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Rows of narrow metal stalls, each one barely wider than the animal inside. Sows lay on their sides, unable to turn around, unable to stand fully. Their legs were splayed on slatted concrete floors. Some had raw, bloody sores on their shoulders. One chewed endlessly at the empty air—a repetitive, vacant motion, like a broken clock.

Ray looked out at his pastures—the few that weren’t paved. “We tried group housing once. Sows fight. They bite each other’s ears, crush each other’s piglets. Mortality went up twenty percent. You tell me what’s more humane—a tight space or a dead piglet?” Rows of narrow metal stalls, each one barely

“That’s what we tell ourselves,” she said. “That there’s a wall. On one side, dogs and cats—they feel pain. On the other side, pigs and cows—they feel… what? Nothing? Just dinner?” Some had raw, bloody sores on their shoulders

That night, she cooked lentils. Her husband didn’t complain. And in the morning, she drove past the turn to Sunrise Pork Co.—not to avoid it, but to keep a promise she’d made to herself. “We tried group housing once