In my opinion, Kristof doesn’t do a very persuasive job of revealing his caring, compassionate side. Quite the contrary: He seems to me to be a less compassionate person for his experiences.
If, as he says, he grew to admire some of the animals in his family’s care, how could he go on to enjoy eating the animals he admired?
While living in North Carolina, I got to know some cows and calves firsthand. They were my neighbors, and very much thinking, feeling creatures with unique personalities. It was a revelation to me how attached and emotionally invested I became to the calves. After just one summer watching the calves being born and growing into frisky children, it became repugnant to me to think of beef being served as food.
What do you think: Is it possible to be a compassionate carnivore?