Diet ● I chose to be a vegan out of compassion

I still remember vividly a live hen that my mother bought for a Chinese New Year reunion dinner in the 1960s when I was growing up in a rental flat in Redhill Close.

- Tan Chek Wee (Dr)

My mother killed the hen, which had been kept in the toilet, by slitting its throat and draining the blood into a bowl. The clotted blood was also consumed later.

In the 1980s, after I watched a documentary on what went on in an animal farm, I stopped eating meat.