Non-Vegan ‘Food' & Child Pornography: A former victim of child sexual abuse
makes a screaming plea for help
By: Ann Onymous
Part 1 – Introduction
Being a vegan in a non-vegan society makes me feel like I'm surrounded by kiddie
porn watchers everywhere I go. I know that on the one hand these non-vegans are
innocent, because they grew up in a culture which brainwashed them into thinking
the imprisonment and murder of animals is ok. And so I forgive them, for they
know not what they do. But on the other hand I know they are guilty, because of
their compassionless complicity in horrible crimes (such as what you see in the
12 minute “Meet Your Meat” video:
So even as I forgive them, even as I count some of them as my loved ones, even
as I am awed and inspired by some of them for their otherwise compassionate
hearts and ethical enlightenment, I nonetheless fear them, distrust them, and am
saddened to the core by them – just as you would be if 99% of the people you
knew watched child pornography.
That's right; I said what you thought I said. Kiddie porn. Child pornography.
That horrible thing. In my view, eating meat or food that comes from the bodies
of farmed animals is like watching child pornography. When a person consumes
child porn, they don't abuse children directly but they contribute to the
economic demand which drives that abuse to occur (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_pornography ). So it is with eating
animal products. When a person consumes dairy or meat or eggs, they don't abuse
animals directly but they contribute to the economic demand which drives that
abuse to occur. Neither ‘food' from animals nor child porn would be available to
purchase if there weren't people out there willing to pay for them.
A harsh analogy? Perhaps. But only because most non-vegans are oblivious of
certain facts. Fact 1: The lives of farmed animals are as horrible as the
mainstream conception of hell. Fact 2: Farmed animals are very similar to us
emotionally (see the film “The Emotional World of Farm Animals”:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8312987796490958256 ). Fact 3: Each
of these individual animals has its own personality. (People with dogs know that
no two dogs are alike. People with cats know that no two cats are alike. But few
people realize that the same is true for cows, etc.) So despite that the eating
habits of non-vegans help to cause grotesque suffering, the fact of their
ignorance makes their hearts somewhat innocent. This is unlike a child porn
watcher, who knows that what he/she does is wrong, but just doesn't care enough
And so even though I would say that unnecessarily choosing to eat animal
products is as great a crime as watching child porn, I would not say that an
ignorant non-vegan is as unethical a human being as a child porn watcher. But
once a non-vegan knows the horrors that farmed animals suffer and continues to
choose to be non-vegan, it's hard for me to see them as any better than a child
porn watcher. Yes, the desire to masturbate to images of children is itself an
inherently sick desire, whereas the desire to eat things you find tasty is not
sick, but I'm not comparing kiddie porn watchers and informed non-vegans in
terms of how sick their desires are. I'm comparing them in terms of their lack
of compassion and their degree of responsibility for the existence of horrific
abuse. Perhaps we can call this a sickness of the heart.
But how dare I compare mere animal abuse to the sexual abuse of human children!?
I dare to because I was a sexually abused child for over five years. It's my
experience, and so it's my prerogative to use it to make this comparison. (Yet
it should be noted that this child porn analogy is only directed at people who
can feasibly choose veganism. There are those for whom veganism is not an
accessible choice. I'll discuss this later on.)
I believe that I as a sexually abused child had it far better than a typical
farmed animal does. Because at least for me there was good mixed with the bad.
Besides abuse and neglect, my childhood had more love and fun and cuddles and
play and happiness than the average child. And despite the abuse in early life,
I was able to grow up, move away from the abusive situation, get some therapy,
and have a chance at healing, happiness, and life. But for farmed animals,
torture, pain, and misery fill their lives minute by minute, day by day, until
it all ends in painful terrifying murder. They never get a chance to heal, to be
happy, or to live an existence worthy of the term ‘life'.
Part 2 – My story
For the most part I've been able to ‘get over' what happened to me. I actually
enjoy life now. The typical day for me is a good day, and even my bad days are
not all that bad. Not only am I no longer suicidal, but I even hope to live to
about 100 because there is so much in life I want to accomplish and enjoy. Yet
despite all the healing I've done, I still verbally abuse myself. In the running
monologue within our minds, we all say negative things towards ourselves at
times. But the things I say to myself seem to be much more abusive than what
others say to themselves. Things like “I hate you”, “You're the worst person
alive”, “I'm going to fucking kill you”.
