This past weekend I had the opportunity to spend time on the property where the Charlie’s Angels Horse Rescue charity is located.
While I was there, I found out that approval has been given to a slaughterhouse in WA to kill horses for human consumption in Australia. Horses have been killed for human consumption in this country for years, though they are usually for the export market to countries in Europe and Asia.
Looking at this from a vegan perspective this doesn’t surprise me. Really, it was only a matter of time considering all the other animals that are killed for food.
And on a side note, I think it is amusing to see all the people puffing their chests with false nationalistic pride, waving the Australian flag around. Yet do nothing about the slaughter for human consumption of the iconic Australian animals, the Kangaroo, Emu and Crocodile.
Though what is even stranger is that we should remember that Australia is a nation that for generations has a proud heritage of horsemanship. From Banjo Patterson’s The man from Snowy River to the legend of The charge of the Light Brigade and in modern times the story of Gendarme and Alex Tassell from the Victorian Police Force.
After spending time with these horses, it still amazes me that people would even think of eating them. There were six horses and one pony on the property this weekend. Each of them has their own unique personality, just like humans and every other animal for that matter.
The same thing happened when some cattle from the neighbours property came over to the fence-line check us out. There was a timid young bull, an older cow that just had to be in everything, a pregnant cow that only came over once we had been checked out and ‘cleared’ by the other two, and another cow that was more interested in sitting under a tree chewing her cud.
[GARD]Just sitting by the fence with these animals on the other side, reaffirmed in my mind, why going vegan is the only option for those that care about animals. Though sadly, it is something that most people will never experience.
Afterall, how can you say that you love and care about animals unless you can sit there and truly enjoy having your face licked by a 200kg bull calf?