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Chapter 11, Gail A. Eisnitz went to the state pen to talk with a former horse slaughterer that was
Steve Parrish finally entered and was directed to where I was seated.
Parrish, a compact, graceful African American in his early thirties, crossed the room with a slow,
confident gait. He sat down across from me, smiled, then asked- as if he were actually interested-
how I was doing. I wanted to establish a good rapport, so we talked for a while about life in
general, his specifically.
He had worked in slaughterhouses ever since he was a teenager. He didnt say much about his
life in Chicago's streets, the dangerous crowd he ran with- or how he'd landed in jail this time.
I asked him what kind of horses were slaughtered at the plants where he'd worked.
"Belgians, Arabians, little ponies- all kinds. Long as it's a horse. Stolen horses, too"
"Stolen?" I asked. Lately at my job, I'd been getting a lot of complaints about horses that had
been stolen from their owners and sold to slaughterhouses. Horse theft for slaughter seemed to
be on the increase.
"Guys with their own trucks, they'd steal horses and bring them for us to kill and sell," he replied.
"This one guy- I know him pretty well- he told me it's good money, stealing horses. Said I got lots of
experience with horses, would I like to go with him sometime and steal some. I told him I'm not
really into that."
"Where would he steal them from?" I asked.
"A lot of people own little farms they don't live on," he said, "just places where they hold horses
and feed them. Pet horses, riding horses in good condition, some of them young. These guys
would bring them in at night. We didn't have no night shift then. The boss needed more meat to
ship to Belgium. We'd stay over after the USDA doc left, or go back in the middle of the night. The
boss would have the accountant put an extra bonus on our checks, twenty dollars for each horse.
We'd kill anything from thirty to forty horses at night."
"What about USDA inspections?"
"They weren't inspected."
"And the inspector wouldn't notice the extra horses in the morning?" I asked.
"Everything is moving so fast," he replied. "He'd never know."
"How many times did you do this?"
"Quite a few. Maybe ten times."
"How'd they handle the horses that couldn't walk?" I asked.
"If he's down on the truck, down in the manure, and he don't want to move," he said, "or if the
horse is injured or sick or pregnant, or maybe he's done a split and can't get up- you try to pull him
up by the tail. Or stick a two- by- four under him, try to pick him up. Or hit him with the shocker.
There are times we took a boning knife and stuck them in the rectum till they bleed to make them
"Does this happen much?"
"A lot," he replied. "Because he's holding up progress. Plus you don't want the other horses to
run all over him and trample him and bruise the meat up. So we'd take a hoist, put a chain around
the horse's neck and drag him all the way to the holding pen. Or if we kick a horse and he is 2D
-downed or disabled- and we can't move him, I'd slit his throat in the pens and let him bleed, cut
his nerves off at the back of his neck. Because you could work with him better when he's dead.
You can bend his legs and you ain't got to worry about being kicked. You can hold him and flip him
and drag him to the knocking box. Either way, as long as we can get him to the kill floor."
"What about the ones who can walk but don't want to go up to the chutes?" I asked.
"All animals fear when they're going to die," he said. "If he don't want to go, if he falls down, they
beat him with pipes, kick them, hit them with pieces of wood, stick them with knives. If he still
won't move, you wrap a cable around his neck and drag them in with the hoist. You drag them
while they're still alive. Choke them to death."
"You've got to have something for whatever situation you're in," he continued. "You can't spend
fifteen or twenty minutes on one horse. You have to do whatever you can to get him in that box to
get him skinned- fast. You can't let one horse stop you from making money."
"See, the thing with a slaughterhouse, every piece of meat is valuable," Parrish said. "Every
horse is valuable. Like, a horse that dies out in the pen, maybe he's still warm. By law, that horse is
supposed to be condemned, cut up, and incinerated. Instead, we put him in the freezer so the
meat can be sold."
The buzzer rang. After the prisoner count, I asked Parrish how the slaughter went for horses who
walked into the knocking box.
"There's a certain way to shoot or knock an animal," he said. "I seen them shoot them five times,
hit them all in the eye. Hit them in the neck. I seen horses get shot wrong and get right back up
and walk around the kill floor, kind of dazed. And they run up on them and just hit them with the
knife in the neck, anywhere, and just let them suffer, walk around bleeding."
"Sometimes they can't get close enough with the knocking gun," he continued. "It didn't work
right sometimes, sometimes the gun gets wet, gets blood up in it, and it don't shoot. The boss
tells us, 'run and cut his throat.' I've seen my boss grab a knife and run and cut its throat."
"What about the inspector?" I asked. "Does he ever see any of this?"
"How do you know? Have you seen him?"
"We all on the kill floor together," he said, "we all watching this. Sometimes he'd complain about
it. But you've got a lot of guys there, new, unexperienced, and they think it's a game."
"Do any of the horses regain consciousness after they're hung?"
"Some," he said. "they still be kicking, they still be alive."
"Does anyone ever get hurt?"
"People get their arms broke, get kicked- I got kicked in the nuts. People been hit by them. And
they beat the hell out of them. I've seen horses get beat with pipes."
"If the horse is kicking, how do you know it's not just a muscle reaction?"
