“Fish: Friends or food?” by Sarah Becker
The tilapia struggled on the cutting board, gasping for breath as the shimmering knife blade approached. The blade grew closer, touching its scintillating scales. Suddenly, a flash of silver and the blade was wedged in its spinal column, piercing its tough exterior and plunging in to its flesh. A quick, fitful spasm, and it grew still, surrounded in squirts of its own blood on the now red cutting board. I took a deep breath, picked up the spoon, and gently began stroking its sides, beginning the process of scaling to prepare the fish for its new purpose in its afterlife: human food.
Death is always a touchy subject. Though I have never personally experienced a loss, I have grown up in a culture that diminishes and hides death, labeling it with words like, “bad” and “scary” from the time we are very young. As a result, I grew a little uncomfortable when I learned in Human Ecology that we would be selecting and killing a fish as a food source. I love fish. I eat it all the time. But to actually kill a fish? To me that just seemed wrong. Continue reading