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| I started this blog because so many people were trying to find out who I was. You see, I seem to have created a bit of a stink when I went up against the mighty Tyson. But then, stirring things up is fun, especially when you are in the right. It all started one day in January, 2003 with a little email to PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals). You see, when I worked at Tyson conditions were so bad that I felt it necessary to stand up and do s omething about it. Nobody seemed to be interested in the workers, so I decided to see if anyone cared about the chickens. Boy, did they!!! My wife had worked with PETA before years ago and knew that they would indeed care, but we had no idea how much. We are a big part of the campaign against KFC to have them put pressure on Tyson to change their ways. They do indeed need changing. Did you know that every time you eat a bucket of "extra crispy" that you are supporting torture and abuse? My wife didn't know until the day we wrote the first email. What I have seen was horrible enough that we had quit eating chicken. When we researched a bit we found out that the poultry business is no worse than any other part of factory farming. Now we don't eat any meat at all. We also spend a part of each day in the fight against factory farming. We are healthier and happier. I'm also able to compensate some for my participation in this industry for so many years. Through my actions I believe I have done some good and opened some eyes, but it has not been easy. I live in a small town in Arkansas. Tyson is big business here. They are a big part of the economy. I have many friends and family who work there. I started catching chickens myself when I was just a teen-ager. After I got out of the Army I went back to Tyson for a job because, hey, there is not much else around here that pays decently and has benefits. I worked in the part of the plant referred to as back dock doing "live-hang." This is where workers take the chickens off a conveyor belt and hang the chickens upside down with their legs in metal shackles. They go from there to a killing room where there is a machine that is supposed to stun them, then on to another that slits their throats, and on down the line. Doesn't sound TOO bad, BUT..... 1) These birds go by at 182 shackles per minute. 2) Not all the birds get hung properly. Some of them only get hung by one leg (referred to as one-leggers). These have to be pulled down, severing the leg and leaving the bird to die a long, painful death. 3) Not all of them get stunned properly. Some of them get hit in the wrong place, which usually causes point #4. 4) Not all of them get their throats slit properly. When this happens they go into the scalder alive. It is not pretty. 5) Many of the employees do absolutely cruel things to the birds, especially when they are having a hard day/night. One guy even blew up chickens with dry ice bombs! If you want to read the whole statement that started all this go here |
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| Name: | Virgil Butler | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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