"See, that was my department. I did it so long," he replied. "He'd cry out. Cry and kick. And he'd be
choking from the blood, still blowing out air, and I'd start skinning the head."
"How long do they usually have to bleed out?" I asked.
"The sticker and the header is the same person," he said. "You move so fast you don't have time
to wait till a horse bleeds out. You skin him as he bleeds. Sometimes horses' heads are still down
in the blood, sucking up the same blood from some other horse. 'Cause a horse is so long, his
nose is down in the blood, blowing bubbles, and he suffocates." "See," he continued, "a job like
that, is a job of cruelty. You don't have no conscience. All you think about is you making your
money, you doing your job."
"Sure," I said, "but the USDA's supposed to be enforcing the law."
"But you're moving so fast," he said, "a lot of things slip past. There's times the doc might say, '
I've got to condemn that horse.' Might be part of him's bad, might be the pneumonia's traveled
everywhere. I'd drag him back, and my boss would tell me to cut the hindquarters off and bring
him into the cooler. This meat's supposed to be condemned, but you still cut it up and bag it."
"But don't they have to be stamped 'USDA inspected' ?" I asked.
"He got the stamper," he said, "he can stamp it himself after the doc leaves."
"You're saying your boss had access to the USDA stamper?"
" 'Course he's got access," he replied. "He's got access to anything in the plant. it's like this: if
you a good worker, you do favors for the boss, he does favors for you. You take a condemned
horse, skin him, cut him up, sell the meat in the street. We have sold horsemeat, unstamped, to
people in restaurants, in their homes. We've sold it as beef."
"You've done this?" I asked. "Or heard about it from other people?"
"Heard about it, seen it, done it," he said. "Everybody want a hustle. I had a buddy who had a
key to the plant. He'd go in and steal horsemeat and sell it in town as beef."
"Didn't people know he worked there? Didn't they think it was strange that he'd be- "
"Nope," he interrupted, "because they're getting a deal. He's doing them a favor, helping them
save money. You mix it with beef, cook it right, people don't know the difference. I could
decorate a piece of horsemeat and you'd think it's roast beef. In restaurants, people eat what you
put in front of them."
Parrish looked past me and shouted something I didn't understand. Someone shouted back at
him, and he nodded.
"The USDA man," I said, "did he ever stop the line?"
"If the horses are touching, one getting shit on the other because the line's clogged up, he'd
slow it down a little.
"What about for live animals kicking?"
"Nope," he said. "See, certain guys get an attitude and take off on the horses. You know, you
drink on the job. You go out to the liquor store on your lunch break and buy your liquor and beer,
and we drink while we work. The USDA peoples drink with us. Come to our houses and party."
"But that's after work," I said. "Would they drink on the job?"
"Sure they would. Drink a beer down by the liver stand, where they check their livers and
Visiting hours were over. We stood up.
Thanks everyone. I know it's hard to read, but people have to know we're not making this stuff up - it really is as bad as we're saying it is. We have undercover videos, USDA pictures - and pro comes back saying these are "isolated" incidents and not the norm. I could concede their point if we only had a few pictures or videos, but we have lots. And, I would say that a statement coming from someone who actually worked in one of these plants, would give much credibility to the observations they made and the horrors they witnessed.
I watched the HBO special on hog farming and I've had nightmares about it ever since. It didn't even go into what happens during transport or slaughter, it only showed what happened at the farm where the hogs are raised. I felt like I needed to know what was going on though. I needed to know, for my own sake, what is the truth. I'm pretty tough but I wasn't prepared for what was shown. I can tell you I don't need to watch it again, once was more than enough. When you see something with your own eyes, nothing can erase the image and no one can tell you you didn't see what you saw. That is what pro attempts to do - to invalidate the images on the videos and USDA pictures and convince us we didn't really see anything unusual or bad.
It seems like society has become so desensitized to violence and cruelty, perhaps it is some sort of survival mechanism? For some, it's easier to pretend something horrific isn't happening, than to admit that it is and then have to do something about it.
Thanks again for your help!
Thanks Annie, I am going to save a copy of this transcript also. I really appreciate the trouble everyone went to to find this information. I hope to put it to good use to help our cause.
Annie - has anyone sent this transcript to Gov. Schweitzer in MT? Just to give him an idea what type of industry he would be inviting into Montana if he signs that bill?
And where oh where is OhioGIrl's pro slaughter comments? Just when we need her to defend this!
This is supposed to e a choice for not wanting their horses? Or...euthanasia? Like I stated before...they open up slaughter houses here, might spare them a horrfic journey...but the destination is the same.
You and kmarchman both just beat me with both questions. Perhaps DH should get this in one of their SR threads maybe All of them!
I've been in 2 plants and thought what I had seen could not be worse this interview is beyond anything I would ever want to imagine. God help me I was wrong! All I can think of is God of the Old testament "eye for an eye" there is no way to turn the other cheek after reading that!
Exactly.....but I wonder if they can defend this? What drivel will they come up with?
I read this last night and became more upset than I have ever been.
This is testimony of the horrible reality of the horse slaughter business.
I will never get this out of my head and I will never forget these horrible, heart breaking, verbal visuals.
We have got to press harder than ever to get these bills passed!
This is the year for Change.