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August 12, 2016
SAVING THE PLANET AS A VEGAN
Why I took the plunge at last and converted (almost) to veganism
By George Monbiot
Source: monbiot.com
The world can cope with 7 or even 10 billion people. But only if we stop eating meat.
Livestock farming is the most potent means by which we amplify our presence on the
planet. It’s the amount of land an animal-based diet needs that makes it so destructive.
An analysis by the farmer and scholar Simon Fairlie suggests that Britain could easily
feed itself within its own borders. But while a diet containing a moderate amount of
meat, dairy and eggs would require the use of 11 million hectares of land (4m of which
would be arable), a vegan diet would demand a total of just 3m. Not only do humans
need no pasture, but we use grains and pulses more efficiently when we eat them
ourselves.
This would enable 15m hectares of the land now used for farming to be set aside for
nature. Alternatively, on a vegan planet, Britain could feed 200 million people. It’s not
hard to see, extending this thought experiment to the rest of the world, how gently we
could tread if we stopped keeping animals. Rainforests, savannahs, wetlands,
magnificent wildlife can live alongside us, but not alongside our current diet.
Because we have failed to understand this in terms of space, we believe we can solve
the problem by switching from indoor production to free range meat and eggs.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Free range farming is kinder to livestock but
crueller to the rest of the living world.
When people criticise farming, they preface it with the word intensive. But extensive
farming, almost by definition, does greater harm: more land is needed to rear the
same amount of food. Keeping cattle or sheep on ranches, whether in the Amazon,
the US, Australia or the hills of Britain, is even more of a planet-busting indulgence
than beef feedlots and hog cities, cruel and hideous as these are.
Over several years, as I became more aware of these inconvenient truths, I gradually
dropped farmed meat from my diet. But still I ate milk and eggs. I knew the dire
environmental impacts of the crops (such as maize and soya) on which dairy cows
and chickens are fed. I knew about the waste, the climate change, the air pollution.
But greed got the better of me. Cheese, yoghurt, butter, eggs – I loved them all.
Then something happened that broke down the wall of denial. Last September I
arranged to spend a day beside the River Culm in Devon, renowned for its wildlife and
beauty. But the stretch I intended to explore had been reduced to a stinking ditch,
almost lifeless except for sewage fungus. I traced the pollution back to a dairy farm. A
local man told me the disaster had been developing for months. But his efforts to
persuade the Environment Agency (the government regulator) to take action had
been fruitless.
I published the photos I had taken in the Guardian, and they caused a stir. Still,
however, the Environment Agency refused to take action. Its excuses were so
preposterous that I realised this was more than simple incompetence. After publishing
another article about this farce, I was contacted, separately, by two staff members at
the agency. They told me they had been instructed to disregard all incidents of this
kind. The cause, they believed, was political pressure from the government.
That did it. Why, I reasoned, should I support an industry the government refuses to
regulate? Since then, I have cut almost all animal products from my diet. I’m not
religious about it. If I’m at a friend’s house I might revert to vegetarianism. If I’m away
from home, I will take a drop of milk in my tea. About once a fortnight I have an egg for
my breakfast, perhaps once a month a fish I catch or a herring or some anchovies (if
you eat fish, take them from the bottom of the foodchain). Perhaps three or four times
a year, on special occasions, I will eat farmed meat: partly out of greed, partly
because I don’t want to be even more of a spectre at the feast than I am already. This
slight adaptation, I feel, reduces the chances that I will lapse.
I still eat roadkill when I can find it, and animals killed as agricultural pests whose
bodies might otherwise be dumped. At the moment, while pigeons, deer, rabbits and
squirrels are so abundant in this country and are being killed for purposes other than
meat production, eating the carcasses seems to be without ecological consequence.
Perhaps you could call me a pestitarian.
Even so, such meals are rare. My rough calculation suggests that 97% of my diet now
consists of plants. I eat plenty of pulses, seeds and nuts and heaps of vegetables.
That almost allows me to join the 500,000 people in Britain who are full vegans – but
not quite. Of course, these choices also have impacts, but they are generally far lower
than those of meat, dairy and eggs. If you want to eat less soya, eat soya: eating
animal products tends to mean consuming far more of this crop, albeit indirectly.
Replacing meat with soya reduces the clearance of natural vegetation, per
kilogramme of protein, by 96%.
After almost a year on this diet, I have dropped from 12 stone to 11. I feel better than I’
ve done for years, and my craving for fat has all but disappeared. Cheese is no more
appealing to me now than a lump of lard. My asthma has almost gone. There are a
number of possible explanations, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do
with cutting out milk. I have to think harder about what I cook, but that is no bad thing.
Meat eating is strongly associated with conventional images of masculinity, and some
people appear to feel threatened by those who give up animal products. An Italian
politician this week proposed jailing parents who impose a vegan diet on their
children, in case it leaves them malnourished. Curiously, he failed to recommend the
same sanction for feeding them on chips and sausages.
By chance, at a festival this summer, I again met the man from Devon who had tried to
persuade the Environment Agency to take action on the River Culm. He told me that
nothing has changed. When there’s a choice between protecting the living world and
appeasing powerful lobby groups, most governments will take the second option. But
we can withdraw our consent from this corruption. If you exercise that choice, I doubt
you will regret it.
