But What About the Vegans!?

Consider this post my farewell to veganism. I am writing it so that there is a single place to put down my ideas about the change and, I hope, the last place I’ll have to talk about this again. At the end of the day my change from being vegan has as much to do with the fact that I think that diets (and many other identities) just aren’t that interesting of a conversation as they seem to be to many people. Not to be entirely dismissive but I don’t really give a fuck what you do with your body. It is yours and is a major joy but it is your joy. The confusion about the difference between what is a personal thing and what is a political thing has long been a feature (not a bug!) of American radical politics. There are some other things to say too but all of that in its moment.

Twenty Years Later

Nine years into the future and we’re still counting the dead and the dying
…I’ve got to wonder what the fuck it’s going to take can it be undone
-Born Against

I was a vegan for a long time. Nearly half my life. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to the extremism of veganism. I was, especially in 1991 when I started. While I didn’t really know anyone associated with the Hardline scene until a few years later (and then only in passing and when they were on their way out) the idea of drawing clear lines appealed to me then. More or less it still appeals to me but it looks so different now that it isn’t really fair to call it the same thing. I liked the idea of taking the extreme position and abiding by extreme living-values (beyond just talking-values), but at the end of the day content matters.

Animal rights advocates are basically right. The animal farming industry is a horrific murder machine that has turned humans into receptacles of garbage.

The problem is that they are only partially right. It is far more than the animal farming industry that has done this thing to us: animals & humans. I am going to nod my head in the direction of JZ because I don’t think that the real problem here is capitalism. I don’t believe capitalism gives a fuck whether we eat animals (more on that later). This is where I disagree with Murder of Crows and other post-vegan ideologues.

I believe the reason (or rather what includes the reason in such a way that I can accept) that humans have turned all life into a factory is civilization. Here I think of civilization as the ideology of humans that states that it is good & right for us to control the rest of the planet. Mostly we control the earth by putting cities on top of it but for the rest of the land we have created factories that serve cities. Civilization is the process by which we separate the technics (which provide us food, tablet computers, and plastic crap) from the nice cups of coffee next to bike paths. It is the particular way we have chosen to separate life as a statistical, mechanical, and political problem from life as what we do in the world. It is the massification of systems so that seven billion people can roam the land. Civilization is humanism on steroids.

Veganism talks about this problem in the same way that a blind man talks about an elephant

  • It is horrible that animals die, even more terrible that the vast majority of animals are raised purely for the dinner table.
  • Many more people could be fed if we were more efficient about our land utilization.
  • Veganism would save the environment (and much, much more) by decreasing the bad things and increasing the good things…

It has been well over a decade since I moved away from this kind of a vegan-outlook. About as long as it’s been since I’ve really associated with vegans and their potlucks, cute little shops, and adorable outfits. But I continued to have a vegan practice long after my departure from vegan(ism) for the same reason that I do many things, I am very stubborn.

Naming and subjects

Naming a root cause, be it human cruelty or Civilization, does very little to rectify the situation, even if it feels like a radical pursuit. Similarly, subjectivizing the problem perhaps makes you a more interesting person (or, as likely, a very boring one) but it doesn’t externalize a solution. Here is where capitalism comes in. Capitalism loves subjective problems, as it always has a solution to them. Guess what it is?

Veganism was always a partial solution (to the problems of industrial animal production) but in the past 20 years I have seen it become something else entirely. It only even slowed down factory farming if you accept the premises of boycott politics. Even if you accept the most positive premise that Veganism was direct action against a system of domination, it merely demonstrated how meager and small individual acts are. Actions in isolation are always isolated and rarely understood as statement (“Against the death machine”) or implementation (“and we act against your system which we burn to the ground”). This is not a plea for a set of mass actions against the animal industry (which would be a partial target that will crumble with the fall of the petro-economy anyway) but a reason to pause in the story as we understand it now. Moreover even if Veganism was a radical act at some point in the past it is more (and less) than that now. It is also an identity, with all that that implies.

I have a close friend who has been vegan even longer than I was who is also very sick. I just saw a short video of her on her sickbed talking about life in the hospital. Every time she talked about food she also mentioned the food’s veracity vis a vis veganism: “Vegan chicken”, “Vegan Ravioli”, etc. This is boundary checking behavior. It is similar to how bats echo locate the world as they navigate. The world responds with an echo and the bat knows themselves through their flight through space. This form of identity-checking makes sense when you recognize yourself in the echoes. But what happens when you no longer hear a response?

