Pigs were racing round and round the pens, screaming in terror as they were chased by the slaughterers. The pigs actually climbed up on top of each other in their frenzied attempts to escape. A leg of one animal would be seized from the screaming pile and it would be pulled down onto its side, while one man knelt on it, another cutting the throat. Because pigs have fatty muscle round the throat, bleeding can be slow as the veins do not open wide. The pigs cried out and struggled while bleeding, a man still held the animal by kneeling on it and a bowl was put beneath the throat to collect the blood as it ran out. After killing, the body parts that were not needed of the pigs were burnt with blow torches in the same room in which animals were being captured and killed. The flames, the smoke, the smell of blood and burning flesh, the squeals and bellows of the pigs and the shouting of the men, all made a hellish scene.
Photo: Ehrin Macksey
you raised my heart in a darkness hiding their fate. but my heart needs no light to see.
*Photo credit to Louise Jorgensen of Toronto Pig Save*
Please note how crowded the trucks were on this day.
Nothing about this is remotely okay.