Veganism is not health insurance

Last year was a tough year for me. I lost a very good friend, a mentor, some colleagues, and a family member. It was a very painful year.

This has led me to be constantly worried about everyone around me, wondering whether or not they are taking good care of themselves. And it does not help that I have some vegan friends right now whose health is not the best.

Granted, I am someone who struggles with eating healthy and even more with exercise. I know it is important, but I seem to enjoy working in front of my computer more.

But I need to get better.

When I talk about the people who I lost last year, some were vegans – in fact, half of them were.  And the ones whose health is not the best? All of them are.

I know that some vegans say things like this as some sort of badge of honor: “I haven’t been to the doctor in years”; “ever since becoming vegan, I don’t suffer from colds and I rarely ever go to the doctor.”

What is worse is that I was recently told that some vegans have been saying, “Veganism is my health insurance.”

While there certainly are an immense number of health benefits to being vegan, I think everyone needs to be realistic that not all health issues are related to what we eat.

We know that genetics can play a role, as do environmental factors. In fact, there can be serious consequences for people who live near factory farms (as many in the central valley of California do) and for those who live in toxic waste areas and other polluting locations. Not to mention that many are impacted by what they are exposed to at work. Many workers are completely unaware of what they are being exposed to and how to protect themselves.

And as activists, we are often in a state of sadness and stress (always unfortunate when created by our own side). My mentor who passed away saw firsthand what was taking place in Western Africa in the chocolate industry and in the fields of California, which I’m sure was extremely stressful.

Too many times I feel as if we seem to respect those who work 24/7 (ahem) and sacrifice themselves for the cause (I consider that the 1980s ways of thinking – outdated). However, I have recently shifted my way of thinking and now have a greater appreciation for those who have a balance in their lives and who actually take the time to encourage activists to take care of themselves rather than continue to work until it hurts.

So what can we all do?

My hope is that all organizations will give their employees benefits that include health care and paid holidays and sick time. Kudos to those that are at least encouraging their employees to get health insurance through the Affordable Care Act.

Even if you aren’t sick, get check-ups. If nothing else, you can brag about how perfect your B12 and Vitamin D levels are!

Take care of your mental health, too, as stress can have a great impact on your body in ways you might never have imagined.

Read Mark Hawthorne’s book Striking at the Roots: A Practical Guide to Animal Activism, which dedicates a chapter to burnout and provides super helpful tips on how to take care of yourself. And also pattrice jones’ book Aftershock: Confronting Trauma in a Violent World, a Guide for Activists and Their Allies includes practical tips and information on how traumatic events affect our bodies.

I also want to give a shout out to activists who speak frequently about the need for us to take care of ourselves: Veda Stram, Charlotte Cressey, and Breeze Harper (who even has a kale smoothie recipe for racial tension headaches).

For as long as I have known Veda she has begun her newcomer orientation at the national Animal Rights conference by talking about the need to take care of ourselves as activists. And I have always thought, “Isn’t she sweet to do that?” And now I say to myself, “Thank you for doing this, Veda!” It is truly important that we give her credit for giving us all such great advice.

We must remember that those who take the time to encourage activists to take care of themselves are the ones who are truly looking out for the movement and making sure that we have a healthier and more well-balanced base to encourage others to join us and ensure that we are all active for many years to come.

So, let’s all be sure to not only take good care of ourselves, but to look out for each other!

Making Human Rights Day More Than Just a Symbolic Action

Below is what I wrote for Pachamama Alliance's blog for Human Rights Day.

With Human Rights Day upon us, Food Empowerment Project (F.E.P.), like many, looks at this day and wonders what we can do to end many of the heartbreaking and abhorrent human rights abuses here and abroad. With the killings of the unarmed Andy Lopez, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, and others at the hands of cops, and the horrific murders of the students in Mexico, Human Rights Day feels more like just good intentions with no follow through.

I am overwhelmed by sadness and rage, mostly because I feel absolutely helpless.

One of the reasons I started F.E.P. is the desire to do something to alleviate some of the injustices in the world that I contributed to on a frequent basis, and so I chose to focus on food. And I wanted to encourage people to use their individual choices to reflect their beliefs and their collective voices to help create change.

Going vegan to help eliminate forms of animal oppression is just one part of this.

But it would be a shame to not acknowledge that some of the outrage that is taking place is tied to situations of similar abuse and oppression, and much of it is taking place against people of color, from the lack of access to healthy foods in communities of color and low-income communities to those who pick our food.

Farm workers in this country are victims of human rights abuses, and many are people of color and undocumented. Farm workers feed not only those of us in the state of California, but people around the globe. Unfortunately, farm workers do not make living wages, are often forced to work in dangerous conditions, and are retaliated against and dismissed for exercising their rights. It is well documented that many of the women workers experience egregious forms of sexual harassment, including rape.