Because why else would those who love you fail to protect you even as you
screamed in fear and pain again and again everyday? Only if you were the worst
person in the world would something like this make sense. And what does the
worst person in the world deserve? To be hated; to be killed.
Sadism. When you encounter this in your life you learn a sick secret about
humanity that you wish you could forget. To know that there are people out there
who get pleasure from your pain, who will enjoy causing it and witnessing it, is
one of the biggest mindfucks possible. It doesn't matter if the pleasure they
get from it is emotional or sexual – a sadist is a sadist. It's all equally
terrifying and mind-breakingly bewildering. That anyone could react to your
screams of fear and pain and your pleas for mercy by smiling in satisfaction,
laughing in amusement, or cumming in orgasm – any of these will stab a knife
into and disfigure your view on humanity, the world, life. Seen up close, it
becomes so clear that sadism is sick; frighteningly, dangerously sick. It
becomes so clear, even to a child, that a sadist is just the complete opposite
of what we need human beings to be if we want the species to survive – beings
who respond to the pain of others with compassion rather than glee. To encounter
a sadist is to learn that some people's hearts are upside down.
Knowing this hurts. Knowing this so young makes you feel like your mind is
bleeding, bleeding so profusely that you nearly drown in it and are in a
constant state of exhaustion from treading to keep your head afloat. And then
there's the fear of having to live with a sadist who is disguised as a regular
human being. Like being haunted by a ghost only you can see and that nobody else
believes in. Seeing how he blends in during social situations you might start to
wonder how many other human beings are secretly like him. It is chilling to
And you're left screaming. Screaming and screaming. And yelling, begging:
“Don't!” “No!” “Stop!” “Leave me alone!” Or, to be more accurate: “DOOOOON'T!!!”
“NOOOOOOOO!!!” “STOOOOOP!!!” “LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!” For hours. Hours. Multiple
screams per minute. Multiple pleas per mercy. There are adults within earshot.
They hear you. They don't come. They don't help. They used to try to, but gave
up on that years ago. Sometimes they yell up the stairs, “Stop playing so rough
with your sister!” But just as often they yell, “Ann, stop screaming! I can't
hear myself think!”
Don't play so rough.
Oh, is that what we're doing? Playing? Because I thought this was torture. But I
guess I'm wrong. It's only play. It's only a game. Nothing to scream about. You
fucking pathetic whining crybaby. Smile shut the fuck up and play along.
He uses his hands to cause pain to any and every conceivable spot on your body,
including your pressure points and sexual areas. It makes you scream. It makes
you beg for mercy. It makes you fall to the ground and roll into a
self-protecting ball as tightly as you can. Makes you thrash around on the floor
in agony like a fish out of water or a person having a seizure. Makes you
struggle and punch and kick with all your might. Makes you feel like you can't
breathe, can't catch your breath for even a second, feeling like you might
suffocate. At other times it makes you hold your breath in silence trying
desperately not to feel.
He is standing behind you. Both your arms behind your back being twisted by him
into a painful position that makes it impossible to struggle for freedom without
it hurting even more. Your two options: more pain or cooperation with captivity.
His hands are big enough that he only needs to use one to bind your wrists
helplessly together, leaving his other hand free to do its work. As he attacks
you he laughs; amused and entertained. You are his favorite toy.
He tells you how cute you sound when you scream and beg, how cute you look when
you're helpless and struggling. He drags you across the room to a wall with a
full length mirror. He's a head and a neck above you and you can see from his
reflection that he is smiling, his eyes glowing and his face radiant with
twisted joy. Nothing is more terrifying about any of this than his face when he
Both your arms still held at the wrists and twisted behind you by one of his
hands, he uses his other hand to hurt and violate you. You scream and beg and
struggle and screeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam. You hear a parent yell up the
“Stop playing so rough with your sister! And Ann, keep the noise down!”
“Look what you did,” he says. And he tells you, as he always does when he has
the opportunity, about how your screaming is upsetting your parents, is causing
rifts in the family, is evidence of your weakness, is pathetic whining over
nothing more than a game.
And you know he's right. You did scream too loud. You are making them upset. You
are whining over nothing. He tells you not to scream and that's one game you are
willing to play along with. That's one game you can win – sometimes. The more
quietly you can take it, the more you can feel proud and strong and somewhat in
control. You hold your breath.
“Look at you,” he says, nodding towards your reflection in the mirror. He
mentions features of your face and body and makes degrading comments about each.
He likes to hurt each part of your body as he talks about it. A preteen's
(non)developing body has plenty to make fun of.
He wants you to agree with him. To say you agree that you're as hideous as he
claims. You refuse. He hurts your body. You still refuse. He hurts your body
again, again, again. You refuse and refuse and refuse! It continues like this.
Minutes. Minutes. Minutes. How can each minute be this long? So exhausted. So
much pain. Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Can't breathe. Trying not to scream but
eventually you scream anyways because it's too fucking much, it's just too
fucking much. The game lost. The pain crushing. Ok, ok. I'm hideous. I'm
hideous. I'm hideous. Please stop, please just stop.
And he does stop. Satisfied with his victory, he leaves you alone for about an
hour and a half. Plays some videogames. Then he's back at you again. To smile at
your pain, to laugh at your feeble attempts at self-defense, to have his eyes
light up at your screams. You were his favorite toy. A toy he played with
everyday for an hour or two or six. More fun than any videogame.
You were lying to him, of course. You don't really think you're hideous. You
just know that saying that about yourself was the quickest way to get him to
leave you alone. But then again, maybe you are hideous. Then again, maybe you
absolutely must be hideous. Because who else would be treated this way? Who else
would be left ignored and unprotected while screaming in pain this way? Who else
but someone hideous? Someone so much worse than everyone else in this world.
Someone who should be hated. Someone who should be dead. Perhaps your death,
like your pain, would be a source of joy or utter indifference. That's the kind
of person you are.
And so by 7 th grade you already want to die. You take various types of
over-the-counter painkillers found in the kitchen cabinet, about 100 in total.
But your stomach isn't having it, and you involuntarily puke several times
before the pills have a chance to digest enough to poison you. Your first
serious suicide attempt but not your last.
“I hate you”, “You're the worst person alive”, “I'm going to fucking kill you”.
Part 3 – Animal suffering and human indifference
I think sometimes about what it would mean to be a good ally to the animals. I
know it would entail way more than what I do now. If animals in the factory
farms and laboratories suddenly gained the consciousness and capacity to have an
uprising, and had one, not only would I not think it unfair of them if they
tried to commit genocide on humanity, but I'd also not think it unfair if they
deemed me unworthy of having my life spared, despite that I have been a vegan
since I was 20. After all, I don't scream in the face of, or even calmly
confront, every single non-vegan person I know. I don't spend my life blowing up
factory farms or assassinating those who own them. I'm a shitty, cowardly ally
who only speaks up when she has nothing to lose, who would rather avoid the
awkward tension of confronting other humans than speak up for the greater good.
My efforts to help are no better than my parents yelling up the stairs at my
brother to stop playing so rough. And now it's me who tells myself not to scream
What these animals go through is far, far worse than what I did. The reason I
described details of my abuse experience is to help you understand the
implications of this point. I don't think it trivializes my suffering to have it
compared to animal suffering. Quite the opposite – I think it minimizes animal
suffering. It is offensive and trivializing to their pain to compare it to mine.
I have never been forced to live in a cage more crowded than a rush hour subway.
I have never had my genitals cut off without anesthetic. I have never been
dangled upside down by my ankles to have my throat slit and the blood drained
out of me. I would go through every year of what I went through again and again
and again rather than spend one lifetime as one of these tortured creatures.
Their bodies always in pain. Exhausted by the pain. Having no control. Being
trapped. No rest. No relief. It never stops. Every moment of life an agony. No
way to make the pain stop, or even ease. At least most of the 24 hours of my
days were abuse free.
And every painful emotion you've ever known, they feel it too. The rage. The
grief. The insane terror. The smell of death, the sounds of murder. For those
animals kept in individual pens, loneliness. For those crammed in cages or sheds
with others, severe social discord. Their hearts broken by this. Their minds
shattered by it. And by the endless stress and boredom, the utter emptiness and
pointlessness of their imprisoned lives. They're driven literally insane by it
all. It's why the teeth of pigs are removed (without anesthetic) while they are
babies – if not, they chew off pieces of their own and each other's flesh. It's
why the beaks of chicks are seared off with a heated blade (also without
anesthetic) – if not, the chickens peck each other to the point of flesh wounds
or death. Anyone who doubts that animals experience emotional pain need only
reflect on the fact that these are not behaviors that pigs and chickens normally
display. They are behaviors they display when they have been emotionally
traumatized or driven insane.
