So I’m scrolling through Instagram and I see this post from a yoga teacher:
Interestingly enough, before I actually read the accompanying copy on her personal post, I thought she was talking about this:
As a member of the Eastern Pequot Tribal Nation, this is not an unfamiliar story to me. My family has never celebrated this holiday, and my Mother has always been pretty explicit about why. Plus, my guardian insists that there is no reason to consume a turkey, as they aren’t the smartest creatures and he stresses that you literally are what you eat.
None of this is of any consequence to people who celebrate Thanksgiving or eat turkey or eat Tofurky. That’s not the point of this post.
This IS an observation on ‘vegan bullying’ and the cult of recreational outrage. It’s a hilariously sad fact that we choose our morality, particularly if we can’t be bothered to educate ourselves on a simple thing like history. One of my students introduced me to the concept of recreational outrage, which states that if everything else in your life is going fairly well, the proverbial social justice warrior will make up a reason to be outraged and bully everyone around them to that effect (see: The young man who told me that eating chicken was worse than slavery. Yes…really). That is not to say that there aren’t plenty of reasons to be so, but to bully others as a result of it smacks distinctly of moving from a place of fear.
BEING VEGAN DOES NOT MAKE YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE.
The more we talk ‘to’ each other instead of ‘at’ each other, the more likely we are to reach each other. It’s easy to judge a group of people by what they do (or do not do), instead of work to understand why. Since I began this journey, I’ve witnessed many take the ‘moral high ground’ in the plant-based community and look down on everyone who doesn’t think like them, and it saddens me. None of us is better than the other. We are all perfectly imperfect in our humanity, and it would behoove us to see to the heart of each other for the elevation of all.