“Is this what america is turning to?…”

I was amused by the hypocrisy expressed in this N&R letter to the editor.  After witnessing (I suppose she couldn’t tear herself away) the slaughter of a goat in her neighbor’s yard, writer Ann Minish was outraged by the actions of her neighbors who, she otherwise says, “seem to be very nice“.

After calling the police who assured her that the slaughtering of animals in one’s backyard is perfectly legal, Minish penned…

“…Is this what America is turning to? It’s now OK for people to kill animals in plain view for everyone, including children, to see?  I find this disturbing and inhuman. I am ashamed the city of Greensboro would allow this in any neighborhood. It makes me sick to my stomach…”

Seeing as she is so upset after witnessing what is neccesarily involved in putting meat on one’s table, for her own sake I pray she never visits a sausage factory or the state legislature.

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  1. David Wharton
    Posted June 24, 2006 at 9:39 am | Permalink

    Are you saying that you’re going to do a goat-b-cue at the next neighborhood picnic?

  2. Posted June 24, 2006 at 10:45 am | Permalink

    I knew what was coming as I read the letter, but I was expecting a bullet between the eyes, not a 2×4. I was slightly shocked….

  3. Posted June 24, 2006 at 10:55 am | Permalink

    I guess you use what you got, Sam. Although the writer never says, if they were in the city limits they would have broken a law with a gun.

    David… Ii was thinking mutton, we’ll do the dirty deed to the sheep at your place. But I suggest a 2×6 – properly targeted it can be as effective as a bullet.

  4. Keith
    Posted June 24, 2006 at 12:32 pm | Permalink

    Ah….brings back memories of growing up in a small town in Kentucky…..watching the headless bodies of chickens running around the backyard just prior to being plucked, cooked, and served up for dinner…going to field parties where you just never knew what the entr’ee du jour might be….I vividly recall many a pig roast, a goat roast (one on the spit, one tied to the fence presumably awaiting his call to duty), and even a pony roast…and nary a single item on the menus were ever FDA inspected and shrink wrapped prior to their consumption.

    For the PETA folks….to my knowledge the pony had been humanely put down for reasons unknown to me but it adequately served a large crowd and admittedly didn’t taste all that bad (IMHO, a lot better than an artichoke heart….whoops, I didn’t mean to offend any members of PETV — People for the Ethical Treatment of Veggies).

    I often wonder where some folks think the meat on their table actually comes from and how it actually gets there!?!?

  5. Posted June 24, 2006 at 1:13 pm | Permalink

    I’d forgotten about the pony roast, big bro.

    I remember ‘varmit stew’ from those days as well. Someone would need to clear a field for planting and every animal that got flushed out in the process would end up in a big pot and get served up with copious amounts of Sterling beer later that evening.

    Oh, Kentucky!

  6. Posted June 25, 2006 at 1:53 pm | Permalink

    God, that’s why y’all drink so much! So you can forget what you’re eating.

  7. cwk
    Posted June 26, 2006 at 9:12 am | Permalink

    Varmit stew… reminds me of the “burgoo suppers” at my church as a child. Assorted game
    (whatever was in season) onions, carrots, spuds cooked all day in 55 gallon drums over open fires in the church yard.
    I fondly remember the smell of the stew, the cigars being smoked by the guys cooking the stuff and the
    Pabst beer that just about all the adults were sipping. I would imagine if you had mentioned “animal rights”
    back then you would have earned nothing but a suspicious sideways glance and alot of behind the hand comments
    between parishioners.

  8. Posted June 26, 2006 at 5:47 pm | Permalink

    I’m always amazed at people who are so far removed from where FOOD actually comes from. We don’t raise chickens, goats, hogs, rabbits, or cattle here on Textile Drive but I remember my grand parents homes where all sorts of domestic and wild animals (even rattlesnakes) were killed, skinned, and otherwise prepared in full view of women, children, babies, and hungry dogs.

    But you can bet if it wasn’t for the fact that my acreage is so small there would be slaughtering here on Textile Drive and if I catch that rabbit in my garden again there just might be.

  9. Paula Patch
    Posted June 26, 2006 at 6:32 pm | Permalink

    I thought the letter expressed passive prejudice or xenophobia. A few years ago, when my husband and I lived in New Mexico, I spent an entire, lonely, unemployed day watching the Mexican-American family across the street chase and catch, slaughter, and eventually prepare for cooking an enormous pig. It was fascinating, especially for someone like me who grew up in the Greensboro suburbs. I would bet the letter writer’s neighbors are Latino or, perhaps, another ethnic minority in whose culture this sort of food preparation is absolutely normal and acceptable (talk about organic or slow food!); if this is the case, I imagine it’s less the slaughter that bothers her and more the ethnicity of those doing the cookin’!

  10. Posted June 30, 2006 at 1:28 pm | Permalink

    I’m a little late to this, but can’t resist…
    I’d much rather eat a goat slaughtered in someone’s back yard than any animal slaughtered in a typical slaughterhouse or feedlot. However, if it was truly slaughtered in full view of their neighbors – that’s a vision I’d prefer to be protected from, thank you very much.

    As I said to my goat-raising buddy, I totally support what you’re doing, and I’m glad you’re the one doing it, since I never could, no matter how loving and necessary the deed. I think it’s important to know where my food is coming from, but I’m grateful that I don’t have to provide it or witness it.

  11. jwg
    Posted July 1, 2006 at 1:40 pm | Permalink

    To me there is a difference between ‘slaughtered’ and ‘beaten to death’. A stunning blow to the head followed by slitting the throat is how animals were ‘slaughtered’ when I was growing up. I’ve never seen an animal destined for consumption ‘beaten to death’; the meat would be brusied, bones broken, etc, and should result in a visit by the SPCA.