Why you should care
Because it’s probably good to know where your food comes from.
One of the longest-standing traditions in the Faroe Islands — massive, lush green mounts that jut out of the North Atlantic, between Norway and Iceland — is whale hunting. Many outsiders find the hunt appalling, the way the blood of the hunt reddens the sea, but Katie Currid feels differently. The American-born, Europe-residing photographer captured these images of the whale hunt in the summer of 2011, and describes it as “one of the most amazing things I’ve ever been a part of.”
What Currid saw in the hunt — and what we think these photos convey, in all their gory glory — was the coming together of a community in the aftermath of a hunt, to sort and share the meat and to help feed one another. To Currid, much of the outrage over the hunt is unwarranted. The pilot whales are not endangered, they spent their lives free in the ocean and they’re killed swiftly. We don’t generally put up the same fuss over large-scale beef factories, she points out. Ultimately, the whale hunt disturbs us, she argues, because people don’t “realize that the life of an animal is a byproduct of their dinner.”