In December, my friend and colleague Twyla unleashed undercover video of a Manitoba hog operation: confined sows in the thousands, the undercover investigator still shaken by his experience.
I blogged about it in posts below.
It was pretty amazing to hear the public responses, including those from my professor-friends at work, one of whom told me her husband cried at the footage on the news.
Cried. He told me at a christmas party: "it wasn't the PACing or anything like that: it was the rows and rows and rows of sows. A piece of my faith in Canada died."
He's an emigrant from South America. I told him the myth of Canada as First World is Total Bullshit.
And me: I held the stress in my jaws. Then in all my joints. Not as bad as being confined in a fucking gestation crate, but we all suffer when others are mistreated. Full stop.
Slowly, I'm recharging.
Two weeks in Boston and New York helped, that's for sure. Here are some pics I took as I got off the subway and started walking to the NY Academy of medicine: