I am sorry to report that my standing as a slightly leftward, politically aware activist has eroded. Badly.
“Stand up against abuses in Turkey,” reads the subject line of the email.
Now come on and tell me that your mind didn’t, for the tiniest split-second, picture a factory turkey farm, with a contingent of placard-bearing protesters outside the gate. At the very least, you thought about the turkey sandwich awaiting the lunching hour. Or, more likely, you thought that the gentleman pictured above was asking his thronging flock (not a euphemism), “Who’s your daddy?”
It follows, then, I would argue, that I might become concerned about what horrifying plucking evils have been occurring at Turkey Town Farms. I might even have clicked on over to the petition-signing link of this email. That is when I realized that there were humans being abused by other humans of Turkish persuasion. My bad. Guilt-signed the petition, which I guess means that I should not travel to Turkey anytime soon—at least not before the current regime is, a) toppled, or, b) inspired to mend its unsavory ways.
The moral of the story? Violation of human and animal rights impacts us all. Read your junk mail carefully. Maybe, just maybe, we can make a difference. One Turkey at a time.