A butchery down my street
This post has been edited since the person linked to here removed their post after some controversy. It was regarding Muslim animal sacrifice in Bangladesh. I’ve retained the parts that are just my commentary. The comments are interesting so I’d like to keep them below. I apologize for Ms. Chulie de Silva for keeping the post up overnight, but I was asleep when she sent her mail… I’ve previously discussed my squeamishness with having both live cows and a butchery on my street (The Beef With Beef). In Bangladesh, a Muslim country, they take that a bit further on Eid al-Adha, literally butchering animals in the street. This is not animal sacrifice per se as they eat the meat, give a share to the poor, and use most of the parts.
In the west people would be grossed out by actual butchery in the streets, but practices in western industrial farms are far, far more inhumane than halal butchery. There, animals are essentially tortured and killed whereas in Bangladesh they seem to just be killed. It still must be disconcerting to see blood running in the streets.
As I’ve previously discussed in The Leader, however, part of the outsider reaction to this type of ritualized killing is disgust, but that’s also the point of ritualizing it. Animal sacrifice can externalize and confront the animal part of ourselves. To bring that bloodiness in us out into the streets, into some sort of social structure. What we are seeing, in essence, is the animal in us.