Here is an area where changes are coming, but clearly not fast enough. F.E.P. has worked to assist farm workers by organizing not only school supply drives for their children but also food drives for these same workers who help put food on our tables. We are currently working with a coalition to change a regulation that negatively impacts the education of children living in farm worker labor camps in California. And the Coalition of Immokalee Workers unveiled the new Fair Food Program to have workers monitor humane wages and working conditions in the fields.

If only such changes could happen more quickly. A majority of chocolate comes from Western Africa, where children are victims of the worst forms of child labor, including slavery. In fact, according to one report, there are about 1.8 million of these children in Ghana and the Ivory Coast alone. Children are forced to carry heavy cacao pods, and if they do not move fast enough, they are beaten. The children come to the plantations in variety of ways: some are stolen, some are sold, and others go thinking they will be able to help provide some income for their families, whom many will never see again. Some children are locked in overnight and if they try to escape are beaten or killed.

In order to help those who feel compelled to avoid contributing to these kinds of abuses on Human Rights Day – or on any day, for that matter – we created a chocolate list (available on our website and in app form: http://www.foodispower.org/chocolate-list/) so that people can buy chocolate that is not sourced from areas where the worst forms of child labor are the most prevalent. And since we are a vegan organization, to be on our list, the companies have to make at least one vegan chocolate.

We recently were able to convince Clif Bar to be transparent about the country of origin for the cocoa they use. Transparency from corporations is one of the first steps. Although the road to ending the worst abuses in the chocolate industry, including child and slave labor, is going to be a long one, corporate transparency is an important step corporations can take to show they are beginning to view the issue seriously.

There are always things we can and must do. And part of this is recognizing that this system that seeks to exploit is one that we must fight – in every form it takes. We must use our voices and actions to speak out against it and hope that one day we can make Human Rights Day more than just a symbolic action. And we need to make sure that we, in the US, take a look at all of the ways we too contribute to human rights violations.

So many lives….

The reality of sitting in front of a slaughterhouse as animals are brought in to be killed is never something those who care about animals can really prepare themselves for.  I had to do this again recently in preparation for our vigil in front of Petaluma Poultry, a local slaughterhouse, and I was thankful to have one of our volunteers with me (thanks, Sarah!), as no one wanted me to do it by myself.

I can get into “work mode,” like I did when I was doing more factory farming investigations – get the footage and get out – and break down later. It was different at the slaughterhouse, as we needed to stay and watch trucks come in order to know what times we should be there to bear witness.

So many lives! That is all that kept running through my head – these are all babies, so many babies. All of these gentle little birds crammed into crates, loaded on trucks, and moved around like boxes.

Soon we will also do our part to bear witness to these birds as they arrive.

Petaluma Poultry can talk all they want about how their chickens are raised, but in the end, every individual bird will perish at the slaughterhouse.

Last year, Mark and I traveled to Toronto, as I was giving a talk at the conference, “Human Rights Are Animal Rights: A conference on commonalities of oppression” held in Guelph, Ontario, Canada.

Mark’s book Bleating Hearts had just come out, and we met up with Jo-Anne McArthur, who took the photo on the cover. (Read more about Jo-Anne in Mark’s recent interview with her.)

I was very familiar with Jo-Anne’s powerful images of activists giving water to pigs in a transport truck on their way to the slaughterhouse. The person I was not familiar with was the woman who started Toronto Pig Save: Anita Krajnc.

We were lucky that Jo-Anne had invited her to lunch with us. She talked about the influences of Tolstoy on her life and the concept of bearing witness: “When the suffering of another creature causes you to feel pain, do not submit to the initial desire to flee from the suffering one, but on the contrary, come closer, as close as you can to him who suffers, and try to help.”

Anita invited us to participate in the vigil that night at the cow slaughterhouse. Mark and I had never been to Toronto before and, being activists, we felt this was an important way to get a feel for the city.

Did I mention it was November and it was freezing? To those of you who know me, I don’t mean it was below 70 degrees: it was really freezing!

We went.

There were about six of us. We got there before Anita and were welcomed by some of her crew (including a great activist named Bo). Those we met included a former chicken slaughterhouse worker and a couple of other activists. It was one of those rare animal events where men were the majority and it was equal between people of color.

We held signs as people drove by.

The owner of the slaughterhouse was leaving as we were there and Anita pulled us over to meet him, which Mark and I were both incredibly uncomfortable with. But it was clear Anita was engaging him in respectful conversation, and she gave him a copy of Forks Over Knives to read and encouraged him to no longer be a part of the bloody business he was in.

