Investigator Diaries

What stays with me? The sad eyes of the breeding female pigs as they look up at yet another human; who won’t free them from their awful existence.  They know they’re trapped in the gestation crate, unable to even turn around. After they’re artificially inseminated they’ll be marched over to the farrowing crate to have their babies. The cycle starts all over again once the innocent ...

Inside a slaughterhouse, in the waiting pens. It was the first-time on a night out investigating that I have ever cried on. I walked around ...