My brother was a vegan and animal welfare activist, fortunately not the sort prone to idiotic outbursts or violence. I admired his devotion to his cause even though I didn't and still essentially don't share it. (I believe that if we weren't meant to eat animals, they wouldn't be made out of meat. That said, my brother's main issue was not whether animals were killed but whether they suffered while alive or during the process of being killed, and that's a question which I find a lot more valid than simply saying we shouldn't eat meat.)
After my brother's tragic death, my mother got rather involved with similar issues, wanting perhaps to perpetuate his influence on the planet and on society in his absence in a way that only a mother could truly feel.
As a physician, she takes particular interest in the use of animals to teach medicine; she vociferously opposes that use. (Interestingly, she has not taken a hard stand against the use of animals to test pharmaceuticals since the only plausible alternative is to use humans for that testing and she's not part of the environmental/animal-rights radical fringe which thinks that humans are of lesser value than animals.)
My mother's letter to the editor of the Washington Times is part of her quest to prolong and deepen my brother's legacy:
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