And this is all they've ever known of life. And all they ever will know. Never
knowing what it's like to breathe with ease. Never knowing what it's like to
feel the muscles in their body relax. Never knowing what it's like to be touched
with love, to be touched in a way that doesn't cause pain. Never knowing what
it's like to feel pleasure or even peace in their body – the grass, the earth;
warm sun, cool water. Never getting to play. Never getting to form bonds of
companionship or love with other animals. Robbed of the joys they could have
experienced if they had a free life. And people who have lived with a cat or dog
know that animals are capable of experiencing joy in life if given a chance. But
not these animals. And the grand prize at the end of all of this is brutal,
terrifying murder. A fitting end to a life in hell.
They, too, cry and scream in fear and pain. In the Meet Your Meat video (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4 ), you can hear them crying and
screaming when they're mutilated, when they're burned, when they're dangled
upside down from their legs by a machine taking them to their deaths, when they
are finally slaughtered. They cry and scream for their lives, for their freedom,
for their babies and for their mothers who are separated less than a week after
birth. And we ignore them. We go on eating their eggs and their milk and their
bodies – and we ignore them and their pain. Utter indifference.
This devastates me. To see people's indifference and failure to protect animals
hits too close to home for me. It is similar to, yet so much worse than, my
parents' seeming indifference to my pain and their failure to protect me from
abuse. And so I have a huge problem with those who choose to be non-vegan. My
heart aches because of them, and although my love for others is unconditional,
frankly I am quite bitter. I think it's despicable to choose to be non-vegan. I
think it's a horribly unethical choice to make.
It's not like being vegan requires a sacrifice or a reduction in your quality of
life. I've been vegan for over six years. It took a little extra time at first
to learn new recipes, but within a few weeks being vegan became second nature
and took no extra time or planning at all. The inconvenience was small and
The food I eat now that I'm vegan is more delicious than what I ate when I was
non-vegan. I save money. I feel healthier. I'll probably live longer than I
would have as a non-vegan. Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine is a
coalition of medical professionals who advocate veganism on grounds of health
and ethics. Their website will show you that veganism (done right) is the
healthier choice ( http://www.pcrm.org/ ).
And Vegan Fitness is a website which shows that veganism is compatible even with
a highly athletic lifestyle in which you burn lots of calories and require extra
protein ( http://www.veganfitness.net/
It seems there are two main reasons people choose to be non-vegan. One is an
unwillingness to make the effort it initially takes to research vegan nutrition
and to change their grocery shopping and cooking habits. The other is an
unwillingness to give up the pleasures that certain foods give to their taste
buds. This also hits too close to home for me, that an innocent creature be
sacrificed to abuse in order to allow for someone else's convenience or trivial
pleasure. It's just wrong.
Taking pleasure in hurting someone you're not angry at (sadism) or in sexually
exploiting a child is inherently sick, whereas taking pleasure in eating
something tasty is not. But valuing your taste-buds more than you value
preventing the torture of animals is just as selfish and unethical. As for
convenience, the choice to contribute to the torture of animals so you can avoid
the temporary inconvenience of figuring out how to be vegan is at least as
selfish and unethical as the choice to sacrifice your children's wellbeing so
you can avoid the inconvenience of dealing with their problems. It doesn't take
too long to research nutrition, learn recipes, and experiment until you figure
out healthy and tasty eating habits. As for those who tried being vegan but went
back due to health and energy issues, they chose to give up instead of being
temporarily inconvenienced by the small amount of work it would take to figure
out how to make veganism work for them (e.g. take vitamin/mineral pills, do more
research on nutrition).
I have often heard non-vegans say: “I care about animals, but I like
meat/cheese/etc. too much to stop eating it.” Or: “I care about animals, but I
don't have the time to figure out how to become vegan.” Are these valid excuses?
Consider these parallel examples: “I care about children, but I like child porn
too much to stop using it.” Or: “I care about children, but I don't have the
time to get therapy to heal from whatever it is that compels me to watch child
My parents had excuses, too, for not protecting me from my brother and getting
him the professional help he so clearly needed. They came home from work feeling
tired. They had projects to work on. Chores to do. They had marital problems.
They were depressed. They were stressed out. And they didn't want any more
stress. They didn't want to expend energy and time they felt they didn't have on
dealing with our problems. They intended to deal with them eventually, but not
yet; soon, when they had the time and energy. What's your excuse?
