I’ve mentioned a few “vegan” Zionists I’ve encountered in other posts, but it just doesn’t stop. A vegan account I follow on Instagram made a pride post yesterday, and some queerphobic vegans in the comments stated that they are unfollowing because they disagreed with the “LGBT agenda” being supported by the account or some shit like that.
Of course, there were also some people who said they were unfollowing simply because the post was “unrelated” to veganism, but I’m convinced that this just serves as an excuse to make their homophobia look far less homophobic instead of being as genuinely apathetic to the matter as they’re framing themselves to be.
This is all too confusing for me. How do you get conscious to a point of saying “Oppression towards non-human animals is fucked up,” but still keep a disturbing tendency to support oppression of certain humans simply on the basis of who they are?
I’m very much disturbed by how I can encounter some vegans that seem highly principled in supporting animal liberation, but then they turn around and endorse capitalism, racism, imperialism, queerphobia, and many other kinds of reactionary bullshit in the process.
I’m beginning to be done with my efforts to try to understand anyone like this, but do any of you have any idea as to where the hell this type of thinking stems from?
I had a conversation with a person who was… vegan when they felt like it… whose decision making “came more from the heart.” It was funny because they made an argument to the effect of meat processing plants being so grizzly. This, to me, rang the bell that they were talking about animal liberation. So when I asked them about pets, I get this contradictory answer about how “of course pets are okay because it’s mutual love and affection.” Comrade, their livelihood comes from helping people with their pets. So, I, being the argumentative type who wants to pick apart belief systems into their constituent parts (because in my past I believed the pain in my life came from shitty first principals) asked about beekeeping (and fathers that are of beekeeping age). I got some “hmmmmm, I don’t really know.” I then, promptly, got shoved out of the conversation by my friend whose enlightened centrism came to save the day as he explained how meat is… le good!