I suspect a lot of people were chilled at the thought of so many farm animals mooing and bleating their way to slaughter. How many of us blanched at the picture of a huge pile of dead sheep, rotting in twisted repose in a giant trench in northern England? Here were Mary's little lambs, fleece as soiled as dirty snow, killed by the thousands and dumped by the bulldozer full in an effort to stem the disease's relentless advance. No manner of genteel language could hide what was happening: state-mandated murder on a scale that could justify the word holocaust.
Cattle and sheep are bred, born, and raised to die--fodder for billions of hungry human mouths. With vegan diets yet to catch on big-time, a cow's fate is sealed one way or the other. So what was it that tugged at our hearts? Was it the faces of so many ...