I accuse every person who chooses to be non-vegan of being complicit in crimes
which in my view are worse than the sexual abuse of children. And it breaks my
heart that so few people get what a big fucking deal torture is – even when the
victims of that torture are not human. If you have even a decent capacity for
compassion you will stop making excuses and start making the transition to
Part 4 – Veganism
We can't currently all be vegans in this world. First and foremost, Indigenous
peoples who live as gatherers/hunters, or as herders of sheep or goats or
cattle, would have to give these practices up to go vegan. This would
drastically alter their cultures and societies as they currently exist; and so
veganism should not be imposed on foragers or herders from the outside. As for
the rest of humanity, we should all be vegan. But some people don't have the
choice to go vegan under the present circumstances. Some people are extremely
impoverished and living in nations devastated by capitalist-imperialism. These
people tend to eat vegan almost all of the time, by default, because in most
countries meat and other animal products are more expensive than vegan food, and
growing crops is cheaper than owning animals. But if someone is so poor that
they are struggling to get enough food day-to-day, who the hell am I to tell
them what to eat? If they can somehow get their hands on eggs or meat or dairy,
then bon appetite.
For these people, veganism won't be an accessible choice until they are no
longer so desperately poor. In ‘Western' nations a vegan diet is comparable in
price to an omnivore diet, and so veganism is not inaccessible for most poor
people. Many of my vegan friends live below the poverty line and report spending
less money on groceries as a vegan than they did as an omnivore. But for
extremely poor people who rely on soup-kitchens, food banks, and shelters for
their meals, veganism is not an accessible choice. And for people living in a
ghetto where the only place in their neighborhood to buy groceries after their
eleven hour work day is a convenience store, veganism would not be impossible
but would be genuinely difficult (as if these people's lives weren't difficult
Animal rights activists should therefore care about abolishing poverty. To do
so, we'll need to replace capitalism with an anarchist-socialist economy (such
as Parecon); it's the only way we'll ever end poverty and make veganism
accessible to all. A decent life for humans and animals depends on this. On the
flip side, anyone who cares about global poverty should care about animal
rights. It's funny how veganism is slandered as a privileged lifestyle choice
when a diet centered on meat and other animal products is a key feature of
‘Western' privilege which most people in this world don't have. And these eating
patterns contribute to hunger for hundreds of millions of people:
“In all, the raising of livestock takes up more than two-thirds of agricultural
land, and one third of the total land area. [... L]ivestock are increasingly
being fed with grains and cereals that could have been directly consumed by
humans or were grown on land that could have been used to grow food rather than
[livestock] feed. The developing world's undernourished millions are now in
direct competition with the developed world's livestock – and they are losing.”
(Vegan Society. “The Environment: Land”. 06 Aug 09.
And let's not forget that the United Nations stated that factory farming is a
bigger contributor to climate change than automobiles (Food and Agricultural
Organization of the United Nations. “Livestock's Long Shadow: Environmental
Issues and Options”. Rome, 2006).
We have been raised in societies which teach us that because animals are not as
smart as humans, that the ordeals they experience are less painful for them than
our ordeals are for us. But this is logically inconsistent with our other
beliefs. We know that children aren't as smart as adults, and that babies are
the least smart of all. But do we believe they experience less pain from their
ordeals? Of course not. Quite the opposite; we realize that traumas experienced
by children or babies tend to cause more suffering than for adults, both during
the experience and in the years to come. Their lack of intellectual
sophistication, and underdeveloped frontal cortex, means they have fewer
resources to make sense of their traumas and self-soothe their painful emotions.
Why is it that we believe lower intellect means a lower capacity to suffer? Do
we think that the ‘mentally retarded' suffered less in the Nazi's concentration
camps than people of average intelligence? Did geniuses suffer most of all?
Pigs have been shown to be not only smarter than dogs, but about as smart as
three year old humans. If lack of intelligence is reason enough to murder a
creature for food, then why not eat babies and toddlers? Ok, their adult parents
would be upset by this. So why not eat baby orphans?
Another thought experiment: Imagine if aliens with far superior intellectual
capacities came to Earth and decided to imprison us in factory farms, murder us
for meat, and impregnate women to rob us of milk. All because they believe
humans are so dumb that our suffering doesn't matter. Would they be right? Would
this be fair? Would they care?
And regardless of intelligence, keep in mind that farmed animals experience
physical pain every bit as intensely as humans do. They also are wired in their
brains to experience emotional pain such as fear, depression, rage, loneliness,
and to experience emotional pleasure such as happiness, excitement, tranquility,
love. Farmed animals live in conditions that impose emotional pain on them and
deprive them of emotional pleasure.