It is self-evident that veganism has become a consumer choice on a field of exotic choices. In many ways it has paved the way to a variety of niche markets that have fueled the growth of companies like Whole Foods, Herbivore, et al. and phenomena like soy & gluten free diets, the predominance of “cruelty free” HABA products, etc. It goes on and on. We have, by making life choices as simple as what we buy, participated in a transformation of capitalism from mass to boutique. From “Any customer can have a car painted any color that he wants so long as it is black” to “An Army of One.” Hurray us!

What is radical about you?

One of the hardest questions a radical1 can ask themselves is what exactly differentiates them from the dominant culture they are differentiating themselves from? Perhaps the larger existential question is why exactly does having radical politics also entail a differentiation at all? But the problem of how we put our ideas into practice is a more serious one than the particular social problem of why we have to be seen doing it.

My political arc isn’t unusual, especially among my age group. I started in punk/hardcore, and gravitated over time towards the political(esque) DIY hardcore scene that talked all the time about the link between politics and practice. In hindsight I realize how preachy, pedantic, and unsophisticated it all was but, to be honest, I was too.

Then, I had to wear my flag all the time. I cared so much about what strangers and future frenemies thought of me that I always played dress up. Today, I don’t care. The fact that it took me so long to grow (the fuck) up is related to the same stubbornness that kept me a vegan for all of those years.

For years I argued for veganism as one of the few ways that a person could put the Beautiful Idea into practice. I was wrong. The Idea is just that. We can do anarchistic things, we can attempt to break the cycles of terror and violence that comprise nearly every aspect of this world, but nothing we do is pure. Every person has to draw their line and the sad part about that is how lonely and isolated that is. I sincerely wish that my process of thinking about veganism, from pre to post, wasn’t alone. But it was.

I do not relate to the idea that the world will be changed by the conscious acts of the oppressed. This is not because I ignore the history of the struggles that have come before, but because the compromised victories of these mass struggles were always immediately superseded by the monsters. Whereas the mass celebrates, the monsters prepare for the next fight. They change the terms of engagement. The only form of mass culture that maintains memory and unity is on the side of the dominating class. More education, purer activities, or better people aren’t going to change the fact that individuals can be (and are) bought off, that the kind of organization that won the 40 hour work week isn’t even going to achieve the (meager, pathetic) goal of full employment ever again.

The individual act of rebellion does not make a radical. Radical was just another rock-and-roll fantasy. Late 20th century counter-cultural (aka boutique) capitalist methods were effective at convincing naïve mid-western children that we could make a difference. We couldn’t. Not in the way we thought. What we are capable of is smaller and more interesting than the lyrics of Soulside or Dead Kennedy. The process of working through the apparatus of illusions has taken me to a place I haven’t heard much about from former peers. I don’t want bumper sticker politics any longer but I also don’t want to be an existential “used to be” either.

Where does that leave us

Perhaps I began this with the idea of presenting a cogent argument about why I am no longer a vegan. But it isn’t an argument at all. Arguing about stupid shit is exactly what I have wasted far too much of the last two decades on. Veganism is at this point the representative characteristic of those stupid fights, of that wasted time.

At the end of the day my actual diet will not change all that much. I live with a vegetarian and am not so starving for a meat diet that I’m going to chase down a different situation. Moreover I don’t want to eat the offal of factory farming.

Leaving veganism behind is more about leaving behind my relationships with the thousand moralists who I have met over the years, obsessing about food-as-product, basing my self-understanding on an identity that is synthetic, shallow, and unsustainable. In many ways my criticism of veganism is similar to the reasons why I rarely socialize with anarchists. I want to build something social but I don’t want to rely on tradition, identity, or laziness to do it.

Farewell veganism. You helped me be aware of how I inhabited the world and how the world inhabited me. You are still a big part of the life of some few people who I am fond of . You probably kept me honest in a way that I needed in my twenties and kept me sincere in my thirties. I will always remember the potlucks, the restaurants, and the health of certain vegans as being directly inspiring to me. I don’t blame you for my weight, unhealthiness, or bad teeth. I don’t blame you for my stubbornness either, but my future goals just don’t include you and it took a lot of thinking to give myself the space to walk away. I am not an ex-vegan or a post-vegan. I am a fellow traveler who goes a different direction with no acrimony or regret.

1 I’ve always hated the term radical but almost every other general term to describe a position-that-stands-against-the-existing-order-but-isn’t-as-specific-as-my-particularly-nihilistic-anarchist-position is even worse.

