I’m ashamed to say it’s been a while since my last blog post. I had intended to complete one a month, which seemed doable in the high energy time that is January and new-year goal setting. Alas life has gotten in the way, and now it’s nearly May, and I have yet to see my ideas come to fruition. There have been many drafts, but nothing felt good enough. I had this niggling feeling that the piece had to be perfect, or I didn’t know enough about a particular subject to feel confident in what I was putting out into the world. However, perfection is unattainable and there is value in the mundane, maybe even a mediocre blog post. So, what have I been doing all this time, when I haven’t been diligently at my desk, fingers to keyboard. Well, working for one. Sacrificing 8 hours a day, 5 days a week has been pretty time consuming, but I guess I can’t complain about that too much as everyone has time restraining responsibilities and it is important to be thankful for them. Second, I have been do...
Thinking of my first topic was a difficult one. Where to start? With everything that is going on, there is so much to say and do. It feels like there is not enough time to defend those that are persecuted and seek justice for everyone. However, one has to start somewhere. My inauguration into activism was through voicing my concerns on animal rights, so I feel it is only fitting to begin with the most exploited land animal in the world. Chickens. A chicken’s life on a factory farm Back in June, I went to my first vigil. For those who are unfamiliar, vigils are when people go to bear witness to animals in their final moments before going into a slaughterhouse. For the first time, I was seeing with my own eyes, the forgotten victims behind the nugget, drumstick or burger I used to eat - I was seeing the chicken thigh attached to a body, with feathers, a head and tired, scared eyes looking back at me. This was at the last working slaughter house in London, Kedassia Poultry Ltd, wher...