-animal’
principle should be taken seriously.
Those observing vegan principles, out of a horror at what’s happening, stay clean, stay clear of it, even if it means isolating ourselves socially.
We aren’t liked for our
non-omnivorousness since we deliberately disassociate ourselves from our
friends and family. And all because of
different eating habits.
Luckily for us this is not the 1940s, when veganism made its first appearance. It’s seventy years later now, and people are
so much better informed and less freaked out when they meet a vegan. There may be more vegans now, but not many more,
and we are still scattered thinly across the globe. For me, the up-side is that my fellow comrades, by sharing my boycott, make me feel less abnormal. Nevertheless it’s not pleasant being
misunderstood by just about everybody else, and it’s particularly unpleasant being left
out in the cold socially. Poor us!!
But we’ve got nothing to complain about when we compare what
we have to endure with what ‘domesticated animals’ go through. Imagine what it must be like for them, to feel so utterly abandoned. They only have us to fight for them. I’ve often wondered what their mental state
must be like, knowing on some level that
the only purpose to their life is being a slave to another being.
It’s as if Nature had allowed humans to take and enslave her
gentlest creatures, thereby showing us
how spiritually reprehensible slavery is when we eat the animals we enslave and
kill. Vegans today can’t expect friends
to agree with them. So, perhaps some of us have got a few problems
with omnivores; it’s hard to ignore the
difference in approach. We have
different values to them and because we think they’re better values we can’t
help feeling ‘better-than’, and that
makes for difficulties. We act out our
differences every single day and they can’t be fudged or swept under the
carpet.
Omnivores don’t think twice about getting together socially
and ‘eating-animals’ together. They
understandably don’t like talking about food when it gets ethical.
If vegans mix socially with omnivores, whenever food’s involved, there’s a hint of awkwardness. We often hear the same sort of apology, “Sorry you can’t eat this” (you’ll notice they
often use the word ‘can’t’ not ‘don’t’!). Perhaps they’d like to say, “Sorry that we’re eating your friends”, but they don’t.
The fact is, there’s
such a gulf between them and us. It might
not surface, but we all now it’s there. Not much of a problem for them but for us, we need to be able to absorb this. Not get too uptight about it. We have to adjust, accordingly.
If there’s an event ‘with-food’, you might hear, “Oh, I’ve
just remembered you’re a vegan” (carefully mispronounced vayg’n) and they’ll
expect us to enjoy the standing joke with them. It happens everywhere, whether at work or with mates or with family, even with ‘fellow’ vegetarians.
For us, for me at
least, the rarity of bumping into a simpatico
person makes me feel very alone. But
living here in a big city, at least I know
I can be with another (preferably likeable) vegan. It’s much harder for those living in small
rural communities. The social isolation
of being vegan can lead me to get very negative in my thinking, about omnivores
in general. I notice that I can dislike
their attitude to animal-use and go on from there to value-judge them. I’m often tempted to get into a quarrel, even sacrifice a friendship, to gratify my urge to hit out when I’m riled,
just to ease my own inner tension.
The truth is that I find myself disliking omnivores for what
they do, not just because they eat
animals but because they don’t care that they do. But that’s as much my problem for judging them
as it is theirs for being the way they are. So here I am, keyed up, trying not to be too obsessed or judgemental …
but I’m aware that I still can’t move forward; it feels like driving through sludge with the
hand brake on.
As a vegan I know I play a difficult game, especially when I want approval. And yet, for all that, my gut-drive is towards actively advocating
for the animals. My first priority is to
support them and argue with anyone who dares to talk with me about it for the
case of liberating them.
When I do get it right, communication-wise, when I think I’ve got my message across and
people seem to agree with me, it feels
great. It works best when there’s agreement without there being any bad
feelings. But often, I discover I haven’t really succeeded, because nothing actually happens. Perhaps I was less trying to pass on useful information
and more trying to win a convert. So, I
fail, and why? Because it didn’t happen, they didn’t follow through. They agreed, they even had good intentions, but the practical reality trumped all of that.
It’s a curious phenomenon that people do
intend to do things but once started, the
inspiration fades too quickly. It isn’t
kept up.
If you feel moved, inspired, outraged, and then say to yourself that you’re going to
DO something, but end up not doing it, what happens? It’s like breaking a promise to yourself. You begin to doubt any future good intentions
that there might be.
Someone intending to ‘go vegan’ thinks to themself, “I was so passionate about it one day, but cool about it the next”.
When it comes to such a fundamental thing as food and meals
and diet and eating habits, we are all
so set in our ways. One of the things we
most associate with, being a grown up, is that we have the right to eat what we like
and spend our money as we please. Each free-willed individual upholds their
right to live as they like. So vegans, in terms of just food, face a mass unwillingness because what we’re
suggesting is so contrary to habit - the problem being the non-vegan’s stubbornness
to give up some of their comforts. They’ll
resist anything uncomfortable. ‘Going
vegan’ seems, to the outsider, a very uncomfortable prospect. You have to start out by having passion for it.
Therefore, it has to be strong enough to carry you safely across old, die-hard habits.