A Quote by Michael Pollan on synchronicity, slaughterhouse, food supply, and food
The day after my steak-and-Singer dinner at the palm I found myself on a plane flying from Atlanta to Denver. A couple of hours into the flight the pilot, who hadn’t uttered word one until now, came on the public address system to announce, apropos of nothing, that we were passing over Liberal, Kansas. This was the first, last, and only landmark on our flight path that the pilot deigned to mention, which seemed very odd, given its obscurity to everyone on the plane but me. For Liberal, Kansas, happens to be the town where my steer, very possibly that very day, was being slaughtered. I’m not a superstitious person, but this struck me as a most eerie coincidence. I could only wonder what was going on just then, thirty thousand feet below me, on the kill floor of the National Beef Plant, where steer number 534 had his date with the stunner.
I could only wonder because the company had refused to let me see. When I visited the plant earlier that spring I was shown everything but the kill floor. I watched steers being unloaded from trailers into corrals and then led up a ramp and through a blue door. What happened on the other side of the blue door I had to reconstruct from accounts of others who had been allowed to go there. ...
Source: The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals (Large Print Press), Pages: 328-9
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