You know me. I write about vegan pizza, social events, and eating snacks on trains.
I bang on about tofu like it’s going out of fashion and tell you when your local supermarket has added another fake meat to the shelves. I’m all about helping people feel celebrated in their compassionate choices.
But I don’t yell about not eating animals for the hell of it. I do it because I want to reduce my contribution to unnecessary suffering. Because I think kindness is political.
And that’s why I’m writing today.
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Imade of Palestinians at market in Gaza strip in 1956 (Moshe Marlin Levin/Meitar Collection/National Library of Israel/The Pritzker Family National Photography Collection)