Later, we went over to the chicken slaughterhouse where they also do outreach. This happened to also be the slaughterhouse where our fellow activist had worked. He pointed the setup out to us.

While we were there, I mentioned to Anita that I wanted to work with her and figure out how to be a part of what she had created – I was inspired!

Coming back to where I live now in Sonoma County, we have a number of slaughterhouses. It has always amazed me that people could pass by and not think once of the lives taken inside them on a daily basis. So that is also where Sonoma County Chicken Save has come from: a desire to not let people drive by slaughterhouses guilt-free, and also to bear witness as an activist.

Would I love for the slaughterhouse to shut down? Absolutely! But until that happens, I want to make sure that those who drive by are reminded that when they eat animals they are taking a life. I want them to see us on a regular basis and eventually come to talk to us and make changes.

But in addition to this, we will also be handing out whistleblower cards to the workers.

No one who kills animals every day wants to do this job – circumstances are why they are there and given the 100% turnover rate, it is clear that most want to get out.

In fact, Rick, one of our board members, sent me a fascinating article on some workers who, in 2012, filed a complaint to OSHA against a pig farm due to the horrifying conditions they encountered, including dangerous workplace hazards (like toxic fumes and unsafe structures), inadequate or totally absent safety equipment, being discouraged from going to the doctor for injuries, wage theft, and similar treatment.

They also filed a civil rights complaint based on the racial discrimination they faced – such as white workers being treated very differently than the Mexican workers, and being berated for speaking Spanish – and an animal welfare complaint documenting the abuse they had witnessed.

What was interesting to me was the fact that when these workers were empowered to talk about their own abuse, they also chose to take the opportunity to speak about the pigs. They reported pigs who were sick, had maggots on their legs, and pigs who they had seen kicked, slapped, and hurt by supervisors.

Maybe when workers are able to speak up and defend themselves, they might be more likely to speak up about the other non-human animal abuses that they see and which bother them.

Anita’s work with the Save movement inspires me with her intelligence and heart.

And this work is about the animals and keeping the focus on them - not just for a day, but for as long as they are there, and not just once and walking away, but being a constant presence for them.

And that is something we all owe them.

My fast food confession

(Trigger warning: Sexual harassment and assault)

If you are thinking that this blog is going to be about how I sneak and eat McDonald’s French fries – sorry!

Food Empowerment Project has just put a new section on our website about restaurant workers. We do so not only because this issue is about food justice, but also because we fully support any effort to raise the minimum wage for ALL workers. Most importantly, we do so because everyone deserves to make a living wage to improve their quality of life, and living wages will help ensure that everyone has access to healthy foods.

For me, the issues of restaurant and fast food workers hit pretty close to home. When my parents divorced, my mom raised my two sisters and me by herself. Now and then, she worked both a full-time and a part-time job to help make ends meet. At times, these were at a fast food restaurant (hence my love of French fries, which I associate with my mom coming home late).

When I was in high school, I was already vegetarian, but I knew nothing about the beak trimming of chicks for eggs or the forcible separation of momma cows and their babies for milk. My sisters had gone off to college (it was very important to my mom for her kids to go to college, which she had not done), and it was just my mom and me. And, unfortunately, at that time my mom was not working consistently.

The only job that I could get that allowed me to be fully responsible for myself and that I could walk to was at a fast food restaurant. They sold burgers and some Mexican food (this was in San Antonio); eventually, while working there, I became an animal activist and went vegan, so this was incredibly difficult for me (in fact, painful). I worked the registers and the French fry fryers, and I was often asked what I would recommend. I would explain I didn’t eat animals and would recommend the bean tacos and French fries – they would, of course, oblige by then ordering a fish sandwich! (Not recognizing that fish are animals!)

Even though I was in high school, I was allowed to work about 60 hours a week, which I readily accepted so I could earn overtime (Saturdays and Sundays from 6 a.m. to midnight, 6 p.m. to midnight during the week). I continued to work there for a short time in college (in addition to a job on campus to pay for my tuition), but eventually my oldest sister helped me get another job.

The owners of the establishment were brothers – white – and all but a couple of the employees (one being the wife of one of the owners) were all people of color – Latino or Black.

I can say that, at the time, all of the workers got along pretty well; however, sexual abuse in this place was consistent.

One of the owners was in charge of a different location, but every time he came in, I could count on comments about my body, telling me to do certain things so he could watch me, and expressions of interest in my personal and sexual life.

