Honoring the oft-ignored chicken
by Joel Bartlett
Ask yourself,
how much do you enjoy eating chicken? Is the pleasure you get from eating a
chicken patty or a chicken breast greater than the pain and suffering
experienced by the chicken while it was still alive? To best answer this
question we must educate ourselves.
When chicks are a day or two old, they are taken to the broiler house to be
de-beaked and toe-clipped without anesthesia. Bright lights are initially kept
on most of the day to encourage feeding, but near the end of the chicken's stay
at the factory farm lights must be dimmed to reduce the fighting brought on from
extreme stress. During this time chickens are given a half square foot of space
to live.
Chickens are taken to the slaughterhouse in crates stacked on the back of
trucks, and driven to their destinations protected from the elements solely by
the bodies of other chickens. On arrival the birds are dumped onto a conveyor
belt. As the birds are unloaded, some fall onto the ground instead of landing on
the conveyor belt. Slaughterhouse workers, pushed too hard for the sake of
profit, don't have the time pick up individuals who fall through the cracks.
Chickens may, if they are lucky, die after being crushed by machinery or
vehicles operating near the unloading area, while in other cases, they may die
of starvation or exposure after days without receiving their basic needs.
Inside, the fully-conscious birds are hung, by their feet, on a moving rail. The
first stop is the stunning tank where the birds' heads are submerged in an
electrified bath of water, infamous for spreading containments. (Countries other
than the U.S. have modified this practice due to the health dangers it imposes.)
Electrical currents are commonly set lower than what is required to render the
birds unconscious because of concerns that too much electricity would damage the
carcass and diminish its monetary value. (Taste is not a consideration here, as
the taste of your factory-farmed chicken is generally determined by chemical
flavor generated in factories off of the New Jersey turnpike.) The result is
that birds are immobilized but are still capable of feeling pain, or they emerge
from the stunning tank still conscious.
After passing through the stunning tank, the birds' throats are slashed, usually
by a mechanical blade, draining the birds of blood. But the blade, of course,
misses some birds. Next stop is the scalding tank. Here they are submerged in
boiling hot water. Birds missed by the killing blade are boiled alive. This
occurs so commonly, affecting millions of birds every year, that the industry
has a termed these birds "redskins."
This summary of the life of meat chickens is by no means complete. Today's meat
chickens are also the victims of genetic engineering, altered to grow twice as
fast and twice as large as their ancestors. Hundreds of millions of chickens die
every year before reaching slaughter as they are pushed beyond their biological
limits. "Broilers [chickens] now grow so rapidly that the heart and lungs are
not developed well enough to support the remainder of the body, resulting in
congestive heart failure and tremendous death losses," according to one industry
journal. Modern meat type chickens also experience crippling leg disorders.
Confined in unhealthy factory farms, the birds also succumb to heat prostration,
infectious disease, and cancer.
If the number of chickens reared in factory farms each year in the U.S. were
laid out beak to toe, the line would stretch to the moon and back twice. And
chickens are far from unique in their suffering.
This is no small problem, and should not be ignored.
October 2nd is World Farm Animals Day, proclaimed so in Connecticut by Governor
John G. Rowland. The date marks the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi, a key opponent
to factory farming. On this day especially we should all ask ourselves if we are
doing all we can to limit the amount of suffering in the world experience by
farm animals. We should start where we have the most control, and what can we
control better that what we feed ourselves?
Bartlett is a member of the class 2003.
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