Amazingly, many non-vegans are self-proclaimed ‘animal-lovers'. They are morally
outraged by things like dog fighting, ‘crush' pornography (small animals being
stomped to death), the killing of certain animals like dolphins or seals, and
the abuse of animal companions (like cats or dogs) by individuals. They are not,
however, morally outraged by the abuse of animals for ‘food'. But what these
people have to realize is that we cannot as a society believe it is ok to
imprison and murder certain animals for ‘food' without numbing our hearts
towards all animals. As long as we exploit animals for ‘food', the mentality
that causes other forms of animal abuse will continue.
Feminist point out that the Madonna/whore split, or the good-woman/bitch split,
is a pillar of female oppression and puts all girls/women at risk of
male-violence. All girls/women have their status degraded by the male perception
that some females are whores or bitches and therefore unworthy of the respect
that decent girls/women deserve. It's the same thing for animals. We can't say
that some animals are for eating and some animals are for treating with respect,
because all animals have their status impacted by the treatment of farmed
animals, laboratory animals, and ‘game' (sport-hunting) animals.
I have met people who care about animals but are cynical, who believe that there
is no point in going vegan because it will not end the farming of them for
‘food'. I have several rebuttals towards this mentality:
• Being an ally means demonstrating solidarity. Refusing to eat the
corpses of murdered creatures, or ‘food' which has been stolen from their
tortured bodies, is the bare minimum a human can do to show solidarity with
non-human animals. You cannot be an ally to animals if you aren't at least
choosing to do this much.
• By being a vegan, your very existence is animal rights propaganda. This
is true even if you are not outspoken. You make visible the invisibility of
animal oppression. You challenge the belief that it is ok to harm animals for
the purpose of acquiring food. You challenge the belief that animal suffering is
unimportant. You demonstrate that life can be healthy and delicious without
eating eggs, meat, or dairy. You influence people to rethink what they have been
taught since birth. You inspire people to widen their reach of compassion to
include animals. In other words, you become part of a movement to change the
consciousness of humanity. Slowly but surely, people will join us. And every new
vegan is additional propaganda for animal rights. As the percentage of vegans
grow, so will the exposure of non-vegans to animal rights ideas. Once there are
enough of us, people who had not yet been motivated to go vegan out of
compassion will do so to avoid the social disapproval that might result if they
didn't. A generation or two later, and caring about animal rights will become
just another cultural norm.
• The profit motive in food production and the media means that billions
of dollars are mobilized in propaganda which shape people's desires for dairy,
meat, and eggs, and which teach us to accept the exploitation and murder of
animals for ‘food'. And so as long as we live in a capitalist and
quasi-democratic society, the counter-propaganda by vegans may not be enough to
influence the majority of the population to become vegan. But the more vegans
there are at the dawn of the revolution's victory, the easier it will be for us
to convince the rest of the population to make a democratic transition to
veganism. So in the meantime it is important that we increase the number of
vegans as much as possible.
• Each individual vegan prevents dozens of animals every year from
experiencing the horrors of exploitation and murder. The standard estimate is
100 animals per year (
http://www.goveg.com/factoryFarming.asp ); the more conservative estimate is
50 animals per year (
It should go without saying, but let me make it clear that my comparison of
non-vegans to child porn watchers is only directed towards those who choose to
be non-vegan. The people living in circumstances that I described a few
paragraphs ago – Indigenous foragers and herders, the extremely poor, etc. –
don't really have a choice. There's also probably other circumstances that I
forgot to mention which would make veganism an inaccessible choice (already I'm
realising I didn't mention people living in war zones). I'm not going to sit
here and try to list every possible circumstance that would make veganism
inaccessible. Although you will likely try to deny the truth to yourself, you
know in your heart whether or not your being a non-vegan is due to a lack of
choice or a lack of willingness to make a change. Most people living in Canada,
or in countries of comparable prosperity, could start being vegan today if they
wanted. So odds are that veganism is a choice you could make. Meaning my
child-porn-watching comparison probably applies to you. No offense.
Part 5 – Conclusion
If you also want to advocate veganism by comparing child porn and non-vegan
food, I won't be offended by this, even if you were never sexually abused. In
fact, I will be honoured if you make this comparison. If the pain I went through
can help stop someone else's pain, then it will be worth it. Clouds rarely come
with pre-packaged silver linings. We need to draw our own silver linings in
life, and this article I have written is my attempt to draw mine. By using the
child porn analogy you will help make my silver lining even bigger; and the more
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