15 thoughts on “But What About the Vegans!?”

  1. brother, f*k all arguing. “The only form of mass culture that maintains memory and unity is on the side of the dominating class.”– this is us. jst remember.

  2. I can relate to this essay very much. As a member of Gather – a band that sought to ‘make vegans’ – it might seem surprising that I now understand this position so very well. Like you, it isn’t because I think a Paleo diet, etc. is BETTER (read: greener, healthier, more radical) than veganism, it is just that any consumer choice one makes feeds those in power – even a choice to ‘go off the grid’, in a sense is framed in a way that those in power will, in time, relish.

    I await the moment in our near future where a cascade of events makes clear the steps people will have to take. In that moment, I will try and educate and assist my peers so that we can stay alive, stay ‘free’, and stay healthy. But until that day, what I choose to eat has no impact on hastening that moment.

    I also work at Whole Foods. Anecdotally, I don’t pass judgment on those who buy $100 worth of vegetables with a bit of meat and eggs at the end of their order (faithful Pollan-its, I suppose), but it DOES hurt me when a vegan friend ‘sells out.’ Why? For reasons that have nothing to do with the emotional intelligence of other animals, but SOLELY for (as Kacynski would say) ‘oversocialized leftist’ reasons. For selfish reasons, I want to be healthy (god damnit!) and so will stay ‘vegan’ probably, plus, I’m not ready to rock my personal oversocialized boat yet. As inspired by Cabal, Argot, I say, “This is still how my clique rolls and so I will too.”

    What is funny, to me – and also inspiring, in a way – is how in the face of this new understanding of the world and the ineffectiveness of ‘personal choice’, Straight Edge shows itself as more and more relevant to my comportment to this culture, while veganism does not. How do you feel about SXE in light of your new understanding of veganism?

  3. xDx: I came the closest that I ever have to drinking over the summer. I had just arrived in Greece and was totally wiped out from dragging my WAY too heavy bags around Athens. I finally sat down with my host, at a cafe, when he poured two glasses of ouzo for the two of us. When I declined he said that drinking (EtOH) is the way that Greeks demonstrate that they are ready to gain closeness to a person, to have deeper political conversations.

    That was tough. Tougher than all the assholes, jocks, or snarky frenemies. It was a linkage between a cultural practice and something that I desired that just doesn’t exist in this country. In the US I have never found something more interesting in a drinking culture than what was outside of it. In Greece it seemed possible. At the end of the day I was a visitor there and was not going to go through the level of processing that would be necessary for me to become a local.

    I don’t believe I will ever drink alcohol (or use other drugs) but I have very little to do with SxE any more. Largely this is for the same reasons that I don’t like other moralists but the more general problem of what do peers look like when one gets older also applies. I am a “lifer” but it matters in fewer and fewer situations as I get older. Even the young people I meet who understand what it means tend to judge me on their terms (meaning that I don’t dress right or look cute enough to be interesting) so it doesn’t exactly open any doors or make interesting relationships.

    This choice of abstinence does have a different tenor for me than veganism. It always has. One is about survival, the other was about something “out there.” I am still interested in survival and in the stories of other survivors.

  4. I think the question, “What is radical about you?” is very interesting.

    The ways that we tend to think about ourselves and each other can take this question into various directions: action/doing-oriented, identity-oriented, trait-oriented, family or class-oriented… Though, the question seems like it will tend towards a basis for social identity. I can sketch out the particulars of what I do and have done, what social connections I identify with, what traits are relatively different in me than in others, my family history and class positions. So, I can take this sketch which is already based on all sorts of relative comparisons and then further consider it in the relative context of where I live(d), demographic stuff (age, race, sex, blah), time period, sociocultural and economic conditions. At this point, since I am not a statistician and I am probably too lazy to take this project seriously to make an attempt at relying on factual data… I’d have a fuzzy sketch of an individual in an even fuzzier sketch of the worlds of this individual. I could attempt to clarify my lines, values, and other such features. I could incorporate ever-greater datum. But I am still involved in speculation that will probably be a far cry from clear thinking. I may evaluate the relative importance of my diet compared to my social behavior, my emotional habits compared to my economic interests; but, the whole project would be oriented towards this notion “radical” (however that may be defined)…

    Is my worldview radical? Are my actions radical? From what definition of radical and taking into relative comparison who else? I am sure that on many levels, my differences are more-or-less superficial from those with reasonably similar conditions to compare myself with. Where I grew up, what values shaped various social environments, what ‘choices’ I’ve made, how I’ve responded to them… I believe I am just as much a product of the dynamic interaction of all these forces as most other people. Remove “radical” as the variable to question about myself, and I’m another person who is likely sketching all of this stuff out to perform — better, to respond to reiterating patterns in my life differently based on some hypothesis, to evaluate everything I can in order to organize my life and my conditions based on my thoughts. Put “radical” back in there, and really… if it’s taken up as a goal of some sort to adjust towards, what makes me more-or-less “radical” is my conception of radical, my analysis, and how finely my choices are organized by such.

