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The industrialization — and brutalization — of animals in America is a relatively new, evitable, and local phenomenon: No other country raises and sl… - Michael Pollan
" "The industrialization — and brutalization — of animals in America is a relatively new, evitable, and local phenomenon: No other country raises and slaughters its food animals quite as intensively or as brutally as we do. No other people in history has lived at quite so great a remove from the animals they eat. Were the walls of our meat industry to become transparent, literally or even figuratively, we would not long continue to raise, kill, and eat animals the way we do.
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About Michael Pollan
Michael Pollan (born February 6, 1955) is an American writer and journalist, currently the Knight Professor of Journalism at the University of California, Berkeley.
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