Unfortunately, however, that was not the only kind of abuse: at one point, the manager of the store put my hand over the grill, telling me he was going to burn my hand until I told him I loved him. I was often shoved in the freezer (which I was not familiar with, as I would not go where the “meat” was kept), with one of the workers who would try to kiss and/or give me hickeys. This was the culture of this workplace: even the men who were uncomfortable would go along with it – sometimes getting me in the freezer and asking if they could just pinch my neck so it would look like they had done it.

These are those situations where I look back on and wonder, What was wrong with me? Why didn’t I quit? Why didn’t I report this?

I can tell you why, and I know without a doubt it is exactly the same reason why other women put up with this at food establishments and in the fields: you do not want to lose your job. You are scared and figure you can put up with it because you need the money. You need to survive.

It is not pretty, but it is true.

And this does not include injuries – I still have back pain due to a fall on the job, and, yes, I had no health insurance. During the rush hour, I would constantly be splashed with grease as I put the frozen French fries into the fryer.

My mom knew absolutely nothing about this. No one outside of there did. I was ashamed. Years later, I did tell my mom, as my experience there was impacting my relationships. Of course, she was heartbroken. But it was not her fault.

This is now my shame for having worked in a place that served animals as well as not speaking up about what was happening to me, but it was my reality and it is also still the reality of so many workers today.

I have fears about sharing this publicly; I can count on one hand how many people know about this. My shame and regret are real – I was able to stay and be vegan (creating some pretty creative meals and still attending protests and starting an animal rights group at my high school and college), but I served animals and, well, I also did not stand up for myself as a woman. Both of these realities make me sad to say. But I write all of this with the hope that people will have a better understanding of the predicament many workers are placed in, where they do not have the privilege of living their values.

And in case it is not obvious to some readers (and thanks to my friend pattrice for encouraging me to point this out more directly), there is a connection here. The same situation of workers (especially women) being put in positions of exploitation, violence, and sexual abuse is very similar to the animals whose dead bodies were being sold there.  All are animals who are raised for food and subject to horror of slaughter and being prevented from determining what they do with their own bodies.

We need to stop all of these horrors from taking place.

If you want to investigate additional problematic issues with fast food, you can read more on our website.

Even though I still struggle with feelings of shame from these experiences, I share them with the hope that people will try to have a more compassionate, full view of what happens behind the scenes, and also why sometimes people who are less financially privileged do what they do. Unfortunately, many times we pay a high price for what it does to our souls.

What more do they have to do?

Recently an adorable and brave kitty made international news when a video of her showed that she risked her own life to chase away a dog who was attacking a little boy with whom she lived. Experts were interviewed to explain why a cat (who was certainly smaller than this dog) would risk her life. Many talked about how cats will go into burning buildings to save their kittens, and one explained how this cat saw this little boy as a member of her own family who would need protection. One could have argued that “instinct” motivated her to protect her own babies, but why a human?

And even more recently, a bear imprisoned in a zoo was caught on video saving a drowning crow. The bear used her* mouth to get the crow out of the water. Why? Did she know the crow? Who knows, but she knew the crow was in distress. And she made the decision to save him.

You might imagine these are rare instances caught on video. But how many more times does this occur without our knowledge? I figure they are countless.

And for some of us, this is not surprising, especially when we have lived with family members who walk on four legs.

Some have dogs whom they have played with and know very well their dog could pull away during a game of tug of war—but they don’t. They WANT to play and don’t cross over the boundary. And I remember my beloved kitty Malcolm (whom I had from when he opened his eyes until he was 16) would growl at the front door when strangers were there.

Animals have demonstrated their ability to use moral reason, yet human animals come up with many abstract reasons as to why we have the “right” to treat non-human animals as we do. When will our excuses end?

What more do non-human animals have to do?

We know they suffer.

And they suffer intensely when they have their babies taken away.

Remember the heart-wrenching scene in Blackfish where the mother cries when her baby is taken away? It is a noise many viewers had never heard before.

Certainly you have read stories about mother cows who cry when their babies are taken away from them so human animals can drink their milk.

The media celebrates when an animal escapes from a slaughterhouse and gets to live his life at a sanctuary.

People adopt hens and yet still eat other chickens at dinner.

Why do we feel some are the lucky ones? Why not allow them all to be lucky?

We have that power.

Maybe we need to show our morality.

I have to wonder what more animals have to do before we allow them to just be who they are without the fear of pain (emotional and physical) from us.

Of course, I will still be glad when I hear and see these stories in the news.

I can’t deny that I am thankful that people celebrate happy animal stories and that these stories get so much attention because they force us all to see these animals in a different way.

I can just hardly wait until we all recognize that we do have the power to make them all happier.

*For ease I reference the bear as a she and the crow as he; I do not know if this is correct.