SAVING THE PLANET AS A VEGAN
Why I took the plunge at last and converted (almost) to veganism
By George Monbiot
Source: monbiot.com
The world can cope with 7 or even 10 billion people. But only if we stop eating meat.
Livestock farming is the most potent means by which we amplify our presence on the
planet. It’s the amount of land an animal-based diet needs that makes it so destructive.
An analysis by the farmer and scholar Simon Fairlie suggests that Britain could easily
feed itself within its own borders. But while a diet containing a moderate amount of
meat, dairy and eggs would require the use of 11 million hectares of land (4m of which
would be arable), a vegan diet would demand a total of just 3m. Not only do humans
need no pasture, but we use grains and pulses more efficiently when we eat them
ourselves.
This would enable 15m hectares of the land now used for farming to be set aside for
nature. Alternatively, on a vegan planet, Britain could feed 200 million people. It’s not
hard to see, extending this thought experiment to the rest of the world, how gently we
could tread if we stopped keeping animals. Rainforests, savannahs, wetlands,
magnificent wildlife can live alongside us, but not alongside our current diet.
Because we have failed to understand this in terms of space, we believe we can solve
the problem by switching from indoor production to free range meat and eggs.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Free range farming is kinder to livestock but
crueller to the rest of the living world.
When people criticise farming, they preface it with the word intensive. But extensive
farming, almost by definition, does greater harm: more land is needed to rear the
same amount of food. Keeping cattle or sheep on ranches, whether in the Amazon,
the US, Australia or the hills of Britain, is even more of a planet-busting indulgence
than beef feedlots and hog cities, cruel and hideous as these are.
Over several years, as I became more aware of these inconvenient truths, I gradually
dropped farmed meat from my diet. But still I ate milk and eggs. I knew the dire
environmental impacts of the crops (such as maize and soya) on which dairy cows
and chickens are fed. I knew about the waste, the climate change, the air pollution.
But greed got the better of me. Cheese, yoghurt, butter, eggs – I loved them all.
Then something happened that broke down the wall of denial. Last September I
arranged to spend a day beside the River Culm in Devon, renowned for its wildlife and
beauty. But the stretch I intended to explore had been reduced to a stinking ditch,
almost lifeless except for sewage fungus. I traced the pollution back to a dairy farm. A
local man told me the disaster had been developing for months. But his efforts to
persuade the Environment Agency (the government regulator) to take action had
been fruitless.
I published the photos I had taken in the Guardian, and they caused a stir. Still,
however, the Environment Agency refused to take action. Its excuses were so
preposterous that I realised this was more than simple incompetence. After publishing
another article about this farce, I was contacted, separately, by two staff members at
the agency. They told me they had been instructed to disregard all incidents of this
kind. The cause, they believed, was political pressure from the government.
That did it. Why, I reasoned, should I support an industry the government refuses to
regulate? Since then, I have cut almost all animal products from my diet. I’m not
religious about it. If I’m at a friend’s house I might revert to vegetarianism. If I’m away
from home, I will take a drop of milk in my tea. About once a fortnight I have an egg for
my breakfast, perhaps once a month a fish I catch or a herring or some anchovies (if
you eat fish, take them from the bottom of the foodchain). Perhaps three or four times
a year, on special occasions, I will eat farmed meat: partly out of greed, partly
because I don’t want to be even more of a spectre at the feast than I am already. This
slight adaptation, I feel, reduces the chances that I will lapse.
I still eat roadkill when I can find it, and animals killed as agricultural pests whose
bodies might otherwise be dumped. At the moment, while pigeons, deer, rabbits and
squirrels are so abundant in this country and are being killed for purposes other than
meat production, eating the carcasses seems to be without ecological consequence.
Perhaps you could call me a pestitarian.
Even so, such meals are rare. My rough calculation suggests that 97% of my diet now
consists of plants. I eat plenty of pulses, seeds and nuts and heaps of vegetables.
That almost allows me to join the 500,000 people in Britain who are full vegans – but
not quite. Of course, these choices also have impacts, but they are generally far lower
than those of meat, dairy and eggs. If you want to eat less soya, eat soya: eating
animal products tends to mean consuming far more of this crop, albeit indirectly.
Replacing meat with soya reduces the clearance of natural vegetation, per
kilogramme of protein, by 96%.
After almost a year on this diet, I have dropped from 12 stone to 11. I feel better than I’
ve done for years, and my craving for fat has all but disappeared. Cheese is no more
appealing to me now than a lump of lard. My asthma has almost gone. There are a
number of possible explanations, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do
with cutting out milk. I have to think harder about what I cook, but that is no bad thing.
Meat eating is strongly associated with conventional images of masculinity, and some
people appear to feel threatened by those who give up animal products. An Italian
politician this week proposed jailing parents who impose a vegan diet on their
children, in case it leaves them malnourished. Curiously, he failed to recommend the
same sanction for feeding them on chips and sausages.
By chance, at a festival this summer, I again met the man from Devon who had tried to
persuade the Environment Agency to take action on the River Culm. He told me that
nothing has changed. When there’s a choice between protecting the living world and
appeasing powerful lobby groups, most governments will take the second option. But
we can withdraw our consent from this corruption. If you exercise that choice, I doubt
you will regret it.