    If I lean too much to action-orientation, the quality of my radical is relative to what I am capable of acting upon. If I lean too much to identity-orientation, it is my status is some network of folks I think of as also being radicals. If it’s trait-orientation that takes to the fore, I have resigned myself to a determinism and maybe I’ll find a good dating website. If it is past-oriented (family) or class-oriented (wealth), I am radical by virtue of something I have very little choice in. In other words, I dance on a fine point called “radical” that itself is likely obscure, in an attempt to make choices that make the most sense to me.

    Maybe there’s a more radical manner of orientating my conception of Self? 🙂

  5. Aragorn!,

    How are you relating abstaining from alcohol and drug use to survival?

    Are you referring to people doing stupid shit while intoxicated that gets themselves hurt or killed?

    Or are you referring to something like the religious concept that I grew up with that alcohol and drug use kills one’s soul?

    – Ian

  6. I think veganism arose from a sense of powerlessness. After all what does the 1% who owns 60% of everything or the military-industrial complex care about a small percent of people (or even if everyone) stopped eating meat & dairy, but continued to pay their taxes, vote and serve in the military?

    The top 1% might ‘care’ if they own meat & dairy stocks but they’d switch to owning soy (or rather MORE soy) production if this were a vegan “police state”.

  7. You’re a self righteous imbecile, making a long winded excuse for giving up on veganism, to make your conscience feel better.
    It is not about products, or being better than anyone else. It is not even for you, or about you. It is for the billions of animals murdered every year.
    Attitudes like yours are the ones that made me ashamed to speak up for so long because someone always had an argument as to why they should be allowed to do as they wish (be it eat meat, be racist, sexist, homophobic, etc), and not have someone tell them how to live, speak, or think.
    They always jump on the defensive usually before I’ve even said more than ‘I’m vegan'(or the equivalent) in the apprehension they’d be chastised for their weak minded attitudes towards those subjects.
    Go curl up with your copy of the vegetarian myth with all the other ex vegan self righteous anarchist sell outs.
    Who sit there thinking they’ve found an excuse for there weak backbone in not being able to resist eating the flesh of another, purely for there own greed.

    Meat is still murder! Dairy is still rape! A positive step to ending murder is better than your step backwards!

  8. I’ve given up on a few identities while still doing the things that define them. It’s a good move.
    BTW, eating eggs is infanticide. Yummy infanticide.

  9. A lot of people that travel overseas come home not being vegan anymore. Good to know you’re part of the crowd.

    “In many ways my criticism of veganism is similar to the reasons why I rarely socialize with anarchists.”

    You almost solely socialize with anarchists. Your social circle over the years has been composed of people that have been engaged in anarchist projects and to the extent that they are involved in anarchist projects is to the extent that you socialize with them. This statement is a pretty clear indication of your personal myopia, you can’t see the world around you clearly enough to realize your place in it.

    Otherwise this essay is primarily a long winded excuse to eat some cheese.

  10. ALF: Thanks for your input. You make a strong case.

    matt: I agree that I am using a specific definition of anarchist here that is worth unpacking. The anarchist-for-the-scene (aka dilettante) is the kind of anarchist that I rarely socialize with. This is counter-posed (at least in my mind) with the anarchist-that-does-projects. Those people, and those projects, continue to interest me. Thanks for providing me with the opportunity to clarify my thought on this point.

  11. ALF, Your comments could succinctly sum up the entirety of this blog post as well as 99 % of Aragorn’s other blatherings in the first 5 words preceeding the comma in your post. Go back to Europe! The milk is better there! The long windedness of this warm breeze has gone on for a lengthy stretch now.

    London Calling?

  12. This year I passed my 20-year-anniversary of being vegan. I became vegan after speaking with a guy named Aragorn at a party in San Diego somewhere around 1993. I was just thinking “I wish I could thank that guy,” and Google found this website. Maybe you’re him? I am thankful every day for the reduction of harm I do to this planet and its creatures, and I credit you for kicking that off. Thanks.

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