21. Place a Goat’s Head on My Altar When I’m Dead
Ancestor Veneration as a First-Generation Vegan
My Uncle Leon was holding a bundle of goat meat when I first told him I was plant-based. I was in Dominica – my mother’s homeland – for my grandmother’s funeral. It was mid-July 2009. I was two weeks a dietary vegan.
My announcement offended him.
“You know I killed one of my goats for you,” Uncle Leon said, waving the raw game meat in the dank West Indian…